The Mad Phoenix Returns to Court

Fighting in a nest? The emperor seized power and banned the queen, using his own daughter as a pawn. Phoenix leaves the nest? The queen sent her daughter to the eunuch, and she died in Feng Palace. A generation of phoenix girls fell into exile in another country and lay dormant for ten years! Being too weak to use force, being framed by a traitor? Let's watch her battle her heart and wits with her love! The Xiaofeng family was extinct, and the Yin Dynasty changed? Let's see her come back strong in ten years! He once had a great time and attracted the whole city, but he was obsessed with her. He played the wind and the piano on a snowy night, and then asked "This is a piece of music. Do you like it?" He entered the imperial city as a chess piece, and Bo Yu met her by chance. He stopped in front of the southern throne and asked with a smile: "I am hired by the country, can you be interested in me?" He is like a divine soldier, capable of fighting countless enemies with iron-blooded tenderness. Standing on the mountain of corpses, he bowed his head to her and asked again: "Will you be a pommel horse? Are you willing to marry me?" ————Small plot———— "Gu Ze'er, there was nothing I could do about what happened back then. But the people of Southern Xinjiang all know that you are their hero." Feng Fuyou staggered down from the throne and stretched out his skinny hand towards Feng Tianze. "They only laughed at me as a hostage and a prisoner." Feng Tianze said coldly, his eagle eyes flashing coldly. "But you are different now. I have issued an edict that as long as you don't leave and I make you the crown prince, you will be the next King of Southern Xinjiang!" Feng Tianze, however, turned around and left with disdain in his eyes. "Where are you going! Cough!" Feng Fuyou's face flushed with anger and his body trembled. "Go and be the son-in-law of the Feng family of Yin Guo." Feng Tianze raised the corners of his lips. The full moon is in the sky and fireworks are blooming everywhere. Feng Qing bowed three times to the brocade box on the cabinet and sat on the soft cushion, feeling sleepy. But a pair of hands stretched out from behind her. She was startled and looked back warily. There was already a blue velvet cloak on her shoulders, and the man behind gave her a warm smile. "What are you doing here?" Feng Qing frowned crazily. "A gentleman should not leave his female family members alone during the Mid-Autumn Festival." He whispered in her ear. "Today is the anniversary of the death of our mother, so this action is inappropriate." "Then..." The man's warm hand had already attached itself to the back of her cold hand, holding it tightly. "Just let my mother know that I helped you get everything, including everything from me..."