Outside the gate of the Seven Kings' Mansion, two green pines are still standing proudly, the snow on the branches has melted a little, and when they have not completely turned into water, they have become frozen because the weather is too cold, and they are hanging crystal clear on the branches one by one. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The biting cold wind howled in his ears, Feng Jue wrapped the cloak on his body, looked up and saw the corner of a person's clothes flashing next to the gate of the mansion not far away, Feng Jue's eyes were cold, he stopped, and said coldly: "Go back." ”

"Your Highness, be careful. Only then did the cultivator who had just rescued him in the depths of the alley appear, hugged his fists, turned around and walked away quickly.

The toes touched the ground, leaving a few undetectable footprints, and after a while, they were lost in the snow.

Feng Jue exhaled, the water vapor was permeated in front of him, making people feel a little psychedelic, he lifted his steps, stepped on the broken jade, and walked forward for a while before arriving at the door of the mansion, his face was slightly tired, and he stretched out his hand and knocked on the door of the mansion.

"Squeak-" There was an ugly scream from the door, and a middle-aged man inside cautiously poked out his head, and was very surprised when he saw Feng Jue's face, and then returned to normal, and said with a dry smile: "Palace...... Your Highness is back?"

Unlike the calm man in the alley, Feng Jue raised his face and smiled innocently like a child, and replied: "Yes, I also met robbers on the way, but fortunately, I escaped back when I met the help of a master." What is Steward Zhou doing in the mansion these days?"

Zhou Fu's face turned pale, glanced at Feng Jue, and hurriedly welcomed him in, "The county lord came to the mansion this morning, I heard that His Highness has not come back yet, and he is in a hurry, His Highness will return, do you think it is a coincidence?"

Feng Jue's fist clenched in the cloak, but his face did not change, he knew that the housekeeper was deliberately pulling away from the topic, but he still answered: "Cousin is here, I'll go in and take a look." ”

Zhou Fu breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the back of Feng Jue leaving quickly, stood in place and thought about it, turned to the corridor and took a paper umbrella, and braved the wind and snow to go out of the mansion.

"Ah Jue!" Wen Yin, who was still sitting on the chair with a teacup but was already uneasy, put down the teacup and stood up the moment she saw Feng Jue, "Why did you come back so late, teach me to worry for a long time." ”

As she spoke, she wanted to take off the cloak on her body for Feng Jue, but Feng Jue's hand tightly grasped the edge of the cloak.

He caught a glimpse of several pairs of eyes staring at him in the lobby, sensing Wen Yin's doubts, Feng Jue chuckled and said, "Fang came back from outside, it's cold, and he won't take off his cloak." ”

He could clearly feel that the wound behind him, even though it had been simply bandaged, was still oozing blood.

Wen Yin looked at the tail of the cloak on Feng Jue's body that was already dirty, and the falling snow turned into water droplets on the cloak, accumulating more and more, she turned around and poured a cup of tea for Feng Jue and said: "How can this work, if you are afraid of the cold, let the maids change into new ones, this one is about to be soaked, you come back and drink a cup of tea to warm up." ”

Feng Jue smiled harmlessly, took the teacup handed by Wen Yin, and sipped it one by one, and the lobby suddenly quieted down.

Wen Yin looked at Feng Jue, who was drinking tea, and sighed, "Ah Jue, you are not young, even if you go back to the house, you can't be idle, and you run out all day long." ”

Feng Jue, the seventh son of His Majesty. Because he didn't want to be restrained in the palace anymore, he begged the emperor to live outside the palace before he was crowned king, and even if he had his own mansion, he often didn't come back. Play outside all day, and it will be ten days and half a month to go.

Feng Jue's biological mother died early, and she befriended Wen Yin's mother, Mrs. Yipin, Wen Yin was Feng Jue's cousin, Feng Jue's biological mother was worried about Feng Jue when she left, so she entrusted Feng Jue to his cousin Wen Yin of the same age to take care of.

