"Message confirmed?" there was an unusual light in Fengzhao's eyes.

"The news sent by Limeng, they talked in Molong language in the restaurant and were heard by the shopkeeper. ”

"They have also guessed the identities of you and me, as well as the identities of the second prince and Fengqiao. Yueming continued to speak softly.

Feng Zhao got up and paced slowly around the room, thinking about what Yao Ling had said to him in the canyon.

Suddenly, he turned sideways and stared at Yueming for a long time. A pair of handsome and deep eyes shimmered with the light of distant stars.

"Don't look at me, you should know my intentions. Yueming didn't even raise her head, but still looked at the chessboard.

Feng Zhao snorted coldly with his nose, this cold-faced guy, he knows his stubbornness best. "Who called my Yao Ling so lovely. Thinking about that Ji Rujin and the cold-faced cousin in front of him, they all remembered his Yaoling, and there was a trace of secret pride in the depths of his heart.

After slowly walking around the room a few times, he came to Yueming and sat down again.

"What do you think of this?" asked softly as he held a sunspot and looked at the chessboard with his eyes.

"The princess of every country is a tool used by the monarch to maintain the relationship between all parties, between countries, between kings and ministers. Yueming's face was a little helpless, and a grain of white fell, and he said unhurriedly: "Even so, it depends on whether the other party is a match for the third princess." The three words of the last three princesses are low and shallow. For Feng Qiao, he always has some apologies in his heart.

Feng Zhao was also a little stunned, and after a while, he asked again: "What do you think of that Molong Prince named Bayin?"

Yueming's hand paused slightly. Said slowly: "The momentum is as majestic as a mountain, the words are hearty and heroic, and he will be a bright monarch if he is the monarch of the country." ”

Feng Zhao's heart moved slightly, and a pair of handsome eyes looked at Yueming tightly, waiting for him to continue.

"Dalong and the country of thistle war, the dragon will definitely take action, now the reason why the dragon does not dare to fight in the country of thistle, is that he is worried about the north of the dragon dragon, if he can marry with the country of thistle, sign a peace agreement, the dragon can let go of his hands and feet and the country of thistle to fight. And this Molong Prince is the key. "The eyes that looked at the wind also sparkled.

Fengzhao didn't speak. Just twisted a pair of good-looking sword eyebrows together slightly. In war, the attitude of the desert dragon is very important.

After a long time, he said softly, "I have to marry him so skillfully." ”

"Yes, even if you don't want to. My aunt didn't want to. The emperor was unwilling. But for the sake of the country, the emperor will definitely give up the three princesses. ”

Yueming looked at the wind, and her tone was still cold and flat. "Fortunately, this Molong Prince is a character. is enough to match the identity of the third princess, besides, when I saw Yaoling asking Prince Molong about matters yesterday, there was a hint of expectation in the eyes of the third princess. Thinking about it, she is also ready to marry for the country. Speaking of this, Yueming didn't say any more, yesterday upstairs, when Yao Ling asked about Prince Molong, he vaguely knew what Yao Ling meant, but Feng Zhao was blinded by jealousy and anger, and all he saw was Yao Ling's infatuated look at Bayin, and he didn't notice that he was lucky.

Feng Zhao didn't speak anymore, now he was just worried that Feng Qiao would marry far away, and his mother would be very sad.

In the early morning of the next day, Feng Ze came to visit Wu Yu, and as soon as he entered the mansion, he was called by Feng Zhao who was waiting in the front yard.

Looking at the wind that greeted the morning sun, the intimate feeling slowly seeped into my heart as the wind approached.

Looking at the wind that was pacing in the courtyard, Feng Ze was very respectful to Feng Zhao, according to etiquette, the subject country of Yanlong should have seen Feng Ze salute, but every time Feng Ze saluted Feng Zhao first.

"Yesterday's eight tones were Prince Molong. Feng Zhao said softly to Feng Ze.

Feng Ze's eyes as gentle as the warm sun also lit up suddenly, looking at Feng Zhao tightly, waiting for his next words.

"Those people already know the identity of Feng Qiao. Feng Zhao paused slightly, and said softly: "Maybe that person is really related to Feng Qiao." He doesn't know what fate is, but some things are really difficult to say by coincidence.

"What do you think of that Molong Prince named Bayin?" he asked Feng Ze softly after a moment of silence.

Feng Ze thought for a while and looked at Feng Zhao and said softly: "The eyes are starlight, the temperament is high-spirited, and the spirit is majestic, which is not comparable to ordinary people, and I will definitely make a difference in the future." ”

Feng Zhao nodded: "Yaoling and Yueming also say the same, Fengqiao and Yueming are just unrequited love after all, rather than this, it is better to marry this Molong Prince, today I want to enter the palace to meet the concubine." ”

Feng Ze nodded slightly and said lightly: "I'll go back to the palace to tell my mother, and my mother also misses you and Princess Rongyu." After that, a pair of eyes as gentle as the warm sun quietly looked at the wind and the light of the wind, and a ray of kindness crossed the bottom of the eyes.

"Is that Bayin really the Prince of Molong?" In Yao Ling's room, Yao Ling, who had just gotten up, was looking at the wind photos entering the door, with a surprised face.

