After the chariot entered the palace gate, it didn't go far to the front of the Chen Palace.

"Your Highness." Seeing that the chariot stopped in front of her, Yueru hurriedly approached the chariot and waited for the person in the car to appear.

Lu Fusang found that the chariot had stopped, and his fingers trembled slightly. And Dongzang gave way to the side and made way for Lu Fufeng to get out of the car.

"Don't worry about it after the imperial sister returns to the palace."

After staring at Lu Fusang, who bowed his head for a moment, Lu Fufeng slowly got up and walked out of the car.

"Hmm." Hearing Lu Fufeng's advice, Lu Fusang smiled lightly, "Imperial sister, rest well, and come to see you after the widow has dealt with political affairs......

……

was greeted by Yueru in front of the door and got out of the car, and Lu Fufeng found that there was a palace man's umbrella on top of his head.

"Your Highness, come in! It's raining heavily! ”

"Hmm."

Yueru's voice was a little blurry through the rain curtain, Lu Fufeng looked back at the chariot parked in the rain, and turned around and walked towards Chen Palace. She seems to have completed the task of covering Lu Fusang's return to the palace.

Dong hid in the chariot to confirm that Lu Fufeng had entered the Chen Palace, and then ordered the coachman, "Go quickly!" ”

"Yes, Auntie."

……

The palace lights reflect the clouds, and the long sleeves follow the wind. The sound of the flute is in the ears, which can overwhelm the hustle and bustle of the palace banquet.

"Your Highness, go this way."

The palace people who came to Chen Palace to invite Lu Fufeng to the banquet bowed slightly to make way for Lu Fufeng, who was following him. The palace of the main banquet is Yuan Palace, and it is not for lowly palace people like her to set foot in, so she can only take King Sui to the gate of Yuan Palace.

"Hmm."

Looking at the palace gate guarded, Lu Fufeng smiled at the palace people who led the way, and turned his feet to walk towards the Yuan Palace. She has been in the Chen Palace for half a month, and although her daily expenses are more luxurious than when she was in the Suiwang Mansion, she is really boring. In addition to the imperial sister, she has not seen anyone who dares to talk to her for too many days. However, she didn't think that the imperial sister would send all the books in the palace to the Chen Palace on a regular basis, so that she could spend half a month in the Chen Palace. Thinking of the mountains of pages in the Chen Palace, Lu Fufeng squinted, she also had some rough understanding of the customs and customs of Chen Guo in the past half month - choosing a husband for her sister is the responsibility of her sister in Chen Guo, and it is also her sister's responsibility to choose a husband for her sister.

Therefore, it is incumbent upon her to choose a husband for Lu Fusang.

Lu Fufeng thought while sitting in the middle of the seat, but he didn't want to be stopped by Chunying halfway.

"Your Highness. You wait here for a moment, the Holy One is on his way to the banquet. Chunying looked at King Sui, who was preoccupied, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

"Is there only the main hall waiting for the imperial sister?"

Lu Fufeng thought about what Lu Fusang told her last night, she could choose a husband as she pleased, no matter who of those three was the imperial husband. But she didn't want to surprise this palace banquet.

Before Chunying could reply, a female voice interjected.

"And the minister."

"Huh?"

Lu Fufeng looked back and saw Cui Jing dressed in a gorgeous costume not far behind her.

"What, didn't Your Highness think that Jing Hui would come?"

Met Lu Fufeng's line of sight, Lu Fuyun smiled and took a few steps closer to Lu Fufeng.

“……”

I really didn't think about it. After all, this is the imperial sister's husband selection banquet. Cui Jing, she is just a courtier, how can she have the qualifications to come in?

Lu Fufeng looked at Cui Jing's eyes curiously, after not seeing him for a month, Cui Jing's eyes seemed to have something else.

"Don't look at the scenery anymore...... Hehehe. ”

Finding that Lu Fufeng was looking at himself, Lu Fuyun chuckled and took the initiative to get closer to Lu Fufeng, "If you look at it again, I'm afraid I'll ...... myself."

One month. She was entrusted by Lu Fusang to solve the trouble of the officials, and she has been separated from Fufeng for a month. I thought that a month was only 30 days, but I didn't want it to be 3 autumns in a day. Stretching out his hand to help Lu Fufeng's face, Lu Fuyun suppressed the joy in his heart and just looked at Lu Fufeng's eyes. For the first time, she understood what it meant to be a newlywed.

"Afraid of what?"

Lu Fufeng stared at the strong friendship in Cui Jing's eyes, and hooked her lips, she was sure that the woman in front of her liked her, not the king of Sui in the mouth of the imperial sister. But what about liking? Although she was not disgusted by Cui Jing's proximity, and occasionally rejoiced at some of Cui Jing's actions, she knew that she acquiesced to Cui Jing's existence, but she did not like her.

"I'm afraid of being embarrassed......"

Lu Fuyun put his arm around Lu Fufeng's waist and whispered in her ear.

"Hehehe...... Itchy ......"

The warmth in his ears made Lu Fufeng 'giggle' twice in Lu Fuyun's arms.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The sudden coughing sound in the ears made the two people who were together stand up straight in unison.

"Sister Huang."

"Holy ......"

"Since they're all here, let's go in."

Lu Fusang, who was dressed in a white robe, looked a little weak in the cold wind in winter. The pale complexion conveyed to the people around her that she was not in good shape. And Dongzang, who supported Lu Fusang, maintained the same expression as Lu Fusang.

But that smile inexplicably sent chills down the spine.

"Sister Xie Huang......"

