In the imperial study, Feng Qing, whose face was gloomy and uncertain, looked at the maid kneeling in the center of the ground in front of him, and instructed Xia Linhai.

After a while, Yin Feng, whose face was cold, walked into the imperial study calmly.

"I took this woman and went to the barren mountains in the western suburbs. Feng Qing's tone was majestic and cold.

"Yes" Yin Feng agreed, and when he was about to go out with the woman, Feng Qing instructed again: "Go out from the south gate and bypass those crowds." There was a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Subordinates obey"

After waiting for Yin Feng to take away the maid, Feng Qing looked at the prime minister who had fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and said with a heavy expression: "Pass the prince into the palace, escort all the attendants and slaves of the prince's mansion into the palace, and I will personally interrogate them." ”

"陛xià"

Feng Qing stretched out a hand to stop the prime minister from speaking.

"There is also Lord Hu from the government who ordered the government to enter the palace to try the case with me. At the end, he added, in a low and majestic tone. After ordering this, he waved his hand and motioned for Prime Minister Lord Fang to leave.

After waiting for everyone to retreat, he sat a little tired behind the wide bookcase, supported his forehead with his right hand, and did not move for a long time.

Yao Ling followed the crowd towards the palace. Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind coming behind me, and I seemed to inadvertently staggered to the side, and then turned around, only to see Pearl raise her hand and was about to pat her shoulder.

"Pearls, eight tones. She cried out happily.

Behind him were the eight tones and the pearl five.

Bayin saw Yaoling smile slightly, but she no longer greeted her as boldly as she did that day.

Yaoling was also a little embarrassed. After all, Fengzhao almost made a big fool of himself in front of so many people that day.

"Why are you alone, that husband of yours?" Pearl asked Yaoling with a hearty smile. She is charming with a slightly strong face, showing that she has a man-like bold and brave personality.

Yaoling replied with a smile: "I was originally going to enter the palace to see Fengqiao, but I met someone who stopped the sedan chair and shouted injustice, so I stopped to watch." ”

Hearing her say this, Pearl glanced at the eight tones next to her, and then looked at Yao Ling and said, "What you brought that day was really the princess of Dalong?"

"yes. Yaoling seemed to think of something, so she said to the eight tones on the side: "You are really fateful." ”

Ya Yin didn't speak, and his big eyes flashed at the pedestrians on the street.

"Let's go over there, there are a lot of people here, and it's not convenient to talk. Pearl said as she pulled Yaoling and wanted to go to a tea shop opposite.

"Is that prince of yours really so bad?" Pearl naturally took Yaoling's hand and asked as she walked. "In our Molong, it is forbidden to kill people indiscriminately, and we herdsmen are like horses on the grassland, free and happy. ”

When it comes to grasslands and desert dragons. Yaoling became interested. "Really?" a pair of big beautiful eyes flickered with curly eyelashes and looked at the pearl, full of fascination.

"Of course. Pearl pursed her lips and smiled, smiling like a clear March day.

"Will your emperor take care of this?" asked a silent Bayin next to him, looking at Yaoling's eyes with some questions.

Yaoling thought for a moment. "Yes. The emperor will definitely take care of it. If the emperor doesn't care. I'll just take care of it. When she said this, there was a hint of coldness and seriousness in her eyes. The middle-aged man next to Bayin was slightly stunned, and looked at Yaoling's eyes with a little exploration.

Came to the second floor of a tea shop opposite. They chose a private room facing the street, and a few people drank tea while watching the crowd in Ximen Square. Now there are more and more people around the small square at the west gate of the palace,

The soldiers guarding the Imperial City began to sustain the last.

"I heard that His Majesty the Great Dragon Emperor is very good at governing the country, and the people of the Great Dragon live a stable and prosperous life, but I didn't expect the prince to be such a person?" the middle-aged man who followed Bayin whispered.

"It is precisely because the emperor of Dalong is honest and honest that no one dares to sue the prince. Yaoling glanced at him and said crisply. She is still quite protective of Fengqing in her heart.

Pearl on the side glanced at Yaoling, remembered something, and suddenly had a smile in his eyes: "That husband of yours still has the courage of our Molong boy." ”

Yao Ling's face turned red, and she scratched her head in disguise, "Are you Mo Long boys like that?" The expression on his face was slightly embarrassed.

"Of course. Whoever our Molong boy likes will confess generously, so that he is not as twisted as you people from the Great Dragon Thistle Country. yes, brother. After saying that, she looked at the eight tones on the side, and the eight tones smiled, but did not answer, he was obviously a little unfamiliar with Yao Ling today, and he didn't want to be as bold and talkative as when they first met.

"Hey, what kind of Prince Yanlong was with your husband the day before yesterday, can he be married?" Pearl suddenly changed the topic and asked Yaoling.

"Huh?" Yao Ling was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that Yue Ming had said that he had visited the Bayin brothers and sisters.

"Do you say that cold moon, he is so rigid, how can anyone like him, and he has not been married yet. Yao Ling replied to Pearl's words, and then she heard the sound of horses' hooves downstairs, and she hurriedly lowered her head to look down, not noticing the surprise that flashed in Pearl's eyes.

At this time, a group of soldiers on horseback from the west gate of the palace went towards the north street.

Bayin also looked at the pair of soldiers and asked, "What are these people doing?"

"Catch the prince. Yaoling replied without thinking.

Bayin's and the middle-aged man's faces changed slightly, and their expressions were a little suspicious, "Oh, are you sure?" Bayin asked, looking at Yaoling.

