The concubine is poisonous, and the tyrant lifts the couch to meet her

The sun shines through the half-opened wooden window carved with plum blossom patterns, and playfully sprinkles on Feng Feixue's delicate cheeks, which are as translucent as freshly peeled lychees. /top/ Novel Rankings

Feng Feixue's slender fingers are holding a cattail fan with peonies blooming, gently shaking it in the air; the other small pale hand is holding a blue paper medical book, half-closed eyes are like lake water. She leaned half against the wooden window, elegant and beautiful in a languid way, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, it makes people mesmerized.

Qiu Yan blinked her eyes and found that her young lady was getting more and more charming. She thought that if her young lady went to attend the banquet of some noble son's daughter, she would definitely be the most charming and attract many admiring men.

Seeing Qiuyan looking at her thoughtfully, Feng Feixue stretched out her cattail fan and knocked on Qiuyan's forehead.

Qiu Yan hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover her forehead, pouted her small mouth and complained: "Miss Si, why did you hit me?"

"Look at the way you looked at people just now, I want to hit you with a cattail fan."

"Miss Si, Qiuyan just thinks you are so beautiful, so she is so obsessed with seeing you."

Feng Feixue slightly hooked her lips, and her eyes were slightly teasing: "Qiuyan, I found that you are getting sweeter, but you are also getting poorer."

"Your servant is wrong, don't criticize me anymore." Qiuyan thought that Feng Feixue was trying to reprimand her, but when she saw the smile in Feng Feixue's eyes, she looked at Feng Feixue in relief and smiled awkwardly Twice.

"Miss Si, have you fully recovered from the injury on your arm?"

Feng Feixue raised that jade arm, the scratches left behind had long since disappeared, that arm was as perfect as a snow-white lotus root, without any blemishes.

"Qiuyan, could it be that you want to see your young lady become ugly, and no one dares to marry?" She looked at Qiuyan lightly, with a smile hidden in her eyes.

Qiuyan hurriedly approached Feng Feixue, took her arm and walked out, begging for a laugh: "Miss Si, don't talk about slaves anymore, the weather outside is fine, why don't you let your servants accompany you for a walk in the prime minister's mansion, Si Miss has been bored in the boudoir for more than a month, and it's time to go out and relax."

Feng Feixue saw that the air outside was fine, and the wound on her arm was healed by applying the jade skin ointment she developed, so she didn't have to worry about being exposed to the outside and getting infected, so she put down her medical books and walked out of Ruoyuan with Qiuyan. Fragrant Courtyard, walk casually in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When approaching the garden of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Feng Feixue was attracted by the figure of a man not far away. She first stopped in place, carefully measured the figure from his back, and then quickly walked a few steps to catch up. Frowning, her young lady's series of strange movements made her feel baffled.

"Chen, is that you?"

Standing behind the man in white, Feng Feixue saw the man looking back and smiling slightly at her. Feng Feixue's tight heart first let go, and then it huddled together again.

On the top of the man's head is a silver crown inlaid with sapphires. His brows are picturesque, his eyes are like autumn water, his nose is high, and his lips are as thin as peach petals.The slightly raised corners of her lips are as graceful and beautiful as gentle jade, and her demeanor is as elegant and refined as a fairy outside the world.

The same face; the same smile and demeanor, and there were crystal tears in Feng Feixue's eyes. Once upon a time, she didn't know what year, month, or this life she would never be able to meet him. She never thought that here, she would meet with him again. He reunited and continued his relationship.

"Chen..." Feng Feixue called softly, and walked over with unsteady steps.

Seeing this, Qiu Yan hurriedly extended her hand to give Feng Feixue a hand, and greeted the man in white respectfully: "Qiu Yan has seen His Highness the Seventh Prince!"

Feng Feixue's heart tightened, and a few crystals swirled in her eye sockets: When did he become the Seventh Prince of the Dali Kingdom?