Although the emperor was extremely fond of his biological mother, Feng Jue had been crowned but had no interest in the affairs of the palace, and the emperor had no choice but to let him go.

"It's not good to be bored in the house all day. Feng Jue poured a sip of tea, grinning as if it was being burned. Sure enough, as soon as he was like this, he immediately diverted Wen Yin's attention, Wen Yin forgot what he was blaming him for, and hurriedly asked him if he had been burned.

Feng Jue shook her head, but saw Wen Yin looking like she wanted to speak and stopped, "Cousin, if you have anything to say, just say it." ”

He thought in his heart that Wen Yin should not mention anything about the palace, after all, he has nothing to do with the palace now, at least on the surface.

"Your Majesty has promised the girl of the Yun family to you. ”

"Ha-" Feng Jue gasped, covering his mouth with one hand, his two eyebrows were almost twisted together, this time he was really burned, and endured the pain on the tip of his tongue, he mustered up the courage to ask again: "Cousin, what did you say?"

He just went out to do some things, and was targeted by Feng Yun's people and slashed and almost couldn't come back, and after coming back, he inexplicably had an extra princess?

Wen Yin ignored his surprised look and continued, "It was decided yesterday. ”

"No!" Feng Jue suddenly put down the teacup, and he caught a glimpse of several people in the hall who buried their heads deeply when they heard Fang Cai Wenyin say that His Majesty had married the Yun family girl to him, and it was impossible for anyone with a normal brain to think that the emperor's marriage was just because of a whim.

Imagine, in the Yun Mansion, Su Yilan is His Majesty's righteous sister, Yun Jun has become the general of the dynasty, and the Yun family is such a precious daughter, and the person who goes to propose marriage must have already broken the threshold.

However, His Majesty just married the Yun family girl to him, which is obviously to do something, uh, no, this is clearly instigating Feng Jue to do things.

The emperor Lao'er paved the way for him, and almost held the throne directly in front of him.

In this palace, how many people are his, Feng Jue has not yet figured it out, how can he rashly accept it, saying that he will not listen to him in the last second, and the next second Feng Yun's small book will give him a grudge.

"What if she's black, ugly, and has no money? I won't marry!" Feng Jue put down the teacup with a bang, startling the people in the room, and Wen Yin on the other side twitched the corner of her mouth, her cousin, it is very likely that she is split again.

On weekdays, sometimes it's just a little bit like a child, but when it comes to marriage, how can it suddenly start to be abnormal?

She helplessly held her forehead, she didn't know why Feng Jue's focus was so strange, she was already a king, and she still had to care if the person she married had money to do?

Wen Yin looked up and saw Feng Jue looking like she didn't care about herself, and decided to persuade him again. According to his temperament, it is possible to ruin the marriage, and if he really angers His Majesty at that time, it will not end well.

"Although I don't know much about the girl of the Yun family, I glanced at it from a distance before, and she looked like she was born Zhouzheng, but her body was weaker. When he was six years old, he was sent to Yuling Mountain to recuperate. Wen Yin said, her eyes suddenly lit up, as if she remembered something, and said with a smile: "Ah Jue still remember the time when you sneaked out of the palace gate? A bowl of Yangchun noodles was beaten by a little girl before she finished eating, that one is the girl of the Yun family." ”

"Poof-" Feng Jue squirted out a sip of tea, he obviously didn't want to mention this shameless past, patted the table and said, "Cousin, the old accounts from more than ten years ago, don't turn them over." ”

is facing the fighting posture, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a weak master.

Feng Jue was reluctant in his heart, firstly, he was afraid that he would delay others, and secondly, he really did not want to add another trouble at this time.

He had an idea, and suddenly remembered the Yun Chening who had chased him all the way in the depths of the alley, and said deliberately: "Cousin, in fact, Ah Jue already has a favorite person." ”