Bai Yueguang, who became regent after rebirth

Chapter 122 Coaxing You With a Number One Scholar

Feng Suilan walked to a gazebo, holding the handkerchief loosely in her hand, only missing a suitable opportunity, and it could be blown away in the wind, fluttering.

"Second miss, the front is where the outsider is, you shouldn't go in."

The maid next to her stepped forward, stood in front of Feng Suilan, and reminded her in a low voice, cautiously as if she was afraid of being seen by others.

"To shut up."

Feng Suilan's eyes were fierce, she gritted her teeth and said, the maid trembled with fright, she quickly shut up and didn't dare to say another word.

"Miss Feng? What a coincidence."

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly came from behind, with some obvious smiles.

"Master Ping, why are you here?"

Feng Suilan turned around when she heard the words, and saw a man in a light blue brocade robe, with one hand behind his back, handsome and imposing, with an iconic silver mask on his face, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"I'm invited, isn't Miss Feng welcome?"

Mr. Ping said with a smile.

Feng Suilan hurriedly said: "How come, I'm just a little surprised."

Mr. Ping shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, "Miss Feng can't find her way back?"

His eyes sized Feng Suilan indistinctly. The light clothes of the moon white gauze set off Feng Suilan's delicate and exquisite curves. His long black hair was coiled up high, revealing a smooth and full forehead, a small Qiong nose, and cherry-like lips. Ling eyes, delicate melon seeds with charming brilliance on the face, creamy skin, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, small cherry mouth, graceful figure, concave and convex, make people shake their hearts when they see it, and want to hug them in their arms immediately Pamper some.

Naturally, he didn't miss the moment when Feng Suilan appeared on the stage, otherwise he wouldn't have seen her figure come out and rushed to follow her.

"No, I'm just wandering here, I wonder if Mr. Ping is interested in going with you?"

Seeing that he was looking at her with amazement, Feng Suilan couldn't help feeling a little proud, but she still pretended to be indifferent and asked calmly.

"That's exactly what I mean. I wonder if it's convenient for Ms. Feng?"

Mr. Ping readily agreed when he heard the words, his eyes moved to the position behind the gazebo indistinctly, and he could even faintly hear the voices of the scholars talking.

"Please, Mr. Ping."

Feng Suilan heard the words, turned sideways, and stepped out of the way.

"Please."

Mr. Ping stepped forward, and the two walked side by side.

"Miss Feng is so radiant today that people can't take their eyes off just by looking at her. No wonder some people call it 'Death under the peony flower, even being a ghost is romantic'."

"Master Ping, are you making fun of others?"

Hearing the words, Feng Suilan couldn't help but glared at Mr. Ping coquettishly, her pink cheeks were dyed with a layer of pink, making her look even more attractive.

"It's not a joke, Miss Feng is indeed very beautiful, no wonder she can attract so many people's attention."

Mr. Ping said unhurriedly.

"Mr. Ping is too famous."

Feng Suilan smiled sweetly, stopped talking, lowered her head, and kept stirring the handkerchief in her hand.

"And thank you, Ms. Feng, for your reminder, if I don't know people well..."

"Young master is serious. If you don't mind, you can call me Sui Lan."

Hearing this, Feng Suilan raised her head, with a bright smile on her face, and said sweetly to Mr. Ping, it looked like a budding rose, which made people unable to resist picking it.

"Sui Lan."

The man yelled kindly.

Feng Suilan smiled slightly, continued to lower her head and twisted the handkerchief in her hand, and stopped talking, only those bright eyes stared at Mr. Ping unblinking, as if she wanted to imprint him in her mind, her eyes fluttered, fascinated soul.

It never occurred to her that the "wicked person" she just mentioned was her own sister.

"Ah!"

The villain sneezed quietly, the tip of his nose turned red instantly, and even his eye sockets were a little pink.

"It's a bit windy, be careful."

Zhan Wenjiang froze for a moment, handed the thing in Feng Xinlan's hand to the servant behind him, and carried her to the leeward place with one hand.

"Thank you, third brother."

Feng Xinlan obediently let Zhan Wenjiang lead her to the side and sat down.

"Three brothers."

"Ok?"

"Does the third brother not like reading very much?"

Feng Xinlan looked into the distance, and happened to see a group of blue-clothed scholars sitting together, who seemed to be discussing something, she couldn't help moving her head forward, and asked in a low voice.

"how do I say this?"

Zhan Wenjiang lazily spit out a few words from his chest, gently stroked her soft black hair with his fingertips, and his gentle tone made Feng Xinlan's little heart beat faster.

"I think the third brother doesn't seem to care much about reading... he just thinks it's optional, and unlike the eldest brother, he is immersed in the ocean of poetry and songs all day long."

Feng Xinlan didn't notice the movements of his hands, she lowered her head in deep thought, trying to use the most reasonable words to describe her observations, but her voice became smaller and smaller in the end.

"so what?"

Zhan Wenjiang looked at Feng Xinlan with a half-smile.

"Third brother, do you want to come back with a champion?"

Feng Xinlan looked at him expectantly, with a little admiration on her small face.

"No. [-] scholar?"

"Yes, yes, and then you will be promoted to a noble rank, and you will enjoy endless glory and wealth..."

Feng Xinlan nodded her head and whispered, as if thinking of him.

It is best to be promoted to a higher rank, so that you will be farther and farther away from the rebellion-related matters, so that you can avoid being caught and there will be no danger.

She prayed silently in her heart.

"Then add the yellow robe?"

Hearing this, Feng Xinlan turned pale with shock, and almost yelled out in surprise. Seeing the half-smile expression on his face, she immediately covered her mouth, looked around cautiously, and was relieved when she saw that there was no one around. .

"Third brother, don't talk nonsense."

Feng Xinlan glanced at him reproachfully, with a strange look in her eyes.

"Listen to you, third brother will bring you back a champion."

Seeing her nervous appearance, Zhan Wenjiang laughed in his heart, with an unconcealable smile in his eyes, he hugged her furry head, and then let go.

"Third brother, you really agreed."

Feng Xinlan immediately cheered up when she heard the words, and looked at him with bright eyes, looking very happy, completely forgetting that she hadn't finished speaking just now.

"Ah."

Zhan Wenjiang nodded dispensable, since she wants it, then give it to her.

Feng Xinlan was immersed in the joy of convincing the future cold-faced Hades, a cruel and ruthless tyrant to become a loyal and loyal minister, and did not realize that she was being deceived invisibly.

Zhan Wenjiang looked at her cheering as if she had stolen candy, the corners of her mouth curled up, and a doting look flashed in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)