The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 341 Uncle Huang?

Snow accumulated a thick layer in Miyagi, bending the branches.

White snow and red walls add to the coldness.

A figure with a touch of aura walked towards the imperial study room, a dragon was embroidered with gold thread on the snow-white cloak, blowing in the wind, as if majestic and majestic flying in the sky.

With a sound of "squeak--", Gao Feng opened the door of the imperial study, Feng Qing took off his cloak, and walked in in white clothes only.

The door was closed, but there was no one in the imperial study room, which was glowing with a touch of sandalwood and warmth.

Feng Qing went to the table on his own, and looked down at the writing brushes on the table. They were neatly placed on the inkstone when he left, but now they were placed casually and messily on the table.

He listened carefully to the movement on the side: "Come out." The voice was quiet.

Nothing happened.

Feng Qing drew back her long eyelashes slightly, took the writing brush on the side and played with it for a moment, then shot out instantly, stabbing straight at the dark corner on the right hand side with the brush in her hand.

A blue figure quickly turned sideways, avoiding the fatal blow.

With a small "pop", the writing brush that Feng Qing shot just now was firmly embedded in the bookcase.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but my nephew's skill is still the same." The cyan figure smiled slightly, still holding a sapphire folding fan in his hand, his black hair was messy, tied casually with a cyan jade belt, gentle but cool.

Feng Qing looked at him: "You too."

The cyan figure smiled, and walked up to him slowly, but the casual figure suddenly became a bit fierce. He reached out, waved the folding fan in his hand, and stabbed Feng Qing directly, as if carrying a cold air.

However, Feng Qing seemed to have known that he would do this a long time ago, and she withdrew her footsteps slightly, avoiding his blow with her body on one side.

However, the man in Tsing Yi cut him across, the folding fan opened wide, and the fan bone was like a sword, slashing towards Feng Qing's throat.

Feng Qing stretched out her hand and put her two fingers against his wrist.

The two checked and balanced each other, but they didn't move again.

I don't know how long...

"Pfft..." The cyan figure smiled, "That's right, after becoming the emperor, my martial arts haven't fallen."

"You too," Feng Qing let go, "After being King Xiaoyao for so long, are you finally willing to return to Beijing?"

King Rui granted Jiucheng, the half-brother of the former emperor Fengrong, and the uncle of Feng Qing, who was also the one who gave him a place of asylum when Feng Qing's mother was killed and Feng Qing was rescued. .

Feng Jiucheng is only six years older than Feng Qing, and he has never had any ambitions.

In his previous life, he was willing to be a wandering cloud and a wild crane, always at ease, but in this life, for some reason, he would suddenly return to Beijing.

Feng Jiucheng smiled: "This capital is as secular as ever, I really don't want to come back."

Feng Qing only narrowed her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "How long have you been back?"

"Half moon." Feng Jiucheng closed the folding fan and clapped it in his hand.

"So long?" Feng Qing looked at him, "Why didn't you show up?"

"No matter how mundane the capital is, it's still considered prosperous, so I wandered around," Feng Jiucheng smiled, "Occasionally go to Qu Mansion."

Feng Qing froze, lowered her eyes and said: "Since you can't let her go, why did you leave in the first place?"

"Can't let her go?" Feng Jiucheng raised his eyebrows, and then smiled, "That's right. But, she is going to marry the emperor's brother, and she has my emperor's nephew in her heart, why should I stay?"

Feng Qing moved her fingertips slightly, but did not respond.

"However, I saw..." Feng Jiucheng walked to the table behind Feng Qing, leaning gracefully, "You seldom feel sour. I heard that there are other people in your harem? How successful are you?" The little wife who left and left?"

"Feng Jiucheng." Feng Qing looked at him expressionlessly.

"Why are you so excited?" Feng Jiucheng opened the folding fan and slapped it twice casually, "I came back this time, but I heard that Master Chen has returned. The teachers and students of that country are so beautiful, and they almost had sex with a woman in Fengyang City not long ago. marriage?"

Feng Qing's face darkened, he knew who he was talking about!Know more about the person in his mouth and who he married!
"...I also heard that the national teacher's wedding banquet was interrupted by a young man in white from the capital..."

Before Feng Jiucheng finished speaking, Feng Qing suddenly attacked him with a palm.

Feng Jiucheng quickly dodged to the side, this time with a more serious expression, because he knew that Feng Qing's palm did not show mercy.

After the two calmed down again, Feng Jiucheng's expression finally became serious. He stared at Feng Qing for a long time: "There was no one in the harem for two years, and now only Ye Feiwan is left. Ah Qing, you are serious."

"..." Feng Qing's face turned pale, and he avoided his sight almost in embarrassment, "She was originally married by me in the past, so it's hard to let her be expelled from the palace, bearing the name of my 'abandoned concubine' Marrying someone else makes people laugh?"

Feng Jiucheng smiled; "Is it really just because you don't want to be laughed at?"

Feng Qing's body froze.

Feng Jiucheng didn't get entangled in this topic anymore, he just said: "Where is Yanyan? How do you want to treat her? You know very well..."

"I have ordered someone to renovate your mansion, and it will be finished in a day. You will live in your former palace for the time being." Feng Qing interrupted him.

Feng Jiucheng was stopped, he didn't feel annoyed, he just looked at him.He knew Qu Yan in the past, but he never thought that the Qu family would marry her into the palace because of their power and influence, marrying her to the emperor's brother, and he felt a little pity for her.I thought Feng Qing would succeed to the throne, and the two would come naturally, but now it seems...

He lowered his eyes, and the jade belt in his black hair moved slightly: "Okay."

……

Ye Feiwan walked towards the imperial study with the lunch box, and the little eunuch in front of him quietly led the way.Except for the "creaking" sound of feet stepping on the snow, there was no other movement.

"Girl, the imperial study is just ahead." The little eunuch whispered.

"En." Ye Feiwan responded lightly, and walked forward with downcast eyes.

The next moment, I heard the sound of opening and closing the door of the imperial study room, and there were guards around respectfully saying: "See Your Highness King Rui."

Ye Feiwan was stunned, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a man in Tsing Yi who had just come out of the imperial study room. His face was as gentle as jade, but it was different from the gentleness of Brother Nan. The gentleness of this man in front of him was like the spring breeze in February. With a coldness that kills without blood, her eyes are clear and shallow, seemingly affectionate, but full of ruthless indifference.

Ye Feiwan frowned.

"Miss Ye?" The man in Tsing Yi walked up to him, put one hand on the folding fan, nodded politely.

Ye Feiwan frowned, but still leaned over like others and said, "See King Rui..."

Before he finished speaking, he was supported by a folding fan: "Miss Ye, don't be too polite." The voice was extremely clear.

He was also looking at the woman in front of him, not as domineering as the rumors in the capital, but adding a trace of quiet and unpredictable, people couldn't help but look into it, she was thin and wrapped in a red cloak, she was an ordinary woman, but When she raised her eyes, her eyes were extremely bright and clear, as if they were full of flourishing peach blossoms in an instant.

Feng Jiucheng narrowed his eyes slightly, Ye Feiwan, he had heard of it, but it was the first time he saw it.

Ye Feiwan walked around him and wanted to move forward.

Feng Jiucheng followed two steps slowly, and laughed lightly, but there was nothing frivolous, but sparse and elegant: "It smells so good, I wonder what is in Miss Ye's lunch box?"

(End of this chapter)