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Although Feng Rong dismisses this, there is no need to object to others believing it.

Early in the morning, Feng Rong habitually stood by the window, the carefully cared for peacock arrowroot still stretched out its wide leaves and shook slowly, she looked at the withered leaves on the ground outside the window, and kept replaying the bits and pieces of modern society in her mind.

She's just written the beginning of a new book, she's only lived twenty-two years of her life, everything she's been there.

"Heh, I still can't put it down." Feng Rong smiled self-deprecatingly, originally thought that she could temporarily let go of everything in modern society, regardless of the question of going to stay in the future, and devoted herself to this ancient era for her, but she didn't expect that she still couldn't let go.

"When the time comes, you will go back, but whether you want to go back at that time depends on your choice."

The words of the peacock arrowroot kept echoing in her mind, if she was given a chance to return to modern times, would she choose to go back?

Feng Rong made his choice almost instantly.

Get back.

"Miss, why are you crying all of a sudden?" Bishui stood aside, looking at the tears that flowed quietly on Feng Fengrong's face, tilting his head and asking with concern.

"Huh? Nothing, don't worry. Feng Feng Rong hurriedly wiped the corners of his eyes, and said nonsense that he wanted to fool the past, but he couldn't tell Bishui that he was homesick.

"Miss, I heard the people in charge of Wang said today that the six princes had entered Beijing in the morning, and the emperor also sent someone to greet him, and the formation was very big." Bishui leaned over to Feng Rong and said secretly.

"The king's man?" Feng Rong noticed this for the first time, but as for the fact that the six princes entered Beijing, she was put in second place.

"Yes, it was the girl in charge of the king's affairs who said it, it seems that she overheard the words of the king's affairs and the prince." Bi Shui's voice was low, these things can only be told to the young lady, and no one else can know.

"Hmph, the king is really calculating." Feng Rong chuckled, and deliberately asked the people around him to reveal the news to him, did he want to see how he was flustered? What's in it for him?

Bi Shui looked at the smile full of ridicule and disdain on his young lady's face, and silently wiped the cold sweat on his head.

This young lady of her own family seems to have changed a lot since she vomited blood and fell into a coma, where is the Wen Wan who used to be famous in the capital......

"Miss! Don't think about anything else, let's think about how to deal with the six princes, when the six princes come back, you will be married! Bi Shui clenched his little fist on the side, a little anxious.

"What's the hurry, I won't marry that bullshit Sixth Prince no matter what." Feng Rong glanced at the blue water, it was really the emperor who was not in a hurry, and the eunuch was in a hurry.

Bishui opened her mouth, and finally closed honestly, she didn't know what to say.

"Okay, and what about the long letter, you don't have confidence in him?" Feng Feng Rong pinched Bi Shui's face and suddenly smiled.

"No, there is nothing that Su Gongzi can't do." Bi Shui shook his head firmly, looking at Feng Fengrong's eyes, Bi Shui could be called Su Changxin's brainless fan.

"Then don't think about it, I think after the palace banquet, my father will start preparing to marry me to the sixth prince to marry, and this palace banquet is a good opportunity for us." Feng Rong stretched out his hand and gently brushed the leaves of the peacock arrowroot, and thought to himself, peacock, is this the first test after I came here?

I'll get out of here without any problems, and no one can stop me.

Retracting the hand placed on the peacock arrowroot leaves, as soon as Feng Rong turned around, he heard a crisp knock on the door.

"Who?" Feng Rong asked.

"County Lord, it's me." Outside the door of the house, Mrs. Mei's voice was a little lacking, and Feng Rong couldn't help frowning when she listened to her voice.

Opening the door, Mrs. Mei was standing at the door pacing back and forth, and when she saw Feng Rong, she quickly stood firm.

"County Lord, the prince asked you to come over." Mrs. Mei kept clenching and relaxing her hands in her sleeves, and her eyes were a little surprised when she looked at Feng Rong, if the man in black that night was really saying that Feng Rong, then it would be not cost-effective to re-plan to give Feng Rong to the six princes to marry.

How could Feng Feng Rong know so much, she looked at Mrs. Mei vigilantly, while carefully analyzing what was going on in her mind, thinking about it, and finally she didn't think that there was anything about her that could make Mrs. Mei uneasy.

"I know, I thank Mrs. Mei for telling me." Feng Rong nodded with a gentle smile, then turned around and slammed the door shut.

"Hmph, nothing good." Feng Rong retracted the gentle smile just now and couldn't help but sneer.

Outside the door, Mrs. Mei, who was thrown out of the door, had an extra heart, someone only threatened her yesterday and said that someone in the Feng Mansion couldn't move, and today Feng Feng Rong dared to throw the door at her, it seems that the man in black said, nine times out of ten, it is Feng Rong, there is no mistake in his own analysis, and besides, Feng Feng Rong must know the existence of the man in black!

With this important information in mind, Mrs. May turned around and left the West Wing Courtyard and walked towards the East Attic in the distance.

……

In the mansion of the six princes in the capital, Qin Yan was lying lazily in the special rocking chair, and next to him, several sweet-looking maids were kneeling in line, holding a few cut fruits in their hands and holding them beside him.

In that scene, people couldn't think of the word merry at all, and they could only think of a loser.

"What kind of palace banquet, Rong'er, do you want to go?" Qin Yan casually picked up a piece of fruit and put it in his mouth to bite it, and said to the maid next to him in a vague voice.

"Your Majesty's palace banquet, how dare Rong'er think." When the maid heard this, she hurriedly lowered her head, afraid that she would be accidentally tricked into the pit by the unabashedly Sixth Highness in front of her and say something she shouldn't say.

"Cut... Your Highness, can I still trap you? Qin Yan pursed his lips and reached out and knocked on Rong'er's head.

Rong'er pulled the corners of her mouth and stopped answering, silence is the best way to treat this kind of person.

"Hmph." Qin Yan picked up another piece of fruit and bit it, but he didn't speak anymore.

The stove next to it kept burning with the royal charcoal, which made the whole room steaming, and while eating fruit, Qin Yan almost fell asleep comfortably.

The next day

Qin Yan lay in the rocking chair as usual, holding a book of poetry in his hand and looking at it carefully, and the maid Rong'er was guarding the door.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty announced that you will enter the palace for a banquet, and you will go immediately." Outside the door, several sudden knocks interrupted Qin Yan's enjoyment.

"Don't bother me!" Qin Yan sat up from the rocking chair angrily.

"This ...... Minister...... Minister....... The man outside the door was speechless.

"Alright, you can go back." Qin Yan pulled his face, and the unhappiness on his face was almost written on the door of his head.

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Feng Rong came to the East Loft for the second time, although he had been here in his memory, but it was the former Miss Feng Wang Mansion, but it was not her Feng Rong.

"Daddy, I don't know why I called my daughter over early in the morning?" Rong Rourou asked, pretending to be the gentle and lovely talented girl in the capital in her memory.

"Rong'er, Your Majesty summoned the ministers to the palace for a banquet, and you and I entered the palace to face the saint." With a smile on his face, he was very satisfied with the gesture of Feng Rong.

"Now?" Feng Rong's heart tightened.

"Well, we'll leave in half an hour." Winnery nodded.

"Yes, my daughter will go and prepare." Grace Rong Shi retired.

The fallen leaves outside the window have fallen, only a few dilapidated leaves are left hanging on the branches, Feng Feng Rong looked at the depressed winter scene in front of him, and then looked at the dilapidated muddy snow left behind by being stepped on, and sighed.

"The only chance, here."