Qin Min, who woke up from a grogginess, saw his mother sitting on the edge of the bed with a sad face, and his father standing in the middle of the ground.

"Mother," she called softly.

"Daughter" Old Madam Qin cried out with pity, and tears fell down with tears.

Qin Anwen, who was hovering in the middle of the ground, hurriedly walked to the bed and looked at Qin Min, his shrewd old eyes revealing a touch of helplessness and annoyance.

The maid next to her helped Qin Min up.

"Daughter, what is wrong with you?" asked the old lady.

Only then did the palace people come to the weaving pavilion to tell her that her daughter had fainted at the door of the Ninghua Palace, and asked her to hurry back to the house, and when she returned to the mansion, she saw the prince with a black and angry face, anxiously walking back and forth in the middle of the ground. She asked the prince what was wrong with her Min'er, and the prince was just angry, and after waiting for the master to come back, the prince and the master had a long secret conversation in the study. After sending the prince away, the old man sighed, and she knew that her baby daughter had lost face in Ninghua Hall today.

"Mother, Daddy" Qin Min called weakly, and then couldn't help the pain in his heart, and cried loudly.

"Hey" With a long sigh, Qin Anwen turned around and walked out of his daughter's boudoir, came to the study, and after thinking for a moment, he picked up the pen and wrote two letters. After writing it, he summoned two subordinates who looked extremely shrewd and clever, "You two send these two letters to the two sons as soon as possible." Be sure to tell the two of them to reply quickly. ”

"Yes. The two took the letters, led the horses, and left Beijing.

At this time in Fengming Palace, Wu Yan, who had lost her cumbersome and heavy queen's costume, was lying quietly on the brocade couch.

After Yaoling's diagnosis and treatment, her complexion was obviously much better than before, her cough was less, and she looked much more energetic.

Prince Fenghe sat beside his mother's brocade couch with a gloomy face.

"Qin Min really fell in love with Feng Xi's son. Wu Yan said to herself, "When did she start liking him?" and asked to herself.

"I don't know. Feng He replied angrily.

Glancing at Fenghe, Wu Yan was a little distressed, she was a little sorry for this son, since Chang Ruoli came to Dijing, Fengqing's eyes no longer had her and this son, she was depressed and sick, her son Fenghe was unloved, but unconsciously, he also grew into a handsome and majestic man, but after all, he lacked father's love, and his personality was somewhat gloomy and cold.

"He'er, don't worry, Qin Min's marriage is not up to her. There was a breeze in the faint and shallow words.

"But the queen mother, she doesn't want to, what do I mean by marrying her?" Feng He looked frustrated.

"Nonsense, how can you say such unpromising words, in the future, you will definitely be the king of the Great Dragon, and the women of the world can be chosen by you at will, what if there is no Qin Min when you fall?" Wu Yan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and then she continued: "It's just that now, your father is confused by that woman, and Feng Ze looks more favored than you, for your future, you must marry Qin Min." As for whether she wants to or not, it's up to her. ”

The "Queen Mother" Feng He was a little helpless.

"Son, take out the demeanor of the prince, this country, except for your father and emperor, is your biggest, what kind of woman do you want, remember your mother's words, as a king, you must not be swayed by feelings. Wu Yan said hatefully.

"Listen to the queen mother, don't worry, I have been running to the Qin Mansion for the past two days, women love to listen to good words, Chang Yuening's future princess is a powerful character, Qin Min can't take advantage of her, and Yuening is a proton sent by Yanlong, Qin Anwen will never marry his daughter to him. But Qin Min's effect on you is obvious, his two elder brothers have heavy troops, and your father and emperor rely on them. So don't be rash, even if you don't like it, you have to marry her first. Wu Yan's beautiful apricot eyes did not have the pitiful beauty of the past, but were full of calculations.

Feng He was speechless, and a pair of gloomy eyes looked at Yun'er who was pinching Wu Yan's shoulder.

