"This ......" Song Yun looked at King Sui holding the tea bowl in amazement, he didn't expect that someone would embarrass him on such an occasion.

"Your Highness said that there is any proof that you are allowed to lie?" Trying his best to suppress the panic in his heart, a faint smile appeared on Song Yun's face, "Allow the heart of the saint, the sky can be learned, and King Sui should not frame ......"

"My hands are shaking."

Lu Fufeng chuckled and glanced back at Song Yun, "Since this hall dares to say that Song Gongzi lied, there is naturally a reason. Dare to ask Song Gongzi, do you know what the saint likes? ”

"This ...... Divine will is not something that can be guessed......"

Song Yun's brows furrowed.

"Is it" Lu Fufeng paid attention to the number on the analyzer, and raised his eyes to glance at Cui Lin, who was sitting opposite him, "Cui Gongzi may answer what the main hall asked just now?" ”

"It's going to be holy. Lin treats the saint with a heart, but this heart is the heart of the loyal king......" Cui Lin glanced at Song Yun meaningfully, and said in a low voice, "As for the saint's preferences, Lin used to work with the saint when he was young, so he still has a little understanding of the saint's preferences......"

“……”

Lu Fufeng didn't think that Cui Lin didn't like the imperial sister, she remembered that day she saw the two of them go to Suiwang's Mansion together. How do you go down here?

Staring at the recommended 'Cui Lin' on the analyzer, Lu Fufeng sighed softly. She originally wanted to use this matter to find a good husband for the imperial sister, but who would have thought that she would become like this. She didn't understand why Song Yun's words were only 30% credible, obviously looking at the expressions of the people around her, what he said should be true.

"Imperial sister, let's stop asking this question...... cough cough cough ...... You and Cui Aiqing write the name of the intended son on rice paper and present it to the widow. ”

Lu Fusang coughed a few times, and his face became paler.

"Imperial Sister ......"

Hearing Lu Fusang coughing, Lu Fufeng frowned. She seemed to have a strange illness - she was inexplicably irritable when she heard Lu Fusang coughing.

"Holy ......"

Seeing that Lu Fusang covered his face and began to cough, Cui Lin also showed an anxious look on his face. And Song Yun ......

Lu Fufeng was shocked to find that Song Yun was actually laughing.

The lord of the country is seriously ill, and the courtiers will laugh, which is unreasonable.

Lu Fufeng wrote the word 'Cui Lin' on rice paper while picking up a pen, while recalling the few intersections between her and Song Yun. A man who will pretend to be sick, a man who will force his younger brother to marry him, and a man who ......

Lu Fufeng's analyzer suddenly popped up with the word 'wolf ambition'.

Marrying the royal sister is just a springboard for him? If the imperial sister is seriously ill and dying, then he can become the supervisor of Chen Guo as the imperial husband, and the royal family of Chen Guo only has her and the imperial sister, and he is friendly with the royal family of Yu State......

Lu Fufeng's hand trembled. Cui Lin and Song Yun are actually at a disadvantage compared to each other, according to the remarks of the two of them, making Song Yun the emperor's husband is what everyone wants, but she really can't have a sense of trust in Song Yun.

"Your Highness......"

Lu Fufeng was engrossed, but suddenly heard Cui Jing call her.

"It's time for the Autumn Harvest."

Staring into Lu Fufeng's eyes, Lu Fuyun slowly put the rice paper in his hand into the tribute plate in front of her, and she could see Fufeng's worry. She wanted to appease Fufeng, who was sitting beside her, but she couldn't think of how to do so.

Isn't she worried herself? Lu Fuyun smiled self-deprecatingly. She has been hiding in Chen Capital for so many years, and she doesn't know when Chen Guo has a character like Song Yun who has grasped the lifeblood of Yu State. If a character like Song Yun is bent on Chen Guo, it will be the blessing of Chen Guo, but she knows that Song Yun is hiding evil intentions. If Song Yun was dedicated to the country and Lu Fusang, he would not let the battle of Yunjiang flow into a river of blood.

