Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 34 Has the Regent usurped the throne today (6)

Feng Yuan didn't need to take the jewelry by himself, but gave it to the guards who had been following in the dark.

Ji Ge ignored the beaming stall owner, and looked at Feng Yuan with a smile: "Brother, what else do you want to buy?"

Xiangyu felt that her purse was about to be hurt again.

The whole morning passed quickly, and Ji Ge had already sent someone to book a place at Tianxiang Pavilion, the best restaurant in Kyoto, but unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance on the way.

"Your Majesty... Axi," seeing Ji Ge in men's clothes, An Fenyun realized that she probably didn't want to reveal her identity, and changed her words politely: "Are you also here for dinner?"

Before the original owner was conferred the title of Empress Dowager, the title of the princess was Fengxi, which means "Fenglaiyi", such as Chaoyang and Xi, meaning sunrise.

"I'll go out with my brother for a stroll," Ji Ge nodded, his eyes slightly curved: "Fen Yun, I didn't expect to meet you by such a coincidence."

It was only then that An Fenyun noticed Fengyuan behind Jige. He was not familiar with this Princess Changle, and he only remembered her as an extremely quiet and obedient character. He immediately nodded to her as a greeting: "Two Young master, I am in Anfenyun."

Feng Yuan carefully looked at An Fenyun with his head, pursed his lips, and smiled at him with curved eyes: "Mr. An."

The young man in front of him has a gentle and beautiful appearance, black hair tied slowly, his eyebrows and eyes contain the bright waters of mountains and rivers, timeless and freehand, as bright as an orchid orchid and a jade tree, beautiful and flawless.

A clean snow suit made his temperament even more dusty, which reminds people of poems such as Yanyan is as independent as a lonely pine, and a puppet is as if a jade mountain is about to collapse.

Feng Yuan looked away with a "shua", blushed, and after a while, he looked at the boy again.

"Fen Yun, is this someone you know?" The companion who came with An Fen Yun couldn't bear it anymore, and looked at Ji Ge and Feng Yuan curiously.

"Yes." An Fenyun was hesitating how to introduce Ji Ge and Feng Yuan, the girl spoke first, looked at him and said with a smile: "My name is Bi Xi, this is my younger brother Bi Yuan, what's your name, sir? "

It was rare for someone to call him son in such a serious manner, Zhou Yan immediately felt embarrassed: "My name is Zhou Yan, derived from Yan, since Mr. Bi knows Fen Yun, why not have a meal together."

Ji Ge agreed in one gulp: "Okay."

Zhou Yan has a clear personality. At best, he is bold and informal. At worst, he is short-sighted. Being fooled by Ji Ge's few words, he directly called Ji Ge brothers.

An Fenyun inadvertently met Shang Xiangyu's sad, angry and painful eyes, and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Xiangyu, I will take good care of Your Majesty."

"Young Master Lao An." Xiangyu bowed his knees and bowed to An Fenyun, and followed Ji Ge not far or near.

Crystal kueh, bletilla striata pork liver soup, roasted pheasant with chestnuts, mixed lettuce, white fungus with rock sugar, pork roasted venison... Tianxianglou's cakes are a must, and several people ordered a special flower cake.

"Where is Mr. Bi from?" Zhou Yan had never seen Ji Ge before, and mistook her for a foreigner who accompanied his father back to Beijing to report on his duties.

Ji Ge paused, and soon followed Zhou Yan's train of thought to fabricate a family background for himself, successfully misleading Zhou Yan, and transformed himself into a son of a foreign family who was related to the prime minister's mansion, but he just entered Beijing this year , I am not familiar with Kyoto yet.

An Fenyun looked helplessly at his little friend being cheated around like a silly roe deer, and even slapped his chest for a guarantee, promising to bring Mr. Bi and his brother to get acquainted with the capital well.

　Two more.

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