"Yun'er go down," Wu Yan said softly to Yun'er.

"Yes, sis. Yun'er turned around and retreated obediently, and Feng He's eyes looked at Yun'er who was retreating, and he didn't know what to think about anymore.

A glimmer of light flashed in Wu Yan's eyes, who looked at the wind river. "He'er, listen to the queen mother, endure the current momentary anger, the world will be yours in the future, and all women will also be yours, the queen mother doesn't want you to abandon the country and abandon the son for a woman like your father. His eyes were slightly red.

When Fenghe saw his mother about to cry, he cheered up and smiled at his mother.

"Got it, Queen Mother. He said with a pretended lightheartedness.

"Well, okay, you go down, the queen mother is a little tired. Yun'er passed the word and said that the palace was resting, so don't bother. With that, she closed her eyes slightly and went to sleep.

There was a delicate sound of consent outside the door.

Wind River turned and stepped back lightly.

Out of the palace gate, I saw Yun'er's back turning through the long corridor under the eaves towards the left courtyard. He silently followed behind Yun'er.

Yun'er, who walked in front, slanted the corners of her eyes slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her movements sped up and walked towards her residence, pushing open a door, she flashed lightly, and the whole person disappeared into the world inside the door.

Wind River, who was following behind, also stepped into the door in a flash. The ray of sunlight that had just been cast through the door was suddenly silently closed outside the door. Yun'er, who entered the door, didn't seem to know the wind river that followed behind, and she stood quietly in the middle of the room, as if she was waiting for something and thinking about something.

A pair of big hands silently wrapped around her thin waist from behind, and then there was a slightly hot gasp in her ears, followed by a hot lip from behind under her bare neck and earlobe, kissing everywhere, Yun'er couldn't help but moan slightly, and the person behind was subjected to greater gravity, and suddenly hugged her in her arms, increasing the power and speed of the kiss. A pair of big hands skillfully walked up and down.

The ribbon around his waist was untied, and his shirt was torn off.

"Your Highness," Yun'er whispered coquettishly.

Picking up the delicate woman in his arms, he walked towards the bed, and the hanging curtains vaguely obscured the entangled figures in the depths of the room.

After a long time, Yun'er got up and got dressed, came to the table lightly, opened the exquisite little incense burner on the table, took out a few brown fragrant beans from the brocade box next to him, put them into the metal plate in the aromatherapy burner, lit a candle under the metal plate, and lightly brought clean warm water, put another fragrant bean in the water, and then came to the bed, took the brocade hand, and gently wiped it for the satisfied wind river lying on the bed.

At this moment, Feng He's eyes closed slightly, and Chiguo's body perfectly showed his manly spirit. Gently opened his eyes, looked at Yun'er, whose face was still a little red, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and gently pinched Yun'er's delicate chin, pulled her face slightly closer to himself, and said lightly: "Your Highness just likes your obedience." He let go of his hand and closed his eyes slightly.

Yun'er didn't pause, still gently and carefully wiping his neck and chest for him.

"If Qin Min is like you, what else does this prince have to worry about. A soft sigh came out of Wind River's slightly thin lips.

The hand that took the brocade paused slightly, and then gently wiped it again.

A faint faint fragrance gently wafted away from the incense burner. The Jinpa wiped on the wind river also exuded a faint fragrance, and the room suddenly became extraordinarily quiet and peaceful, and the hanging curtain faintly blocked the sunlight through the window lattice, and the curtain was even darker and quieter.

"What kind of incense is this?" asked Kazegawa, who had his eyes closed, vaguely.

"Tranquility. Yun'er replied softly, but her hand did not pause.

"Well, send some to my house. Prince Ben has been sleeping hard lately. He slept deeply, and when he woke up, the sun was already in the west. Stretching, he felt that his spirits were much better, and his mood was no longer depressed.

A smile crossed the corner of his mouth, whenever he was depressed, as long as he came to Yun'er, she always had a way to make him forget his troubles.