"Thank you, Master Cui, for ......"

Lu Fufeng followed Cui Jing's movements, put the rice paper on the tribute plate in front of him, raised his eyes and glanced at Lu Fusang, but Lu Fusang didn't see it, just picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the rice paper and handed it to the autumn harvest.

"Once you remember who it is, just read it out...... Ahem"

Lu Fusang was served by Chunying and drank a few sips of hot tea.

"Yes, Holy."

Qiu Harvest respectfully took Lu Fusang's ink treasure, and then showed it.

"Back to the Holy Lord, according to the holy will and the meaning of His Royal Highness King Sui and Lord Cui, the candidate for the imperial husband is Song Gongzi ......"

……

Did Jing write Song Yun? Lu Fufeng glanced at Lu Fuyun puzzled, and Lu Fuyun also glanced back at Lu Fufeng in confusion.

The name she wrote down was Liu Xiaoyong!

Didn't Fufeng and Lu Fusang both choose Song Yun?

Lu Fuyun looked at Song Yun coldly with a look of destiny, got up and walked towards the outside of the hall. As soon as the results of the autumn harvest were announced, Lu Fusang took the reward and left in a hurry, she wanted to find Lu Fusang to ask for clarification.

Lu Fufeng saw that the imperial sister and Cui Jing had left the courtyard in a hurry, and then said goodbye to the three men in front of him one by one.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for breaking the siege today."

Liu Xiaoyong smiled and toasted Lu Fufeng with a glass of wine. Cui Lin also played a song to see him off, but Song Yun just looked at Lu Fufeng lightly, as if assessing her value.

Lu Fufeng chuckled and glanced back at Song Yun.

"Song Gongzi's illness seems to be getting better."

"yes...... Thank you, Your Highness, for your heart. It's a great honor. ”

Song Yun squinted his eyes and bowed to Lu Fufeng.

"Hehehe...... May Song Gongzi be in good health......"

Pursing his lips and smiling, Lu Fufeng turned around and quickly chased Cui Jing's figure out of the courtyard.

……

"Jing is written with the name of the Seven Princes."

Finding that Lu Fufeng was chasing after him from behind, Lu Fuyun's eyes slid through a few thoughts.

"Really? So why Song Yun? ”

Lu Fufeng didn't expect that as soon as she caught up with Cui Jing, Cui Jing said such things to her.

"This ...... It depends on the meaning of the saint. "If Lu Fusang is bent on making Song Yun the imperial husband, then whatever she and Fufeng have done will be in vain, but it will just go through the motions. Lu Fusang is not a stupid person, and Lu Fusang can naturally see the flaws that she and Fufeng can see. Song Yunyan's insincerity is already a certainty, so Lu Fusang will appoint Song Yun as the emperor's husband, which must not be as simple as Fang Cai said in the courtyard. The reason why she asked the three sons what benefits they could bring to Chen Guo was just a mouthful, and she couldn't do it.

Lu Fuyun looked at the palace not far away, grabbed Lu Fufeng's hand, and led her towards Lu Fusang's residence quickly.

Seeing that Cui Jing was so familiar with the layout of the palace, Lu Fufeng's eyes flashed with a bit of different color. Cui Jing is by no means just an ordinary woman from a family far away from Chen Du. In addition to this...... Lu Fufeng carefully collected Cui Jing's information.

In the palace, he dared to hold the hand of a princess as if no one was around...... That's a lot of guts. And there didn't seem to be half a bit of fear in her heart......

Lu Fufeng silently added a few points to Cui Jing in his heart, worthy of being a woman who dared to pursue King Sui!

"The Holy One dwells in the front temple."

Lu Fuyun pulled Lu Fufeng and walked in the palace, inexplicably remembering that when she was young, she also held Fufeng's hand like this, and went to the palace in front of her to receive the teachings of the mother emperor in the eyes of the palace people.

