In October of the year 320 of the calendar, the first snow of winter fell in the southern country of Zhou. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Rong stood by the window and looked out of the window as usual, and the snowflakes filled the sky and earth like goose feathers, and he looked at a snow-white and snow-covered blanket.

"Miss, Mr. Su asked me to give you this letter." Bishui took out a letter from his arms, and a thin gold wire was glued to the opening of the envelope, sealing the entire envelope, Feng Rong opened the envelope, looked at the contents of the letter, and then turned around and burned the letter.

It's too rushed, time is really too rushed.

Feng Feng Rong couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the situation here was too tense, and there was too little time left for her to think, every time she thought about it, she would feel that she had come at the wrong time.

"Ugh." I don't know how many times I sighed, but Feng Rong sat by the window with his chin propped up, looking listless and unable to turn his brain.

"Miss, there is a folk saying that when the first snow falls every year, if you pray to the gods in the sky, you will have good luck in the coming year." Bishui was afraid of being bored on the side, and tried to relieve the boredom.

"Luck is man-made, and no matter how good you are, you won't last long." Feng Rong changed his hand to support his chin, and he didn't think of any plan that could be completely sure of his mind for a while, and even the voice of the answer was listless.

"Miss..."Bi Shui was helpless.

"Is there any other news from Changxin?" Shi Rong asked casually.

"Not yet, miss, are you sure?" Bishui asked.

"I'm not sure." Feng Rong replied crisply.

Bi Shui suddenly became nervous, and quickly asked, "Miss, you can't take any risks." ”

"Don't worry, I'm trapped in the house now and I can't do anything, I can only take one step at a time." Feng Rong put down his hand, and looked out the window with his eyes darkened.

Bi Shui's eyes also followed the growing snowflakes outside the window, and there was a sadness between his eyebrows.

The next day, the snow stopped.

"Rong'er." Feng Xuan came to the West Wing Courtyard for the first time, followed by a woman wrapped in a fox fur, Feng Feng Rong unexpectedly glanced at the woman who followed Feng Xuan, the woman was wearing a slightly graceful fox fur, her palm-sized face was wrapped in furry clothes, and her every move was extremely polite.

"This woman..."Feng Rong welcomed the two into the front hall of the West Wing Courtyard, and Bi Shui hurriedly served tea.

"Why is Daddy here, it's good to let my daughter go over if there is something." Feng Rong asked with a smile, looking at the two of them with inquiring eyes.

"This is Mrs. May, who is responsible for taking care of your daily life." Feng Xuan first introduced the identity of the woman, causing Feng Rong to frown secretly.

"Qingrong has seen Mrs. May." Feng Rong didn't think much about it, and first saluted Mrs. Mei, so as not to leave a rude impression, and now I don't know if Mrs. Mei will be of any use in the future, and it is always right to leave a good impression.

"Lord Roewe." Mrs. May bowed and returned the salute.

"Haha, Rong'er, you have been used to following me since you were a child, and some places should still be changed, just let Mrs. Mei teach you some court etiquette, so as not to lose your manners when you enter the palace in the future." Feng Xuan smiled, looking at his daughter's attitude very satisfied.

"The prince is really worried, no one knows the name of the county lord in the capital, and there will be no rudeness to enter the palace in the future." Madame May half-covered her lips with one hand and an unpredictable smile on her face.

"Rong'er, you will follow Mrs. Mei these days, I still have some things to deal with, and I will come to see you in a while." Feng Xuan patted the back of Feng Rong's hand, and turned around and left without saying anything.

Feng Rong looked at the back of the wind selection that was gradually disappearing, and sneered in his heart.

What kind of care for daily life, such a bad excuse is embarrassed to say, isn't it just to find someone to monitor you closely to prevent yourself from escaping marriage.

Although Feng Rong is disgusted in his heart, he still has to do the face work on his face, not to mention that he is not the same Feng Rong as before at all, in case there is something that makes people suspicious, then the road after will be really difficult.

"Mrs. Mei, since my father asked me to follow Mrs., then Qingrong is naturally willing, as for learning etiquette, I will trouble Mrs. in the future" Feng Fengrong thought about it, anyway, his father's purpose was just to let Mrs. Mei monitor his actions, as long as he could see himself, it is estimated that Mrs. Mei did not care about whether she was doing well or not.

"It's really polite for the county lord to say this, the name of the county lord is known to everyone in the capital, and there must be no gaps in etiquette." Mrs. May's face did not change, and she gladly accepted Feng Rong's request.

As long as there is a reason to stay in the West Wing Courtyard, and watch Feng Rong not let her escape, even if it drags on for a year and a half, Mrs. Mei doesn't care.

"I thank Mrs. May." Feng Feng Rong smiled slightly, and then asked the girl waiting outside to lead Mrs. Mei to the arranged accommodation, and she took Bishui back to her room.

"Bi Shui, go tell Changxin, just say that I will go to see him tonight." Feng Rong whispered to Bishui as he walked inside.

"Miss, it will be dangerous for you to go to see Su Gongzi now." Bi Shui shook his head, not agreeing with Feng Rong's approach.

"There's no time, since Daddy has sent someone to monitor me, I'm afraid he will advance the whole plan, and we won't be able to escape if we want to." Feng Rong's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and he quickly calculated in his heart.

"Yes, miss." Bi Shui pursed his lips, looking at the back of Feng Rong, faintly worried.

……

In the east attic, Feng Xuan sat at the table in the study, quietly looking at Mrs. Mei in front of him.

"Remember your mission, take care of her for me, and if anything goes wrong, I will kill you." Feng Xuan said coldly, looking at Mrs. Mei's gaze hiding the knife.

"Yes, lord." Mrs. May stood aside and did not dare to move in the slightest, and a cold sweat broke out on her back.

"Is there anything going on in the womb?" Retracting his gaze, Feng Xuan asked casually, picked up the secret letter on the table and looked at it, it was written clearly from what kind of meal the emperor ate to when Prime Minister Lin Fu entered the palace, but there was no detailed information about the prince.

Mrs. Mei opened her mouth, but the words in her mouth didn't come out in the end, Feng Xuan frowned, put down the secret letter in his hand, and asked, "What happened?" ”

"Back to the prince, the prince has often been in and out of His Majesty's bedroom in recent days, and there are many people in the palace who have been replaced by the prince." Mrs. May whispered back.

"Oh?" Feng Xuan snorted coldly, it seems that the prince can't wait.

"Explain everything else."

"Lord, Your Majesty seems to be in a lot of interest recently, because the first snow this year fell much earlier than in previous years, and Your Majesty seems to want to hold a palace banquet in the palace to pray for good weather in the coming year." Mrs. May said carefully.

"Palace banquet? Hmph, at this time, His Majesty the Emperor still has the heart to hold a banquet? Feng Xuan couldn't help laughing, the emperor knew that he was a puppet, but he was at ease, and he was interested in holding a banquet for good luck.

"Since he wants to, let him do it, there's no need to stop him, remember to let people keep an eye on Lin Fu and the crown prince for me." Winnowing.

"Yes, lord." Mrs. May retired and left the East Loft.