Prince's Mansion, Feng He, who was depressed, locked himself in the bedroom after returning to the Prince's Mansion from the banquet, and he didn't say a word or drink a glass of water until Xia Linhai came to announce the decree. Just sat helplessly and looked at the golden silk bird raised in the golden wire cage in the house. Today, he felt a sense of frustration and powerlessness like never before. He never thought that the two princes of the little Yanlong, who he had always looked down on, would have such unfathomable skills. The strange and painful expressions of the assassins wrapped in the balls could not be dissipated before his eyes for a long time. He regretted that he didn't get in touch with them in time, but instead let that Feng Ze take the lead and maintain a good relationship with them.

"Your Highness. Grandpa Xia is here. The cautious steward outside the door whispered.

"Please. He hurriedly stood up, and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

Xia Linhai walked in unhurriedly, "The old slave has seen His Royal Highness the Prince. He stooped and saluted, his face full of deference and humility.

"Father-in-law is exempt. Feng He was extremely enthusiastic, and for the old palace man beside his father, he not only didn't dare to put on the prince's shelf, but also scolded him a little. No one in the palace knew that this Xia Linhai was by his father's side when he was still the prince.

"What is the matter with my father-in-law coming to the mansion today?" he cautiously probed, and his slightly sunken handsome eyes wandered on the face of the fifty or sixty-year-old man with delicate skin in front of him, trying to see some clues from his expression.

Xia Linhai walked to the top without hurry, and said in a long voice: "Spread the word of Your Majesty, because of the famine in the Ji country, I am afraid that Dalong will buy grain, so the emperor sent an old slave to tell His Royal Highness the Prince, from now on, the prince began to buy surplus grain from the people's families in Dalong and put it in the warehouse." ”

Wind River's eyelids jumped, and his heart was really ecstatic. These days, he was worrying about food, but he didn't expect that his father would give him such a good opportunity.

Patience sent Xia Linhai away, he strode to the study, and said to the housekeeper when he lifted his legs and entered the door: "Watch the door, no outsiders are allowed to come in," and then squeaked and pushed the door in. After closing the door, he came to a large landscape mural more than one person high on the edge of the east wall, and stretched out his hand to push the mural to the left. As the mural moved, a small black door installed on the wall was revealed, he stretched out his hand, pushed open the secret door, and quietly walked in.

In the green glass palace, which was dyed pale gold by the setting sun, the elegant and demure Chang Ruoli was sitting in front of an embroidery frame erected in the center of the hall, embroidering a pair of beautiful mandarin ducks on a red fine brocade. There is also a stack of brocade on the chair next to the embroidered car. "Niangniang, the sun is about to set, don't embroider anymore, be careful of hurting your eyes. Shen'er helped sort out the brocade and a pile of colorful silk threads on the side, while reminding.

Raising her beautiful eyes, Chang Ruoli glanced at her and said softly, "Have you packed up all the jewelry I brought from the palace?"

"Pack it up, Niangniang," Shen'er agreed, and his hand cleaved a golden silk thread neatly.

"Well, Yaoling and Xu, I only have those old jewelry for her. She said softly, her voice soft and soft.

"In another year, Fengqiao should also be in time, thinking that while I am here, I will make her the dress and the dress at the wedding. She said softly, although her tone was calm, but there was always a little reluctance in it.

Shen'er's plain hand that had split the silk thread paused, a trace of sadness flashed in her dark eyes, and a tear swirled in her eyes, she quietly turned around and tried it with her hand.

Xu is feeling something, Chang Ruoli also stopped the needle and thread in her hand, and a distant hazy longing and sadness crossed her beautiful eyes, and the low voice of "Yu Pei" could only be heard by herself.

"Niangniang, the second prince and the two princes have arrived. Outside the door, there was a report from the palace maid.

Shen'er hurriedly picked up Chang Ruoli and moved her footsteps slowly, and walked slowly to the window. Through the window, he saw Feng Ze and Feng Zhao Yueming entering the courtyard gate, and he couldn't help but have a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the eyebrows that had been gently pressed in the past were also slightly stretched.

"Shen'er, their brothers are really alike. There was a faint joy and comfort in his calm tone.

"Niangniang," Shen'er looked cautiously out the door.

Chang Ruoli knew what she meant, and didn't speak again.

"The son visits the concubine. Feng Ze saluted Chang Ruoli respectfully.

Fengzhao and Yueming also hurriedly followed suit. Chang Ruoli looked at the three of them, and the look in his eyes was like a shining star in the distant sky, "You all sit down." The tone was soft and gentle.

A pair of eyes looked at the moon and then at the wind, and finally looked at the wind, "Are you going to leave tomorrow?"

Feng Zhao nodded, his expression a little solemn. Proposing marriage is a major event in life, but neither of your parents can participate. I can't help but feel a little lost.

