Fifteen days later, the envoys finally came to the south gate of the imperial capital, looking at the towering and tall city gate, the wind was silent, it was the late autumn season at this moment, the sky was drifting with a light rain, the air was humid and cold, the world was a little vast and a little desolate.

Rong Jianghai, who had never had the opportunity to wear a fur coat, had already wrapped himself in a pure white fox fur coat and walked around every car. When people asked him if his coat was beautiful, Jiang Xuerong had a disdainful face: "Anyway, you are also the prince of a country, how can you look like a child from a poor family?" She ate pastries in her mouth and pretended to be sympathetic: "You must not please your father, the prince's carriage is not as beautiful as the princess's carriage." Hearing her say this, Rong Jianghai's face darkened, the first time he saw the carriage that his father gave to Yaoling, it really made him jealous for many days, and his broken carriage was not half as good as Yaoling. Looking at his bloated back in fox fur, Jiang Xuerong giggled.

Yaoling shook her head helplessly in the car, this Jiang Xuerong is good at everything, but her speech is rough and shallow.

At this time, Yueming parked the mission outside the south city gate, dealing with the court officials who came to greet him, and Fengzhao stood outside the car gate looking at the tall city gate, his eyes full of vicissitudes.

Suddenly, a fiery figure appeared beside him. The corner of his eye swept over the figure with some disgust.

"What are you looking at, so focused. Some flirtatious voices rang out.

Looking at the expressionless wind photos, Jiang Xuerong smiled and said: "How come the people of the Yanlong Chang family have the same expression, their faces are like masks, those who know still say that you are arrogant, and those who don't know still think that you are idiots." With that, he deliberately leaned towards the wind.

A silent airflow instantly filled Jiang Xuerong's surroundings, and she jumped out of the car suddenly, her face full of surprise.

In the autumn wind and autumn rain, a dark green brocade dress was blowing at this time, and the rain around him seemed to have fallen into a standstill, and he could clearly see that the rain turned into ice flowers and rolled down from his surroundings one by one.

"Xiao Feng," a soft voice sounded, Feng Zhao collected the power that was dispersed, and the drizzle was misty around him, looking at Yao Ling, who was dressed in light pink, Feng Zhao's eyes had a slight smile, and he gently grabbed her shoulder, but he didn't even look at Jiang Xuerong under the car.

A touch of envy and jealousy crossed Jiang Xuerong's eyes, and her eyes were filled with sadness like autumn rain, and she turned away.

Her eyes swept over Jiang Xuerong's distant back, and Yaoling's pretty eyebrows twisted slightly. She saw it all in her eyes: this woman was elusive.

"Stay away from her," Feng Zhao said softly.

Yaoling next to her nodded, but her eyes were looking at the towering and tall south city gate in front of her, and she always felt that she had seen this city gate in her memory, and suddenly remembered that Mr. Ghost Ling had taken her into this city gate when she was five years old. I couldn't help but be stunned. I couldn't help but turn my head to look at Fengzhao beside him, and saw that his face was full of vicissitudes and a trace of hidden sadness, so he shook his slightly cool big hand lightly and said softly: "We're one step closer to our goal, aren't we?"

Lowering his head and looking at the small person in his arms, Feng Zhao retracted his distant thoughts, and shook the soft jade hand in his heart tightly, and there was warmth in his eyes. Stretching out his other hand to brush away the windswept strands of hair on her face.

The officials who greeted the envoys led them to the post house, and after arranging a qiē, they said to Yueming: "My lords, the post house has prepared a sumptuous wine and food for you to enjoy, and tomorrow there will be court officials who will come to welcome the envoys into the palace." ”

At this moment, in the Qingli Palace in the Imperial Palace, Chang Ruoli, dressed in purple palace clothes, stood silently on a pavilion by the lake, quietly looking at the southern sky, the autumn rain was ticking, and there were two maids standing behind him, the lake was misty, the jackdaws chirped twice from time to time, and the world was extremely depressed. The autumn wind and autumn rain add a blurry beauty to her beautiful face.

There was the sound of footsteps behind her, and she didn't look back.

Feng Qing, the emperor of the Great Dragon Dynasty, who was dressed in a red and black matching wide-sleeved brocade robe, appeared behind her. The maids on both sides hurriedly bent down to salute, he waved his hand, slowly walked behind Chang Ruoli and stood down, quietly staring at the fairy figure in front of him who seemed to be floating away at any time, with a touch of pain and love in his eyes.

Reaching out and taking off the wide robe, he gently draped it over the thin back of the long glass. Turning to her face, he stretched out his slender fingers and stroked her hair, and said slightly: "It's so cold, why don't you know how to wear thicker." ”

Looking at the deep and resolute Fengqing in front of him, his long and bright eyes seemed to be stars in the distant sky, and there was no joy or sorrow, and he was silent for a moment and said softly: "Has Yanlong's envoy arrived?"

