When Jiang's mother tied up Yaoling's hair, Feng Zhao stood in front of the window in her house, holding a beautiful white dove with one hand, caressing its smooth feathers with the other, and looking at the eastern sky through the open window. At this time, the glow of the morning sun shines through the layers of pavilion eaves, spreading beautiful and bright light into the courtyard. The cool morning breeze carries a faint scent of damp earth, and the world is peaceful and silent.

Raising its hand lightly, the white dove spread its beautiful wings and cooed towards the east sun. He raised his head and watched the white dove flying, and after a long time, he gently walked out of the door and slowly walked towards the small courtyard of the moonlight.

Yesterday night, he sent Yao Ling away and quietly went to Huitianxia. Inform Limeng that he will return to Yanlong, and let the dead soldiers who stayed in the imperial capital temporarily obey Yueming's dispatch.

But he never thought that he would learn that Lan Yan would follow him to Yanlong at the behest of Feng Qing, which made him a little stunned.

"This matter is the news that Lan Yan came from in the evening, and his subordinates thought that the young master already knew, so he didn't reply. He said to the wind with a calm face.

"Hmm," the wind walked around the room.

"Why did Feng Qing send Lan Yan without prior notice to me?" he muttered to himself. A pair of eyes looked at Limeng, and after a moment he turned to the side to look at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall in the room.

"Isn't it, Feng Qing has doubts about Lan Yan, so as to test the young master?" Li Meng guessed, a pair of thick eyebrows together.

"Don't worry about it, just ask Lan Yan after tomorrow's departure. He decisively gave up his conjecture, and his tone was crisp.

At that moment, Feng Zhao didn't know that it was in a room on the side of the Feng Clan's ancestral hall in the northeast corner of the palace. Mr. Ghost, who has a shrewd and ghostly face, is talking to his father, Feng Xuan.

"Your precious son, tomorrow I will go back to Yanlong to discuss marrying my precious apprentice, aren't you going to give me some gifts for marriage?—— he wants to marry my apprentice!" He looked at Feng Xuan, who was reading a book by the palace lamp on the other side. repeatedly emphasized the relationship between himself and Yaoling.

Lifting a pair of eyes from the book, Feng Xuan quietly looked at Mr. Ghost in front of him who was talking to him, and then continued to read the book. I don't seem to understand what Mr. Ghost means.

Mr. Ghost saw him look up at himself, his small elven eyes full of anticipation. But when he looked at him, he ignored himself. The face gradually lost its luster.

He hammered the corner of the table with his hand, "Hey, my ghost is really miserable, the two most optimistic nephews, one is the emperor who is high, he never takes my uncle in his eyes, and the other seems to be a pot of water that can't be boiled, but it can kill my old man." Ay. One long sigh after another. And kept spinning around on the ground, and kept muttering: "In vain, I claim to be a ghost who comes and goes without a trace, but I can't do anything about your two brothers." ”

"Tell me, what do you have a crush on?" a gentle and elegant voice sounded.

Mr. Ghost's sad face was immediately replaced by a smile and flattery.

"I'll just say that you kid is the most conscientious and the smartest, and you can always see my uncle and my heart. There was unconcealed joy in his yin and yang voice. "I went to the largest pharmacy in the imperial capital yesterday and saw an eight-hundred-year-old ginseng and a thousand-year-old Wang Bahu, how about giving it to me?"

Feng Xuan's handsome nasal cavity made a soft "hum" sound. "You're a good eye," he replied, still looking at his book without raising his eyebrows.

When Mr. Ghost Spirit saw his appearance, he couldn't help but feel anxious after all. Suddenly, he bent down and clubbed his thin little head in front of Feng Xuan. A pair of small and bright eyes looked at Feng Xuan's eyes that were as calm as a deep pool without blinking, "How about I exchange this with you?"

Feng Xuan closed the book in his hand. Glancing at Mr. Ghost in front of him, he stood up and slowly paced a few steps around the room. Then he went to his desk and picked up his pen and wrote a few words. As soon as he finished writing, before he could put down his pen, Mr. Ghost on the side stretched out a thin hand to grab the piece of paper, but no matter how fast he moved, he couldn't get as fast as Feng Xuan.

One of his slender jade-like fingers pressed lightly against the note. A pair of eyes shining like stars in the light of candles. Quietly looking at Mr. Ghost.

Mr. Ghost shook his head helplessly. "Well, here you go, see for yourself. He placed the letter on the table, Feng Xuan raised his finger lightly. Mr. Ghost hurriedly snatched the note and glanced at it with a smile. Then carefully carry it into your arms.

Feng Xuan gently picked up the letter and looked at the neat handwriting on the cover, and asked softly:

"Say it. Which house is the daughter? The tone is elegant and elegant.

Mr. Ghost, who was already sitting across from him, glanced at him, "See for yourself, I don't know." At this moment, he lost his previous flattery and flattery, and pretended to be disdainful and arrogant.

Feng Xuan flipped through the envelope in his hand and looked at it again, and suddenly dropped it in the glass palace lamp burning with candles.

"Hey, why did you burn it?" Mr. Ghost wanted to catch it, but it was too late, and the letter had already turned into wisps of green smoke and dispersed.

"I'm going to give you a fair reason to take my things, and it doesn't matter if you don't read it. He said lightly. Gently and slowly sat down on the chair again.

