At present, fengyaohua was a little obscure. He only promised the censor that he had a way to get in touch with the Empress Dowager and nangongchen, so he went back to his courtyard.

Although father is trustworthy, he can't be trusted completely. Everyone around him seems to be relatives, but who knows what he thinks. I've been living in exile for more than ten years. I've never enjoyed my parents' affection since I grew up. I don't know whether my daughter is easy to use in their eyes, or whether she really has some friendship. It's cold-blooded to be born in the imperial family.

Unconsciously, tears flow all over her face, and her face is chilly when the night wind blows. Feng Yaohua wipes it hard and swallows the rest of her tears.

I was in a hurry to come out before. I didn't look at it carefully. Now I feel a little angry. All the trees in the yard are wrapped with red cloth. The whole yard is red.

With a sigh, Feng Yaohua gently pushes the door open, and the next second she wants to run away. Hua Ziheng in red is sitting in the room, leaning against the table and looking at herself.

Taking a deep breath, fengyao Huaqiang calms herself down according to the excitement in her heart: "how can my cousin come here uninvited? Please show some respect. It's not clear that I'm in the same room late at night."

"What's the point? I adore you, and I've proposed to your mother. Your mother agreed. Soon we'll be husband and wife. What? Are you afraid that I will fail you? " As Hua Ziheng approaches, Feng Yaohua is forced to curl up behind the doorframe to protect herself.

Taking a deep breath again, Feng Yaohua warned herself that she must be calm and calm, and that she must have a false relationship with this man.

Only Hua Ziheng chuckled: "I thought you were still the devil in the Hua family. I didn't expect you to be so timid."

Yes, I'm timid, so can you stay away from me? I'm afraid when you smile. Feng Yaohua's heart is full of pain.

"I need to sleep and ask my cousin out." With her eyes down, Feng Yaohua doesn't want to see Hua Ziheng's face that looks like a fox.

"Oh, really? My cousin happens to exchange feelings with Xiao Yaohua. It's better to go to bed together. " With that, Hua Ziheng posed to take off his red clothes and sat down on the head of the bed.

Finally, Feng Yaohua pulls out the soft whip on her waist and pulls out the whip to Hua Ziheng. Hua Ziheng chuckles and turns over to the roof beam and uncovers the tiles.

This is the real men and women prostitutes, there are windows and doors do not go, have to lift the roof, is not beat it?

A little calm down, Feng Yaohua shakes her head again. Many women like Hua Ziheng's style very much. However, because she had prejudice against him before, she doesn't like him. Maybe the people she likes in her heart do everything right, and the people she doesn't like do everything wrong.

Dragged some heavy steps to climb to the bed, was still full of worries, but a touch to the bed quickly fell asleep.

In the dream, for a moment, it was Nangong Chen's dignified, handsome and steady face, for a moment, it was Hua Ziheng's face, who was carrying a smile from the corner of his mouth. After a while, it was the young man in green with silver armour who had never uttered good words, and the round, plump Feng Yuying.

Strange and bizarre, even when she woke up, Feng Yaohua also felt very tired when she recalled the mess in her dream, which was more tired than not sleeping.

Forced to stand up and look at the opposite woman, did not expect Hua Yuejin early in the morning and came, a see feng Yao Hua wake up is very happy.

"I've chosen a date for you. There are still three days to go before you get married." Hua Yuejin holds a piece of red paper with the eight characters of fengyaohua's birthday written on it, and the eight characters of another person's birthday, which is estimated to be Hua Ziheng's.

She pushed the paper into fengyaohua's eyes and forced fengyaohua to look at it. Hua Yuejin's face was happy, as if she was going to marry herself: "you see, you see, how well do your eight characters fit? I can't find such a suitable character any more. "

Ha ha, how can the person arranged by Hua Ziheng make the eight characters incompatible? It's just cheating people who don't know.

I took that piece of paper and carefully looked at the eight characters on it. It's just common. What's the most suitable? absurd.

She felt that her face was a little stiff: "mother is too anxious. Although Hua Ziheng asks for marriage, we also ask for it. It's better for girls to be more reserved. Look at those reserved women, who are not respectful and helpful to their husbands. " Feng Yaohua looks at Hua Yuejin's silly face and talks nonsense.

"You have a point. Why didn't I think of it? Then tell me what to do. " Hua Yuejin blinked and looked at Feng Yaohua. The smile on her face no longer existed. She frowned and worried.

"Of course, it's good for all of us to use my means to hang Hua Ziheng's appetite and remarry him. It seems that I'm more expensive." Feng Yaohua said perfunctorily.

"Yes, yes, I'll go to see you now, Hua Ziheng, and tell him to get married on another day." Hua Yuejin rushed out with her servant girl.Fengyaohua kneaded her forehead. As soon as she got up, the figure in front of her eyes flashed. Hua Ziheng, dressed in dazzling red clothes, sat at the head of the bed. Feng Yaohua quickly pulled the quilt to cover her nearly exposed spring light and glared at Hua Ziheng: "how can you just go into someone else's boudoir and not have a face?"

"What's a face? Do you look good? As long as you have Yao Hua, you can be shameless. " Hua Ziheng took out the exquisite Yao Hua from his arms. Yao Hua didn't know what material it was made of. It was not only painted with colorful ink, but also pasted with many Phoenix petals.

It's just like her own name, but Feng Yaohua is more and more angry, and she can't control her hand.

Hua Ziheng chuckled and turned to leave.

Finally, Feng Yaohua was relieved. Just as she was about to get up and get dressed, another person rushed in. The door was pushed by her.

Who is this? Feng Yaohua looked at the gorgeous, pretty and angry girl in front of her. She didn't know her at all. She thought she was one of the sisters.

"I tell you, you don't want to marry Hua Ziheng. Hua Ziheng is mine." The pretty girl is very unruly as soon as she opens her mouth. Feng Yaohua can't laugh or cry. She hasn't written a word yet. Is Hua Ziheng yours? It's ridiculous.

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