"This is a happy thing, and your father must be happy to see you back to Yanlong. Feng Zhao's heart moved slightly, his mother was a pun on himself, and his father also knew that he was going back to Yanlong to Jiang Li to propose marriage? It seems that the last time his father gave him such a valuable gift list, he already knew Yaoling's time. But how did my father know? A pair of calm and deep eyes looked at his mother. I vaguely felt that my mother seemed to nod her head at herself. His heart couldn't help but be a little excited. It seems that as her mother said, her father is watching her mother and son at any time. "Shen'er go and bring the congratulatory gift I prepared for Princess Rongyu," Chang Ruoli turned his face and gently instructed Shen'er on the side.

"Yes, sis. The pendant dressed in green walked lightly to a wall cabinet by the couch in the depths of the dormitory, opened a drawer, and took out a brocade box with extremely delicate workmanship. He carefully held it with both hands.

Chang Ruoli took the brocade box, opened it and looked at it, and said: "Most of these jewelry were given to me by my father and mother when I got married, and some of them were specially made by me in Dijing fifteen years ago, although they are all old jewelry, but they are all my beloved things, and I will give them to Yaoling today, no matter what, you are now living in Dalong's Xuanwang Mansion, how can you not lose the dignity of the imperial family of Dijing." After saying that, he handed the jewelry box to Feng Zhao.

Feng Zhao stretched out his hand to take it, and understood in his heart that his mother's words were to tell him that these jewelry were all from the Xuan Wangfu, and that he was the son of the Xuan Wangfu, and he could not lose the face of the Xuan Wangfu. Although his parents couldn't personally send someone to Jiang Li to propose marriage for him, they still had to be courteous. From his mother's words, he also knew that his mother was unwilling to take Fengqing's things to reward himself and Yaoling. I can't help but admire my mother even more in my heart.

"Ze'er, after Yuening left, you went to King Xuan's Mansion to accompany your cousin Ming if you had nothing to do, he is quiet and lonely, very similar to you, you can ask him for advice on meditation, just don't let Feng Qiao know. After that, he looked at Yueming with a blink of an eye, and said shallowly: "Ming'er, you are my only mother's family here." I hope you will treat Ze'er like the moon. There was some expectation in his clear and quiet eyes, which were as clear as the moonlight.

Hearing this, Fengzhao and Yueming glanced at each other, and both of them couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in their hearts.

Immediately, Yueming looked at Chang Ruoli with a pair of eyes as quiet as the moon, from the first time he saw this only aunt, he had a very good sense of intimacy and familiarity with her in his heart, because of the blood relationship, he always felt that he could figure it out with her heart. Whatever she asked, he would grant her.

"I will. He replied softly.

"Yes, Mother. Feng Ze also responded gently to his mother's words, his face was always so peaceful and gentle, as if there was never anything worth worrying or excited and joyful in his heart, and his expression was always as calm and clear as a lake in autumn.

After sunset, the rattle in the palace of the king of Xuan was a little unable to sit still, in the front hall of the palace she kept walking back and forth in the house, the bell on her body jingled, and the palace lamp on the lampstand projected her petite figure on the blue brick floor.

"I said, girl, can you be quiet for a while, my ghost's head is about to be knocked out by your dangling bells. Mr. Ghost on the side blinked his shrewd little eyes, a look of helplessness and complaint.

"Ghost grandpa, why haven't they come back since they went out very early, the carriage is ready, just waiting to go. Didn't the emperor say that it was just for the practice of that General Qin Yuan, how could it take so long?" there was some anxiety in the tone of the rattle, and there was worry in the delicate face.

"Girl, aren't you such a person, how many things did that kid do to worry you about and make you become the person you are now?" the ghost looked at the rattle with some pity.

"Well, ghost grandpa, you don't know that Xiaofeng has too many things hidden in his heart, and I'm always afraid that he won't be able to stand it. Rattle said shallowly, and a pair of beautiful eyes kept looking out the door.

"If you don't say it, I know that you are afraid that Feng Qing kid will hurt your little wind, and you are afraid that your little wind will hurt Feng Qing. The rattle, who was wandering back and forth in the house, suddenly stopped, and a pair of clear and beautiful big eyes looked at Mr. Ghost in a daze, and the expression on his face was a little gloomy.

"Hey. Mr. Ghost shook his head helplessly, and after a while, he said in a low voice: "Both women are so kind. My Feng ancestors are virtuous, and the best girls have entered the door of the Feng family. It's just that they all entered the palace of the king of Xuan. ”

Hearing his muttering whispers, when Yao Ling wanted to ask something, she found that Fengzhao and Yueming were already standing at the door of the house, looking at her with all their eyes. Under the reflection of the candle flame, the two pairs of eyes were as black and bright. For some reason, her face turned red, and some restraint suddenly appeared in her heart.

"What's wrong. Girl, he and he are both back, why are you standing still again?" Mr. Ghost asked Yaoling, who was a little dazed, with a puzzled face.

Feng Zhao gently walked up to Yaoling and reached out to stroke her hair. "Didn't you tell you not to worry about me anymore?"

Yueming walked directly to the coffee table, sat down, and poured a cup of concentrated tasting.