"That room seems huge."

The dense lines in the analyzer told Lu Fufeng that there were countless organs in the palace where Lu Fusang lived.

"yes. After all, it was where the emperor lived. ”

Lu Fuyun silently clenched Lu Fufeng's hand, "Someone is here." ”

"Who?"

Lu Fufeng glanced at Lu Fuyun in astonishment, she didn't believe that there were so many low-end life forms in this world that could evade the detection of her analyzer.

"Your Highness......"

Before Lu Fuyun could reply, he heard a female voice.

"Chunying?"

Looking at the person who appeared in front of him, Lu Fufeng's brows tightened. Chunying turned out to be a martial arts master!

"Your Highness, Chunying was ordered by the Holy Lord to invite His Highness to return home."

Chunying bowed slowly to Lu Fufeng, and secretly glanced at Lu Fuyun, her body trembling slightly.

"Then I will bother Aunt Chunying to go back and mention His Highness to greet the Holy Lord!"

As soon as Chunying's voice fell, Lu Fuyun immediately pulled Lu Fufeng and turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

And Chun Ying stared at the backs of the two, and after confirming that they had already walked towards the outside of the palace, she quickly turned around and walked in the other direction, and the saint also explained other things to her.

……

After pulling Lu Fufeng out of Chunying's sight, Lu Fuyun suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Fufeng was puzzled. Obviously, the way out of the palace is ahead.

"Let's go back in a different way."

It stands to reason that Lu Fusang will not casually let Fufeng return to Suiwang's Mansion unless...... Something happened in the palace! Lu Fuyun keenly noticed that something big seemed to be happening in the palace.

"Why bother......"

Knowing what Cui Jing meant, Lu Fufeng silently stretched out his finger on Cui Jing's forehead: "Okay, no one can see the two of us now." ”

"Uh, are you slowing down time again?"

Lu Fuyun doesn't like to watch Lu Fufeng do some strange immortal arts.

"No...... Just changes your appearance with the diffuse reflection of light. ”

"What's that?"

"You don't understand."

Lu Fufeng took Lu Fuyun past the guards guarding the door and pushed the door in.

"Is the imperial sister lying in the bead curtain?"

took Cui Jing into the palace gate, and Lu Fufeng found that the atmosphere in the hall was a little weird. Except for the winter treasure kneeling in front of the couch, the autumn harvest and the summer harvest, there seems to be no one else in the hall.

"Holy ...... Holy ......"

Lu Fufeng could faintly hear Dongzang's cry.

……

"What ...... to cry about"

Lu Fusang whispered to the woman kneeling beside his couch. She knew that Dongzang felt sorry for her, but her fate was predestined, so what could she do?

"Ahem, ahem...... Dongzang, if the widow can't survive the wedding, the safety of Fufeng will be handed over to you, you are the closest person to the widow...... The widow will remember to seal you a Wu Mu Hou ......"

"No...... No...... Why should the Holy One tease Dongzang, the Holy One will definitely get better...... Winter Tibet, winter storage only wishes to be loyal to the saint ......"

Lu Fusang's words of appeasement fell into Dongzang's ears, she didn't want to assist any Sui Wang, let alone ask for any title, she just wanted to be a good saint.

"Winter Storage!" Xia He saw that Dongzang was crying, and immediately shouted to stop Dongzang, "Don't be rash and delay the saint to say important things." ”

"yes." Qiu Shu got up and tucked the quilt for Lu Fusang, and knelt on the ground again, "Don't delay the saint to say important things." ”

"Ahem, ahem...... Yes! The widow still has important things to say......"

The matter between her and Song Yun has not yet been explained. But when the cold gaze swept over the people present one by one, Lu Fusang secretly felt that there was something more in the hall.

"Have the guards in the temple been withdrawn?"