"Of course, slaves and maids are also human beings, no matter who violates the law, they must be punished, and Dalong can be governed so well, which is inseparable from the emperor's justice. ”

Bayin didn't speak again, and looked at Yaoling's eyes a little stupid. Turning her head, Yao Ling saw the distracted Bayin and smiled, "What are you thinking?"

Hearing Yaoling ask, Bayin smiled embarrassedly.

"You came to Dalong to marry, why didn't you go to the imperial capital to meet the emperor?"

"Well, the envoys haven't arrived yet. I would like to take this opportunity to take a good look at the customs and living customs of the imperial capital. Bayin buckled his head and said modestly to Yaoling.

"Well, you've also seen Feng Qiao, do you like it?" Yao Ling asked Ba Yin quickly.

Bayin's face turned red, and after thinking about it, he said: "I am the prince of Molong, and I should focus on the interests of Molong." Hearing his words, Yaoling suddenly felt a little bad.

After a few people were talking, they heard another commotion below, and the soldiers who had just left had returned, and in front of them were a hundred or so maids. A large group of people marched towards the palace, among the guards on horseback. A lavishly decorated carriage moved slowly.

"It's the prince's carriage. Look, it's the Prince. The crowd was boiling again.

At this moment, Feng He in the carriage looked depressed and gray, and his body trembled slightly. Listening to the chatter coming from the street, his eyes were full of despair.

He was in the Prince's Mansion just now. The butler ran in with a stumble.

"Your Highness. It's not bad," seeing the butler's panting appearance, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone is in the palace," he said. Then he saw a palace man walking in after the steward with a holy decree in his hand. There was no expression on his face, he just stood in the middle of the earth, opened the decree and began to read it.

"On the order of the emperor, the prince Fenghe immediately entered the palace, and all the attendants and maids of the prince's mansion entered the palace. His voice was shrill and emotionless, and when he finished reading it, he handed the decree to Wind River, who was kneeling on the ground.

Feng He's slightly trembling hand took the holy decree, stood up, with a flattering smile on his face, and asked the palace person who announced the decree: "Can the father-in-law tell my father why everyone in the prince's mansion entered the palace?"

The little palace man saluted him and said coldly: "The slave doesn't know. ”

Feng He wanted to strangle the pretending palace man in front of him immediately.

I wanted to ask the housekeeper, but the housekeeper had already been driven to the center of the courtyard of the prince's mansion by the guards who had come in, and stood together with a number of maids and palace people.

He had a very bad premonition.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, follow the servants into the palace. The palace man on the side said to him softly.

When the people saw the prince's carriage, they talked about it.

Until now, Feng He didn't know what was happening, he heard the voices of people everywhere on the street, and wanted to lift the curtain to see, but he didn't have the courage, so he had to prick up his ears and listen carefully, and gradually beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozed from his forehead, a kind of despair that he had never felt before swallowed his heart, and that kind of unpredictable fear of the future deeply oppressed him, making it difficult for him to breathe. He heard the talk and vaguely knew what was going on.

Inside the carriage, his face began to turn pale, and he looked depressed and desperate. Suddenly, he laughed, a silent smile filled with despair and grief, and then large crystal tears silently fell from Shenjun's eyes.

"Father," he whispered.

Yaoling looked at the prince's carriage carefully, with a strong hatred in her eyes, if it wasn't for the wind river sitting in the carriage, she would go down to clean up now, and she didn't need to see any officials at all.

At this moment, she found two very familiar figures in the crowd, one in a dark green brocade dress and the other in a white dress. The two of them stood under one roof, looking at the carriage of the Wind River as they had done before. One is cold and arrogant, and the other is as cold as the moon.

She stood in front of the window and beckoned to them desperately, but they didn't look this way at all, and their big beautiful eyes turned and turned, and suddenly untied the snow silkworm brocade from their waists. Shook it up, and the crisp sound of the jingle bell was instantly drowned out in the boiling discussion.

The pearls and eight tones beside her all looked at her strangely, but her attention was all on the wind and moon in the crowd.

Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang, Fengzhao and Yueming raised their heads at the same time. She raised the snow silkworm brocade in her hand to them again, and her face was full of cheerful smiles. The eight tones on one side followed her gaze, and a trace of gloom flashed from the bottom of her eyes.

Fengzhao and Yueming heard the small sound of the bell at the same time, and at the same time raised their heads to follow the sound, only to see a second floor opposite, Yaoling with a smile on her face like a flower butterfly, shaking the snow silkworm brocade in her hand, her smile was beautiful and innocent. Both of them were stunned at the same time. Then Fengzhao smiled at Yaoling, and Yueming's eyes also glowed with a soft wisp.

Fengzhao, who was about to laugh, suddenly saw the eight tones next to Yaoling, and his face darkened slightly. That Molong Prince and Yaoling really felt a little talented and beautiful when they stood together, and there was a trace of jealousy in their hearts.

"Don't be jealous, don't let people say that King Ningjun of Yanlong is a person with a small amount of energy. On the side, Yueming's lukewarm sarcasm came, and Feng Zhao looked at him with some annoyance.

"Who called my Yaoling so cute?" he glanced at Yueming, a little smug. Yueming was stunned for a moment, and only said one sentence for a while: "If you don't get married for a day, you can't say that it's your Yaoling." "The light words have an indescribable arrogance,

"Hmph, it's mine after all, and no one can take it away. For the first time, the two brothers were so calm and open about their hearts about Yaoling. (To be continued......)