Rebirth:The President's exclusive beloved

Weisheng Youqin has seen letters from Penglai mountain many times, and they all asked him to go back. Fengling didn't mention it to him, so he pretended not to know.

This is the first time that this matter has been brought out.

Feng Ling stopped and said with a smile, "how could your highness suddenly ask about this?"

"Just remember." "When will you leave, sir?" said the prince

Feng Ling said: "you and I have been friends for many years. I won't leave when the wind and rain fall." He thought for a while, and with a smile, "wait until your Highness has registered."

After taking the throne

Weisheng Youqin pinches his fist,

as long as Cheng Huadi is alive, he will not have to ascend the throne And the husband would not have left.

All of a sudden, the ministers found that the prince, who used to hate alchemy, started refining elixir like his father.

The ministers were in a panic, afraid that the prince would go the old way of becoming emperor Huadi, but soon they were relieved. Although the prince asked people to make alchemy, his style of conduct was the same as before, and he was still a Ming Lord.

Wei Sheng Youqin left Xun Ren's Dan room and saw Feng Ling playing chess with himself again. He came out and said, "Your Highness, I have a good news to tell you."

Wei Sheng Youqin just approached, he stood up and said, "my younger martial sister, has arrived."

Later, for a long time, when Youqin recalled the gentle phantom under the peach blossom tree that day, it suddenly occurred to him that the time he spent with Fengling in the first four years was actually the happiest day of his life.

Even though Fengling didn't know that in that young boy's heart, he had been engraved in the bone, galloping in the blood, immersed in the deepest part of his heart, he still regarded him as a clever student, but in those days, they could play chess, enjoy flowers, watch stars and fish together.

After the spring rain, summer cicadas, autumn harvest and winter Tibet, the 24 solar terms slowly flow through, and the years and days are gradually passing away. Weisheng Guqin often wakes up in the palace of guiyulan. The only thing you can see is the cold moon outside the palace. The person who will stand under the peach blossom tree and smile at him will no longer have a soft heart for him.

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All the girls who come out of Penglai fairy mountain are full of Fairy Spirit.

The White Dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky. The boat slowly approaches the coagulated frost Wharf on the river bank of the moat. Standing on the bank are orderly troops. The prince's guard of honor spreads out. The indifferent and noble young man is dressed in black robes and squints at the boat's slow approach.

When the national master jade belt was in the wind, Zhilan Yushu's was standing on the bank. The wind blew his unbound hair. He said with a smile: "Your Highness, my younger martial sister has a certain old-fashioned temper. Don't worry too much with her."

Wei Sheng has a piano and says, "Sir, I've been thinking a lot."

When the boat pulled in, the people on both sides of the Strait watched. Chen lianshuang was dressed in snow-white feather clothes. His face was light and delicate, and his temperament was indifferent. When he looked at people, he had a smile in his eyes.

She saluted the prince and said, "thank you very much for welcoming me personally."

The prince calmly said, "the distinguished guests from Penglai Xianshan are welcome to you alone. Miss Chen, please."

Chen lianshuang looked at Fengling with some flattery. Feng Ling's two hands were hidden in her sleeve and gave her a smile: "go."

Chen lianshuang was tired in the journey. The prince asked her to go to rest first and talk about other things tomorrow. He followed Fengling to Qinglou hall.

Over the years, he was more familiar with this place than Fengling himself.

Fengling always didn't like others to go into her bedroom. She didn't want people to wait on her. The prince picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Fengling. Then she poured herself a cup. Suddenly, she sighed: "unconsciously, it's been four years. When I left Penglai, my younger martial sister was still a yellow haired girl."

The crown prince stopped and said, "has the change been so great that I almost didn't recognize it?"

"Well." Feng Ling held her bright chin and said in a slow voice, "when I was a child, I always disliked my younger martial sister for being ugly. I was not too happy to marry her. Now it seems, it is not impossible."

The fingers of the violin trembled and the tea almost spilled out.

"A man of practice Can I have a wife? "

"Nature." Feng Ling said strangely, "otherwise, how did the Chen family's blood come from the younger martial sister? Only when her grandmother and one of our disciples on the mountain become husband and wife, will she be handed down. " Now that there was nothing serious about her, Fengling casually chatted with Weisheng and had Qin: "the younger martial sister is the last disciple to enter the school. She is very intelligent and enjoys the love of her master. It is no secret that she wants me to marry her in Penglai mountain." He said with a smile: "master, I don't think I can take care of myself, and my younger sister is considerate and gentle, which is just right. But I used to be a little reluctant. After all, she is so much younger than me But today, it's not impossible. "

The prince almost crushed the cup in his hand.

He pursed his lips and said, "Sir, isn't marriage a matter of mutual affection?"

Feng Ling laughed: "Your Highness, are you deceived by the stories of talented scholars and beauties? No matter what others think, I don't believe that there are white heads in this world What's more, I'm born with a weak six desires. I'm afraid I won't be able to make love with people. I'm white headed. "Feng Ling looks free and easy, but in fact, he is very cold, indifferent to the bone, and will smile gently to everyone, but no one can see his heart clearly.

Weisheng Youqin felt that his heart had been hit hard and he could hardly breathe. He closed his eyes slightly and said, "Sir, anyone can do it?"

"That's not true." Feng Ling slowly drank a cup of tea and said, "you should look good."

The prince took a deep breath and almost blurted out: "Chen lianshuang can do it. What about me?"

But the emperor's calm over the years has allowed him to suppress his nature, and finally asked nothing.

But many years later, Wei Sheng thought more than once that if he was impulsive and indulged, would many things later not happen and many things would be changed?

Even at that time, he just got a surprised look from Fengling and a gentle "don't laugh, your Highness".

But time it layer by layer with the wind scattered, the rest, only let people regret the past.

Feng Ling finally realized that the prince was wrong. She put out her long white hand and probed into his forehead: "Your Highness, you don't look very well. Are you blowing and catching cold?"

His hands are delicate and cool, soft and gentle.

Wei Sheng has a Qin to hang his eyes. For a long time, he said, "maybe it is. I'll ask the grand doctor later. You don't have to worry about your bones."

Feng Ling took back her hand and said with a smile, "well, your Highness has grown up. You should know that you love yourself."