Stretched out his arm and hugged the woman in front of him in his wide brocade sleeves, accompanied her to look at the distant sky, and replied, "I have already lived in the post house." ”

Chang Ruoli stayed quietly in Fengqing's arms and didn't say anything. Feng Qing turned his head sideways to look at the quiet Chang Ruoli in his arms, and his heart ached slightly, this woman had never smiled at him since she entered the palace. But this still can't diminish the love he has for her in his heart.

"I know that you miss your hometown, so I demand that the prince of Yanlong must go to the imperial capital in person, and the two princes from Fengxi must also come, and I miss them too. There was a deep sadness in the words. Chang Ruoli's body in her arms moved slightly, and Feng Qing's bottomless eyes looked at her, "Are you cold?" After speaking, her arm used a little force to hug the person in her arms tighter.

After dinner, Fengzhao pulled Yaoling out of the post house, and the two snuggled up and walked on the sparsely populated street, with an oil-paper umbrella blocking the rain from the outside world and the attention of pedestrians. The rain was pouring and the wind was gusting.

Walking silently for a long time, because of caution, Fengzhao did not go to Huitianxia or to the palace of King Xuan, but came to the palace at the request of Yaoling, Yaoling wanted to see the appearance of the palace.

Stand on the flat and wide square outside the Royal Palace. A pair of beautiful eyes flowed, and after seeing the layers of golden palaces, Yao Ling said to Fengzhao: "I will also enter the palace tomorrow." ”

"Huh?" Feng Zhao turned his head to look at Yaoling in his arms.

"Don't you know that women can't go to court?" he said to her.

"I want to go up to the court of the Great Dragon Dynasty to see what the emperor of the Great Dragon Dynasty looks like. Yaoling said in a firm tone.

"Are you sure," Feng Zhao under the umbrella looked at Yaoling's shining eyes and said slowly, "You're sure you won't get into trouble." ”

Yaoling's eyes sparkled, "Are you afraid that I will cause trouble?"

Putting down the hand holding Yaoling's waist, he gently pinched her small nose, "You just poke a hole in the sky, and I'm not afraid." He said pamperingly.

Yaoling smiled, smiling brightly and brightly, Fengzhao's heart was in a trance, and whenever Yaoling smiled, he felt that there was no color in front of him.

"I want to get a piece" Yao Ling took out the Ji Clan Dragon card given by Ji Rujin from her arms, and said to Feng Zhao: "I want to get a dragon card like the Great Dragon Dynasty." ”

Feng Zhao put away his heart that was confused by Yaoling's laughter, his brows twisted, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Yaoling's beautiful big eyes.

Looking at the handsome eyes of the wind and Shen Yi, Yao Ling said seriously: "As long as I can get the right to enter and leave the Great Dragon Palace freely, I can help you better." She didn't say the rest again.

At this moment, she remembered not only the princess Xuan in the Qingli Palace, but also the man who was as gentle as water and as quiet as the moon when Mr. Ghost Ling took him to see when he was five years old, and the dragon pendant symbolizing the Xuan Palace's mansion that the man carried around his waist became clearer and clearer in her mind.

At midnight, gathering the world, the wind quietly listened to Limeng's report.

"Young master. The house has been cleaned up, and all the personnel have been arranged. ”

Feng Zhao nodded and asked, "How is Lan Yan in the palace?"

Lan Yan is a qiē shun lì, but she was not chosen by the princess's side, but was selected by Feng Qing to be the female official in charge of his imperial study. Li Meng said in a low voice.

"Oh" Fengzhao was a little surprised.

"Because Lan Yan is cautious and meticulous, he was chosen by Feng Qing not long after entering the palace, and now he is very trusted by Feng Qing. ”

A hint of a smile crossed Fengzhao's eyes, and it seemed that it was right to send Lan Yan into the palace at the beginning.

"There is also a woman named Jiang Xuerong who came with the envoy group this time, I will arrange her in the courtyard, this woman shoots a good arrow, you send someone to watch her every move. Feng Zhao then instructed: "I also sent someone to check who else in the rivers and lakes is a master with a bow." ”

"Yes, my subordinates obey orders," Li Meng said, clasping his fists.

"Sue sù Yan Di, you must not let the six princesses know your true identity. ”

"When Emperor Ji died, Yan Di sent the six princesses back to the Kingdom of Ji. "

"Well, that's fine, sue sù Yan Di, I will definitely marry the sixth princess of Ji Kingdom for him justifiably. And "Feng took a look at Limeng, and there was a look of looking at relatives in his eyes: "Tell Lan Yan to pay attention to safety, and when all the conditions are settled, I will personally officiate the marriage for you." Then he turned and disappeared into the night. These dead men were his most faithful relatives to him. Without them, he would not be where he is today, and he will never forget those days of desperate escape. He can't just use them, he has to give them favors.

Looking at the disappearance of the young master's back, Limeng's eyes in the house were clouded with a touch of joy and excitement, and he and Lan Yan had affection when they were in Qilin Mountain. It's just that no one said it, but now it has been broken by the young master, and I am more grateful to Fengzhao in my heart.