"Didn't the funeral heart say that they were not familiar? The king sees that they are ripe! ”

"Lord Wang!" Yumian was slightly stunned, listening to the tone of the prince, as if he wanted to blame the burial heart, but, "The prince, the burial heart will not lie to you!" ”

"Won't lie to this king? Is she blind then? Feng Qinghan's eyes were slightly raised, and there was more fierceness and coldness in his eyes when he looked at the jade face.

Yu Mian was stunned, and looked at Feng Qinghan a little blankly, for so long, he had never seen his master's love go out of control like this, right? Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced out of the window, and then said calmly: "Lord Wang, is there any misunderstanding in this!" According to the nature of the burial heart, it is impossible for her to make such a mistake! ”

Feng Qinghan stroked his forehead with one hand, his thin lips were pursed, and in the dark eyes, the cold light that crossed the Dao Dao evil braid, yes, according to her cautious and cold temperament, how could she do such a wrong thing!

However, the intimate appearance of that woman and Yi Tianqi just now! The heart seems to have been stabbed by something, painful, depressed and long-lasting!

Is her innocent and harmless appearance really pretending? Zhao Daqian, that old horseman, how many things are hidden behind him, and where does the power behind the scenes come from? What is their real purpose?

Flustered, restless......

Thoughts, unprecedented chaos!

At the end of the song, Xiang Ning slowly got up, saluted in front of Feng Qinghan, and said softly: "Lord Wang, you rest first, and the slave family will go down to prepare some wine and snacks for you!" ”

With a slight wave of his hand, Feng Qinghan's expression was solemn and silent.

Xiang Ning bowed slightly, turned around, and walked away lightly.

As a woman who has been in the Qinglou for many years, she knows very well what to listen to and what not to listen to, when to stay and when to leave.

The door creaked open, then closed softly.

In the Juxiang Pavilion, it was quiet and silent for a while. The atmosphere was heavy and eerie.

"Lord Wang, the princess has a straight temperament," his eyes swept towards the wind and cold, and seeing that his expression had not changed much, Yumian had the courage to say again: "How much does she know, you, why don't you try her?" ”

Straight temperament? Try her? Feng Qinghan smiled coldly, if these days, the side she has shown is acting?

Defense, how difficult! Kill, Feixue's bright and unparalleled smile flashed in his mind, and he sighed to himself, how could he bear to kill her!

……

Fingers tapped on the table next to him, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, Feng Qinghan turned his words, and said coldly: "How is it in Liangzhou?" ”

Stunned for a moment, Yumian arched his hand, and said: "Back to the prince, news has just come from Liangzhou, the things that were transported not long ago have arrived safely, and all the things, so far, no one is suspicious!" ”

"Hmm!" The wind is cold and soft, the eyes are deep and distant, Liangzhou is located in the north, it is an extremely cold and bitter place, I don't know?

"So, what about her? How's it going? ”

"Back to the prince, there is news from the funeral flower, saying that in recent days, many young masters have come to the door to propose to the young lady," the tone paused slightly, the jade face raised his eyes slightly, and then said: "But they were all rejected by the young lady!" ”

"Propose?" The eyes flickered coldly, and the voice was low and cold.

"Funeral flowers, please ask the prince, those who come to the door to propose marriage, do you need to solve it secretly?"

"No!" Feng Qinghan lightly vetoed, "When a woman reaches this age, it is normal for someone to propose marriage!" ”

"Lord Wang!" After a pause, Yu Mian took out a small scroll from his arms and handed it to Feng Qing Han, "This is what Miss Fuhua secretly took out of her picture scroll when she was not paying attention, and also, please take a look at it!" ”

"Scroll?" Feng Qinghan stretched out his hand to take it, slowly opened the scroll, looked at the man with the peerless elegance on the painting, his expression was slightly stagnant, and then calmly handed the scroll to the jade face.

After seven years, things are not people, and he is no longer a teenager at that time......