"Thank you for the ......"

After receiving Lu Fufeng's worried gaze, Lu Fusang's eyes flashed a little warm, glanced at Lu Fuyun faintly, and said to Dongzang: "Let's go." ”

"Yes, Holy."

Following behind Lu Fusang, Lu Fufeng saw the three men sitting in a row in the middle of the seat, and the corners of his lips slightly hooked. She originally thought that the banquet for choosing a husband should be Yingying Yanyan, red and verdant, but she didn't want it to be three men in white kneeling in the banquet with their hair draped.

The three men, one looked indifferent, looked like he didn't care about himself, one smiled between his lips, and looked like he was winning, and the other one was gently plucking the piano in front of him, resigned to fate.

It's funny.

Lu Fuyun entered the hospital, and also looked at Lu Fusang's three famous imperial husbands. Although she didn't pay much attention to Lu Fusang's harem, she also knew that none of her alternative imperial husbands had a fuel-efficient lamp.

Although Liu Xiaoyong is a hostage sent by Yu Guo and a pawn of Yu Guo, he has never been consciously sent under the fence, as far as she knows, Chen Du has the power established by the man. And Cui Lin, her brother with a body, is good at dancing with long sleeves, has quite an opinion on the court situation, and seems to be Lu Fusang's think tank. As for the rest of the ......

Lu Fuyun's brows frowned, she actually didn't understand that Lu Fusang couldn't tolerate Fufeng, but he could tolerate the rest of the one. She originally thought that after Lu Fusang ascended the throne, the first thing to deal with should be the Song family. The Song family has long been a stubborn disease of Chen Guo. If the Song family is not removed, the situation will be difficult to peace. But Lu Fusang has the intention of raising tigers, not only favoring the Song family, but also trusting the Song family. Not only does even the personal maid like to use winter storage, but he also hinted to the courtiers that Song Yun will be the imperial husband.

Song Yun, Song Yun......

Lu Fuyun glanced at the man drinking tea in the courtyard, and the man drinking tea happened to look at Lu Fuyun when Lu Fuyun looked at him.

That indifferent look made Lu Fuyun a little surprised.

Song Yun shouldn't have such eyes.

Song Yun should be a scheming man.

It has always been rumored in the capital that although Song Gongzi has palpitations, he has a heart for the common people and is a great good person. Not only did he often give porridge and medicine to Chen Du's down-and-out children, but he even begged Bai Zhu Bai for free medical treatment from time to time...... A few thoughts flashed in Lu Fuyun's heart - it seems that tonight's imperial husband can only choose Cui Lin.

……

With the guidance of the palace people to take a seat, Lu Fufeng looked at Cui Lin, who was sitting opposite him, with a smile in his eyes.

And Lu Fuyun, who was sitting beside her, was facing Liu Xiaoyong, who looked disdainful.

Oh, since she doesn't want to give her a good face, why should she give him a good face, she has never been the master of mercy and jade. Lu Fuyun sneered and returned Liu Xiaoyong's disdainful look.

Lu Fusang, who was sitting behind the two, glanced at Song Yun, who was sitting opposite her, kept a smile on his face, and nodded at the autumn harvest.

"Yes, Holy." Receiving Lu Fusang's order, Qiu Harvest stood between the royal man and the candidate royal husband with a smile, and slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand, "This time to choose a husband, His Royal Highness King Sui and Lord Cui can use their own favorite methods to inspect the three royal husbands sitting opposite each other, and the order is Lord Cui first and then His Royal Highness King Sui. After the inspection, the names of the two candidates were written on the rice paper on the case. The Holy Lord will choose from two chosen people to draw lots for the royal husband......"

"Lots?"

A sharp gaze struck Lu Fusang's eyes.

"Yes...... Does the Seven Princes have any objections? Lu Fusang glanced back at Liu Xiaoyong with a polite smile, she knew that the seventh prince of Yu State was naturally unwilling to join Chen State, and she naturally would not give Yu Guo a chance to cholera her Lu family bloodline. The reason why she wanted to catch lots was to prevent him from being coerced by Yu Guo, saying that she Chen Guo deceived him as a prince. Who the royal husband is, if he catches the lot, it will be all days, and it has nothing to do with personnel.

"None...... I just think that Chen Guozhu is too child's play......" Liu Xiaoyong sneered and swept Cui Jing and Lu Fufeng's eyes. He remembered that King Sui didn't fall in love with Lord Chen? How could he be involved in helping Chen Guozhu choose a husband?

"The saint has always been sage, don't talk nonsense about the seven princes......" Realizing that Liu Xiaoyong was provoking, Cui Lin immediately glanced at Liu Xiaoyong, righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Really?" Liu Xiaoyong glanced at Lu Fusang more, and felt more and more ridiculous, such a sick appearance actually had to choose a husband......

"Since I participated in the husband selection banquet today, the Seven Princes don't have to say more." Qiu Harvest stepped in front of Liu Xiaoyong, bowed slightly, and then turned around and rushed to Lu Fufeng and Lu Fuyun, "The good time has come, let's start." ”

"Thank you, Aunt Autumn Harvest." Lu Fuyun raised her eyebrows and took the wine glass that Chunying handed to her, swept the three men in front of her with a smile and said loudly, "Weichen's investigation of the three is extremely simple, only everyone ......."

Lu Fuyun could lengthen her tone until she exchanged a look with Lu Fusang, and then suddenly her face turned cold: "Just tell you that if the Holy Lord appoints Your Excellency as the imperial husband, what can Your Excellency bring to repay the Holy Lord's kindness!" ”