"I don't know yet, I heard that the emperor thinks that the princess has reached the age of marriage, so he wants to choose a colt for the princess."

In the crowd, a third-grade senior official proudly revealed the news he had inadvertently known, but he didn't notice that on the seat of the royal disciple, a figure instantly stiffened.

Nangong Yao's hands holding the wine glass tightened unconsciously, and the luminous glass was even crushed by him at once.

As if they didn't feel the pain in their hands, their minds were full of what they had just said, colt?

I haven't seen her in two months, and it turns out that she has been picking a colt all along?

Fortunately, at this moment, they were discussing the true purpose of the banquet, and no one had a small episode, Nangong Yao frowned at the color of his blush, and casually tore the corners of his robe and bandaged it.

"The emperor has arrived, the queen has arrived!"

A shrill voice made the officials who were still talking about it instantly shut their mouths and paid homage one after another.

"See the emperor-!"

"See the Queen's Mother-!"

Nangong Qianqian didn't change her clothes, nor did she dress up, she was still dressed up today, her makeup was just pressed on the stool by the maid to dress up indiscriminately, and her eyes had already fallen on the person she hadn't seen for a few months.

He knelt in the crowd dressed in white, and despite the dense crowd of people below, she could clearly recognize him at a glance.

Why did he have a wound on his hand?

Who hurt him?

Nangong Qianqian's heart was full of the bandaged hand, although it was not abrupt that he had already hidden it, but Nangong Qianqian still saw it at a glance.

I was slightly worried and wanted to ask, but I didn't know how to open my mouth.

Sensing that there was a fiery gaze staring at him, Nangong Yao knew who it was, and his thin lips pursed slightly, but when he raised his head, the man's gaze turned elsewhere.

"The three princes of Dongying are here!"

"Biography!"

On the red carpet in the middle, it was spotless, and everyone was quietly waiting for the appearance of the three princes.

When the red figure slowly appeared, both of them felt very familiar, and they looked at each other, both of them had the same confusion in each other's eyes.

I saw that the other party was dressed in a bright red robe, with a faint smile in his narrow Danfeng eyes, and his black hair was casually draped on his shoulders and combed a simple boy's bun, which added a touch of mystery.

It's him!

Both of them had an answer in their hearts, and they were slightly shocked, this person was actually the third prince of Dongying?

Nangong Yao's eyes narrowed dangerously, but there was a faint trace of uneasiness in his heart.

The past, he remembers it vividly, and he must not do it again a second time, absolutely!

"Feng Chenyuan, the third prince of Dongying, see His Majesty, long live my emperor, long live long live."

Feng Yuan, to be precise, should be Feng Chenyuan - he did not kneel, but put his right hand on his chest, exercising Dongying etiquette.

"Good, good! It is rare for the three princes to come from afar to participate in the wedding of my nephew. Don't be so polite, let's take a seat. ”

Nangong Che's tone did not have the expectations at the beginning, such a feminine man, Qianqian would definitely not like it.

On top of that, he didn't like those eyes very much, and felt that there were too many things hidden and unpredictable.

It is difficult for Nangong Qianqian to coincide Feng Yuan with the figure in her memory, is the proud and arrogant man in her memory really the person in front of her?

Why does the same person give him completely different feelings?

What's wrong...... Nangong Yao didn't know what she was thinking, she just kept staring at the man, and her heart was full of anger.

Although she knew that Feng Chenyuan's appearance was rare and handsome, was she confused?