The concubine is enchanting: the favorite princess

Chapter 66

Lan'er looked at the mask and didn't pick it up or didn't pick it up, so she looked at Feng Yao in embarrassment and asked, "The son-in-law put this down and left without saying a word. Is the servant going to send this mask to West Street?" ?”

Feng Yao was still fiddling with the zipper in his hand, but said absently: "No need, leave it alone."

Lan'er then put the rabbit mask in a drawer beside her.Thinking about it, I was afraid that the master would not like it when he saw it, so he took another handkerchief and covered it.

Zi Ying didn't know the inside story, and said it was because Feng Yao Qi Moli hadn't come for a long time, but she came today and played with a child's thing, wouldn't it make the princess unhappy.Laughing secretly, he tugged on Luluo's sleeve, then pouted at Fengyao.

Lu Luo was afraid that Zi Ying would talk too much, so she gave her a blank look, and motioned for her to lead Lan Er to leave.Then came over to take the net from Feng Yao's hand, and asked, "What is the princess angry about?"

In fact, Lu Luo is also a thoughtful person, knowing that Feng Yao separated herself from Zi Ying yesterday, she must have heard what Lan Er said about Mo Li, that's why she is so indifferent to Mo Li today.

But Luluo also knew Fengyao's thoughts on Moli, she was afraid that Lan'er was young and ignorant, and she didn't know the importance of what she said, so that Fengyao and Moli would be separated in vain.

Feng Yao raised his head and glanced at Lu Luo, sneered, as if muttering to himself: "I just don't know where the Spring Garden is? What kind of beauties are there?"

Feng Yao's two sentences were obviously contradictory, if she really didn't know "the garden is full of spring", how would she know that there are beauties in it.

Luluo is also a shrewd girl, otherwise how could she be a first-class court lady by Feng Yao's side?

Hearing Feng Yao's words, he naturally understood what the master meant, and also understood the difficulty of the master.On the surface, he kept silent, and Fu Le Fu backed out.In fact, I went out secretly to inquire about this "spring-filled garden", so naturally I had to inquire about Mo Consort.

Luluo has her own way, she can inquire about the affairs of the palace carefully; she also has a way, she can go outside the palace to inquire about some news.This is all within the duty of the master's personal maid. The difference is that some people can do it secretly and carefully, while some people just have no way to inquire about it.

Feng Yao didn't want to inquire about Moli before, so naturally he didn't need to ask.Now as long as there is a little intention, the news can naturally come in as it is.

However, Luluo didn't bring much news back. I only heard that there was a girl named Ziruo in "The Garden of Spring Scenery", who played the pipa well, but she did not sell herself.Mo Consort only went there twice, both after lunch, and left after listening to two pieces of music.Nothing else.

Feng Yao was silent after hearing the news.Luluo persuaded softly at the side: "It's okay to think about it. It's just that the son-in-law likes to listen to the music, and his own piano has been broken. Naturally, he needs to find a place to relieve his worries."

"Well, there's no need to mention this matter." Feng Yao's expression softened a little.

And since Mo Li didn't enter the palace this time, two full months have passed, and there is neither news nor seeing him coming again.Even Lu Luo secretly worried for Mo Li, why is the son-in-law so indifferent? Could it be that the princess will not come if she is so arrogant that she doesn't see him?
Until the anniversary of Mo Suxin's death.That night Feng Yao brought Lu Luo, Zi Ying and Lan Er to the edge of Yingyue Lake.Although private sacrifices are not allowed in the palace, let alone burning joss sticks and paper money at random, Feng Yao still placed some fruits and pastries in the octagonal pavilion by the lake, and took out a pot of fine wine.

The bright moonlight is above the head, the clear lake water is in front of the body, and the breeze brings a cool breeze, but the sad person playing the piano on the same day last year has long since disappeared.

Looking at the lake water, Feng Yao sighed, poured a glass of wine with his own hands, carried it to the lake, poured it into the lake, and regarded it as a faraway sacrifice to Mo Suxin.

"Princess, go back. It... always feels chilly here." Ziying is usually bold, and she is not afraid of talking back and contradicting her master, but she is afraid of those ghosts.Rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, he kept urging Feng Yao to leave quickly.

Lu Luo was more worried about Feng Yao's body.Especially seeing Feng Yao's preoccupation recently, he was afraid that she would get bored and get sick again by the night wind.He came over and put a cloak on her, also persuading her to go back.

Lan'er remained silent all the time, seeing Feng Yao pour the wine into the lake, she knelt down with a "plop".Although he didn't speak, tears had already flowed down his face, and he kowtowed three more times to the lake before slowly getting up and standing behind Feng Yao again.

After Lan'er kowtowed, Feng Yao told Ziying and the others to collect their things, turned around and left.

When Feng Yao and the others walked away, the branches and leaves of a big tree adjacent to the Bajiao Pavilion swayed and rustled, and then a slender figure floated down from the tree.

The man looked at the direction Feng Yao was leaving, sighed faintly, then stood by the lake and lost his mind for a while.Only then did he turn around and climb up the tree, and after the shadow of the tree swayed and swayed, there was no more sound.

This year's Mid-Autumn Festival was extremely lively, because the emperor got another favorite concubine... Ning Meiren.She looks graceful, charming, delicate and gorgeous, and it is said that she was presented by Prince Yunchen.

In order to please Lady Ning, the emperor asked the prince to manage it himself, and wanted to make this mid-autumn palace banquet a lively one.

Yun Chen, who just took over the crown prince, really put his heart into it, since the three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, he has arranged it meticulously.In addition to decorating with lanterns and festoons, the palace also set up a colorful shed, and invited troupes from outside the palace to sing operas all day long.

Fengyao loves to be pure, even though the canopy where she sings is far away in Zixia Garden.But the sound of gongs and drums could not be concealed, disturbing Feng Yao's heart.

What's more, the good-for-nothing maids and nuns in the palace couldn't bear their temper. If they had nothing to do, they would find opportunities to go to the opera, and there were many more people coming and going.Even the two talents from the Yunqi Pavilion next door would take the maids there from time to time, joking and walking all the way, making Yuexi Pavilion even more unclean.

"Master, let's open the window to let in some air." Lu Luo saw that Feng Yao had been bored in the room for two days, and she didn't even open the window for fear of noise, so she had to persuade: "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. After the festival, the colorful shed, The theater troupes are all withdrawn, and it will be clean."

Feng Yao's face darkened, and he murmured a complaint: "Mid-Autumn Festival is over and there is New Year's Eve, who makes Ning Mei like to be lively. Everyone in the palace is accompanied by smiling faces, this celebration is indispensable."

Zi Ying hugged the clothes she had just brought back from the lavender workshop, and gave Feng Yao some advice while collecting them: "I heard that the palace is also lively, with night markets and fireworks for several nights in a row. The princess should go out and have a look, it's better than Just stay here."

"Hmph, it's all noisy, it's not the same." Feng Yao snorted coldly, turned his head and got angry to himself.Zi Ying and Lu Luo feared to annoy Feng Yao again, so they glanced at each other and retreated.

(End of this chapter)