Hearing him say this, Mr. Ghost's thin little face was a little annoyed and helpless. "You," he was speechless. After a while, he rolled his little eyes, "That's it, say, how can I repay your favor." ”

"Li'er is ready to leave the palace, you said back then that you would find a way to get her out of the palace safely and escape the world with me. Now it's time to make good on your promises. The tone was low and square, but extremely serious.

Hearing this, Mr. Ghost suddenly accepted his previous elf strange appearance, "She really thought about it?" said in a stern and serious tone, with a solemn expression on his face.

"Yes, Zhao'er has returned to King Xuan's Mansion, and Ze'er has also grown up, just waiting for Feng Qiao and Lu. As for Feng Qiao's marriage, I believe that Feng Qing will not wronged her, so Li'er has decided to leave here with me. ”

After thinking about the time of the incense, Mr. Ghost said softly, "That's so. I'll help you, but, that's it. My emperor's nephew is afraid of being heartbroken again. He let out a long sigh, and there was a deep helplessness and desolation in that sigh. "You two brothers. How could it end like this?"

Silent, both of them looked at the candle flame on the table that was clearly extinguished, and Feng Xuan's eyes as deep as a secluded pool were as different from Feng Qing's eyes under the light of the candle flame at this time.

At Yaoling's residence.

Jiang Ma slowly and gently combed her cloud-like hair for the rattle, Wu Yu on the side oozed a tear from the corner of her eye for some reason, Yaoling in the mirror looked at Jiang Ma behind her from time to time, and a trace of exploration flashed faintly in her bright big eyes. Jiang's mother focused all her attention on combing Yaoling's hair, not noticing the big eyes that were inquiring and suspicious when she looked at her through the mirror.

When the bun was combed, Jiang's mother took the magnolia hairpin in front of the mirror, and her hands trembled slightly. said softly: "The princess is a person who has a mother-in-law's family, although she has not yet decided to marry, but this time the prince of Helu County will accompany her, and officially propose the matter of marriage, so she can say goodbye to the hairpin on the day of Jilu." As she spoke, she gently inserted the magnolia hairpin into Yaoling's bun.

Listening to her words, Yaoling's eyes were a little sad, "I know that hairpins can only be brought by women who have discussed marriage after the hairpin, but this magnolia hairpin is the only thing my mother left me." I always thought that if I brought this hairpin, my mother would be able to find me, so I didn't care about the etiquette of wearing a hairpin. She paused slightly. Then a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "But it was as I wished, and with it, I first found my father. After a short pause, she said sadly: "I also saw my mother at the chrysanthemum show, although I carelessly ignored the past, but in any case, I finally know that my mother is still safe, then I have hope." As she spoke, her eyes looked at Mama Jiang in the mirror without blinking.

Xu felt the eyes in the rattle mirror, and Jiang Ma avoided looking at the mirror, her body trembling slightly. Forced to arrange the hair bun and collar for Yaoling,

"Mother Jiang. You say my mother saw me at the chrysanthemum show? She recognized the hairpin, but why didn't she look for me anymore? I used to think that I didn't do enough to find my mother. But now I think about it again, my mother has recognized the magnolia hairpin on my head, so she should have searched for me everywhere, why did she leave me again, and disappeared without a trace, and the imperial capital is so big. Unless she deliberately avoided me. And maybe is there something wrong with her?" said Yaoling, her eyes looking at Mama Jiang in the mirror, her face sad and helpless.

"Maybe. Mother Jiang behind her was stunned, and the eyes reflected in the mirror were dodgy.

"Well, what's the difficulty?" asked Yaoling, as if talking to herself.

"Princess, all right. Mother Jiang diverted the topic of Yaoling. Raising his eyes to Yaoling in the mirror, he showed a reluctant smile. "Does the princess like this bun?"

Lancao on the side walked over and took a look, "Ah, the princess is so beautiful, I have never seen this bun before." ”

Wu Yu also praised with gestures.

"Mother Jiang. If only you could follow me back to Jiang Li, I will let you tie my hair for me on the day of the day, and I will not have a hairpin. "There is sincerity in the innocent countenance.

"Pounce" The peach wood comb in Jiang's mother's hand fell to the ground, she hurriedly squatted down and picked it up, and two tears fell silently on the ground.

"Princess, how can the old body have such a blessing. Picking up the comb, she said a little choked, and when Yaoling was about to say something, she saw Jiang's mother covering her heart, and hurriedly saluted her and said: "Princess, please forgive me, I also made some snacks for the princess, now should be the time to get out of the pot, without waiting for Yaoling to reply, she hurriedly walked out."

As soon as she stepped out of the door, she hit a person headbuttfully, she hurriedly covered her head and looked up at the person who was hit, and as soon as the "brother" half of the sound seemed to come out, she took it back. Covering her head, she bowed her head and apologized and left in a hurry, the person who was hit behind her was shocked, hesitant and confused, looking at the back of Jiang's mother for a long time, and a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"Uncle," the rattle in the house called cordially when he saw Wu Xuan, who was looking outside the door that Jiang's mother had not closed.

The person who was hit at the door was Yaoling's uncle, today he came to send Yaoling, when he walked to the door, he heard a long familiar voice, he couldn't help but stop, his heart suddenly churned with an inexplicable excitement, when he wanted to listen again, but found that the familiar voice was gone, and listened to it again, but found that the familiar sound disappeared without a trace, only an elderly and slightly hoarse woman's voice. (To be continued)