Feng Qiaoyan, who listened to Ziyue's request, took two steps back, widened her eyes and said, "You are crazy, how is this request possible!"

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Seeing Feng Qiao's expression change slightly, Ziyue knew that she didn't want to say it in her heart, so she had no intention of staying. threw the glass bottle in his hand: "Then there is no way, His Highness wants to be in love with whom, you can only rely on yourself."

How could it be possible to completely control another person and completely listen to him with just one Gu? It's just wishful thinking. People have seven emotions and six desires, if there are other people in his heart, even if he is temporarily controlled by Gu worms, one day he will still think of the person in his heart.

Ziyue only left Feng Qiaoyan with a back, and she was angry and stood in place not knowing what to do.

Looking down at the glass bottle in his hand, as well as the Gu worm curled up in the bottle, Feng Qiaoyan's thoughts were like a mess that he couldn't figure out.

"Your Royal Highness, it's time to go." Xiu'er had already prepared a sedan chair outside to remind Feng Qiaoyan that the time was up.

Feng Qiaoyan simply opened the glass bottle, carefully watched the insect crawl into the blue sachet, and after a while, there was not much left of the spices inside.

Eyes lit up, this insect ...... I like to eat spices.

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In the side hall, the vassal kings and ministers who came to participate in the Dragon Boat Festival all arrived one after another, and when Feng Qiaoyan entered the main hall, he happened to see the scene where Feng Ling and Yun Ciyang were talking.

Yun Ciyang was asking Feng Ling about Yun Cining's news, and he hadn't finished asking: "How is my righteous sister?" Su Yilan pulled her ears back to her seat: "When did you have a stepsister?" ”

Su Yilan had a little doubt in her eyes, this stinky boy, what kind of righteous sister do you recognize, if you have someone you like, you can bring it back directly, and you are still beating around the bush like this.

Yun Ciyang hurriedly turned her back and explained to her mother, and after explaining, Su Yilan knew what happened. Yun Juncheng on the side also came over: "Since you have found A-Ning, why don't you bring her back?" ”

Yun Ciyang hooked the corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared on his face. He naturally has his own plans in his heart, doesn't he say that His Royal Highness the Seventh has also run away from marriage? His Majesty the Emperor only needs to wave his hand and send a few people from the Patrol Pavilion to find him, and he dares to guarantee that within three days, Feng Jue, who has fled abroad, will definitely be arrested.

However, His Majesty the Emperor did not mention the whereabouts of His Royal Highness the Seventh, which made it clear that he did not want to find it. Since His Majesty the Emperor is not in a hurry, then what are they anxious about, but they make it as if they want to marry their little sister into the royal family.

Even if the emperor's order is difficult to disobey, he doesn't want his little sister to be involved in a marriage that exists in name only, and he is like the women in the harem all day long, looking at the high palace walls, and he will never see the emperor in his life, and he can only die depressed in the end.

At this Dragon Boat Festival, people have their own thoughts.

During the New Year's holidays, it is said that they gather together to have a happy atmosphere, but in fact, the number of things to do is just to listen to the play, watch the dance, eat, blow and blow for most of the day, when the sun sets, the palace banquet finally ends.

On the night of the Dragon Boat Festival, the market was particularly lively, and Feng Qiaoyan, as a princess, also had the right to leave the palace on this day, but she had to bring a few more guards and palace maids.

Seeing that Yun Ciyang on the opposite side got up to say goodbye to Feng Ling, Feng Qiaoyan hurriedly lifted her skirt and followed. Yun Ciyang seemed to have something to do, so instead of going back to Yun Mansion with Su Yilan and Yun Juncheng, he quickly walked down the steps to find someone.

Feng Qiaoyan's eyes narrowed slightly, standing on the steps, looking at the back of Yun Ciyang leaving, could it be Wen Yin?

Sure enough, Yun Ci Yang Fang walked a few steps, and Feng Qiaoyan saw Wen Yin walking towards this side, she was only followed by two maidservants, and when she saw Yun Ci Yang, she was blessed.

"The county lord left the side hall early, but what's uncomfortable?" Since the last time she had a poem with Wen Yin in Yongning, Yun Ciyang was impressed by the talent of this gentle woman, and she was under the banner of tracking down the assassin, but in fact, she wanted to have more contact with Wen Yin, but it was easy to look forward to what to say when the two met alone.

Yun Ciyang, who had been in the barracks for a long time, scratched his ears and cheeks on the bed at night, thinking about what topic he should talk about with Wen Yin tomorrow.

Probably this is what is written in the "Book of Songs": "If you can't ask for it, you can't think about it." Leisurely, tossing and turning".

"General Yun Shao is too worried, the queen mother rewarded some mugwort leaves and colorful ropes, I will go to the palace to catch up with her." Wen Yin raised her head, two pear vortices rippled on her face, and the pomegranate skirt was blown by the breeze, crossing a layer of fairy energy.

Feng Qiaoyan, who was standing on the steps, didn't know what the two were talking about, but when she saw Wen Yin with a smile on her face, she couldn't help but feel a wave of anger in her heart, and Yun Ciyang, who was also chatting happily, was like a bucket of oil at the moment, pouring Feng Qiaoyan thoroughly.

The five fingers had already crumpled the hem of the skirt, Feng Qiaoyan felt that the scene of the conversation between the two was too dazzling, and she gritted her teeth and was about to run towards Yun Ciyang.

However, the skirt was too long, and he was only angry in his heart, and he didn't see the steps under his feet clearly, Feng Qiaoyan slid straight down the steps after stepping on the air.

A scream sounded behind Yun Ciyang, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Feng Qiaoyan rushing towards him, and Yun Ciyang only felt that the corners of his forehead were jumping suddenly.

It was easy to talk to Wen Yin about whether to go to the night market together tonight, and it was very likely that they would be in the soup again.

Out of instinct, Yun Ciyang could only stretch out his hands to protect Feng Qiaoyan, who was about to fall, Wen Yin only saw the figure of one person, and didn't know who she was, so she hurriedly took two steps forward to help.

So, Feng Qiaoyan, who was about to fall, grabbed it casually and ripped off the sachet tied around Wen Yin's waist, and the sachet with no spirit in her sleeve was also taken out by her.

Before Feng Qiaoyan could speak, he saw Yun Ciyang quickly retract his hand, and when he wanted to squat down and pick up the sachets on the ground, he looked at the two sachets and was stunned.

The same blue sachet, colorful rope, mandarin duck pattern, the two sachets are almost identical.

Feng Qiaoyan's eyes when she looked at Wen Yin at this time were already full of hostility, originally she thought that Wen Yin would be more restrained, but she didn't expect things to have developed to this extent.

Lang is affectionate, and concubines are intentional. And she Feng Qiaoyan, like a clown jumping off the beam, was mixed between the two, and stupidly thought that Yun Ciyang might not understand her mind, as long as she said it, Yun Ciyang would definitely be on her side.

But she was wrong, wrong.

Originally, she thought it was useless, but it was of great use in an instant.

Feng Qiaoyan Xianyun Ciyang squatted down in one step, brushed his hand away without a trace, and her eyes were covered with a gloomy color, her own embroidery she knew, even if the pattern was the same, she could recognize which one was the sachet she embroidered.