Suddenly, a smile flashed across the corners of his mouth, "Look, it's all you, jealous, or Feng Qiao could have been with him more yesterday and got to know each other better." As soon as she finished speaking, a handsome face came to her eyes. "Whether it's for the sake of coarseness or not, I don't allow you to look at others like that. Feng Zhao said very domineeringly, with a dangerous light rising in his eyes.

At noon, Feng Zhao stepped into the Qingli Palace with Yaoling.

Chang Ruoli was resting on the couch, the swallows between the beams were chirping, the lilac veil in the room was fluttering slightly, and the delicate and small incense burner was burning with a faint fragrance of jasmine.

Shen'er sat at the table in the front room and took a nap. In May, the sun is shining warmly, and people are particularly prone to sleepiness.

Chang Ruoli, who was lying on the couch for a while, sighed softly, and there was a little melancholy in her sigh.

Shen'er hurriedly got up and walked into the couch, and said softly: "Don't worry about it anymore, the emperor will definitely not marry the princess to Molong." ”

Chang Ruoli looked helpless, "Since ancient times, the princesses of the royal family have not escaped the fate of marriage. But I never thought that it would be such a distant foreign land as Molong, and the country of Molong is very different from Dalong and Jiangnan in terms of language and living habits," she didn't say any more. There is an unspeakable worry in the soft and beautiful Yanlong accent.

"Don't worry about it, when the prince comes, listen to the opinion of the son, maybe he will have a good way. The voice of the pendant was very small, and the small one was almost only audible to herself.

Chang Ruoli nodded slightly, and a flash of sparkle flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Zhao'er" called softly in her heart, after a long fifteen years, his Zhao'er finally grew up and stood alone, and finally allowed her, a mother, to rely on her son's arm.

While talking. I heard the voice of the maid at the door of the dormitory: "The king of Yanlongning asks to see him." ”

Chang Ruoli hurriedly got up and said, "Come in." ”

Looking at the dark green figure that entered the door, it was as calm as glass, and his eyes flashed with the luster of maternal love.

Yaoling followed Fengzhao and walked in. The furnishings in the room are elegant, simple and clean, and there is a faint fragrance of jasmine permeating every corner of the house. Yaoling gently sniffed her upturned nose. For some reason, her delicate moth eyebrows were gently pulled together, and a trace of doubt slipped quietly under her eyes.

Feng Zhao looked at his mother who came from the couch, and his handsome and cold eyes in the past were a little soft.

"Is the Yanlong royal family good?" did not wait for the wind to shine on Yao Ling's salute. Chang Ruoli asked.

"It's all good. My grandmother also asked me to bring some of your favorite Yanlong specialties. Feng Zhao replied softly. Hear a message about motherhood. A mist rose from the bottom of her eyes.

After a moment, she restrained her motherly feelings and walked up to Yaoling. Gently pulled her hand up and said, "You have finished the ceremony, but you are Ning'er's wife who has not officially passed the door." In the future, I will be relieved to have you in front of him. ”

". Yao Ling called softly, and suddenly remembered the strange note that Mr. Ghost Spirit had given him. There is no reason in my heart, and I feel a little gloomy.

"Your Majesty, King Ningjun took Princess Rongyu to meet the concubine. "Not long after Feng Zhao stepped into the Qingli Palace, in the Feng Qing Imperial Study, Xia Linhai whispered.

Feng Qing, who was reading the recital, paused the pen in his hand slightly, thought for a while, just said "um" and lowered his head to review the recital.

"Mother. Fengzhao called very lightly.

Chang Ruoli let go of Yao Ling's hand, and a pair of beautiful and clear eyes looked at the wind on the side. Quietly waiting.

"Prince Molong has arrived in the imperial capital. Fengzhao whispered to his mother.

Chang Ruoli's eyes immediately had a touch of gloom and melancholy.

"The Molong prince is magnificent, dignified, bold in speech, standardized in etiquette, and has a temperament that is not inferior to the moonlight. Feng took care of the melancholy in his mother's eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, his mother had no choice but to send him away, and now he had to watch Feng Qiao leave.

And Chang Ruoli heard Fengzhao's description of the Molong Prince, and a glimmer of sparkle rose in her gloomy eyes.

Feng Zhao continued: "And Feng Qiao also met with the Molong Prince, and it seems that he also has a good impression of him. ”

"Is that really the case?" Chang Ruoli asked softly. Between his eyebrows, he no longer has the melancholy of Fang Cai.

"If that were the case, my heart would feel better. In my heart, I don't want to marry Qiao'er to Yueming, but the marriage is reluctant. If the Molong Prince is really what you say, even if the Molong is far away in the sky, as long as Qiao'er is willing, I will be speechless. "Thinking that I also traveled thousands of miles to marry Dalong back then, wasn't it just for the person in my heart.

As her mother and son spoke, Yao Ling looked at the small aromatherapy stove on the table.

I saw that she held the small incense burner in her hand for a while, looked left and right for a while, and then put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed gently.

Waiting for Fengzhao to finish talking to her mother, she was still in a daze at the exquisite little aromatherapy stove.

Seeing her demented look, Chang Ruoli smiled slightly: "If you like it, let the pendant be wrapped and sent it to you." ”

Some embarrassment flashed in Fengzhao's eyes, this girl just can't put down these exquisite little things. It's good now, I don't even let go of the objects in my mother's palace.

After a moment of trance, Yao Ling reacted and Chang Ruoli spoke to her again.

"Mother, I don't like this aromatherapy burner. "Can I see this incense?" (to be continued......