Time passed day by day, and there were two days left before the wedding of Princess Feng Wanwan of Changle and Nangong Liuyun, the prince of Nanchuan. Feng Wanwan waited left and right in the palace, and she didn't see Feng Zihuan. I'm going to get married soon, so Sister Zihuan is reluctant to come and see me? Feng Wanwan couldn't wait, and flew out of the palace with the white fox in her arms.

Coming to Kewang's Mansion, Feng Wanwan looked at the Kewang's Mansion from afar, which was full of flowers, very lively, many sedan chairs and horses stopped outside the palace gate, and some men entered Kewang's Mansion in groups. After a long time, some men came out, some angry, some crying. In addition to these men, there was also a circle of people outside the gate to watch the lively crowd.

"This sister, what is this doing?" Feng Wanwan grabbed a woman in the crowd of onlookers and asked.

"Don't you know? Come from out of town. This Kewang Mansion is openly recruiting county horses. It's been a few days, and no matter what your background, age, or appearance, as long as you've never been married, you can participate. The woman who was pulled by Feng Wanwan looked Feng Wanwan up and down, her clothes were so plain, she thought it should be a student from other places who came to the capital to study.

"What? Recruiting county horses openly? Did I hear it wrong or did you say it wrong? When Feng Wanwan heard such an unbelievable thing, she was a little suspicious of her ears.

"You heard me right, and I didn't say it wrong. It's been several days, and every day before dawn there is already a sedan chair waiting outside the door. Not only high-ranking officials and nobles, but also many civilians with sons in their families also brought over. No, you see, the last one to come out is the son of the family that sells tofu in the north of the city, and the one who just walked in and wore straw sandals, and the family is the one who sells straw shoes in the west of the city. ”

The woman talked to Feng Wanwan about the men in the crowd, Feng Wanwan looked in the direction she pointed, and almost threw up the overnight meal. The tofu seller is dressed in colorful clothes, and his face is pitted like the tofu dregs. And the straw sandals, in rags, with withered grass in their hair, and snot hanging on their faces, all falling into their mouths. Such a person also went in to run for election, when did Sister Zihuan have such a heavy taste.

"Thank you for this sister, I still have something to do, go first."

At this moment, Feng Wanwan saw an acquaintance in the crowd who had just entered the gate of the palace, the one who was ridiculed and ran off the stage at the Oiran Contest before, it seemed that he was drunk in the Red Mansion, Gongzi Qianwu. The appearance of a frightened little rabbit with red eyes left some images for Feng Wanwan, and I didn't expect that even the boy of Qinglou came. Feng Wanwan felt that she needed to go in and find out what tricks Sister Zihuan was trying to play.

Feng Wanwan flew up to the roof from the side alley, lying on the roof and watching everything that happened in the front yard of the palace.

The group of people who had just walked in were standing in the courtyard, Feng Zihuan was sitting under the porch of the hall in front of him, changing his usual elegant dress, the gilded hairpin's flower seat was embellished with blood coral, reflecting her gorgeous and delicate face, and the hollowed out golden butterflies on both sides were connected to the flowing ears made of various colors of jade, and the spikes were shoulder-length. The flaming red peony intarsia pinched waist brocade dress outlines the curves of her figure. On each side of the seat are eight red boxes, covered with red cloth, with the golden character embedded in the center.

"Hey, stupid woman, is this really your self-congratulating sister?" The sound of the jade fox's squeaking appeared in Feng Wanwan's mind.

"It should be ... It's right" Such a bright and fiery Feng Zihuan, Feng Wanwan is also the first time to see it. In the past, the images were all decent and elegant self-accuring sisters, which suddenly made Feng Wanwan feel a little strange.

"On the roof, aren't you going to come down?" A red sleeve veil struck, and Feng Zihuan's voice came with the sleeve veil.

"It's been discovered, it should be your stupid fox squeaking and exposing it" Feng Wanwan picked up the back of the jade fox's neck, dragged the sleeve veil with one hand, and flew to the courtyard with his strength.

"Wanwan, how did you learn to climb the roof? This is not a good habit," Feng Zihuan withdrew the veil in his sleeve and laughed softly.

"Sister Zihuan, your door is so lively, how can I get in without climbing the roof, hehe" Feng Wanwan came to Feng Zihuan with the jade fox in her arms.

"Since you're here, let's choose together. The unmarried men in the capital are basically here, if there is a fancy to it, tell my sister. Feng Zihuan raised his hand and asked the attendant next to him to bring a chair to Feng Wanwan, and invited Feng Wanwan to sit down and participate together.

"Sister Zihuan, which one are you playing? Wanwan couldn't see it. As soon as Feng Wanwan sat down, a waiter beside her brought a cup of tea.

"Choose a husband, just allow you to get married, I can't choose a husband? Wanwan, don't forget that I'm older than you. Feng Zihuan sat on the chair and looked at the men standing in front of him. That look seems to be really a serious selection, but it makes Feng Wanwan feel a little unreal strangeness, which is a bit unlike the Zihuan sister she knows.

"Sister Zihuan, aren't you really joking?" Feng Wanwan is still verifying at the end, wanting to confirm that this is not Sister Zihuan's original intention.

"You see I'm all ready for this dowry, is it a joke? Wanwan, come and see, which one is good. ”

Feng Zihuan glanced at the mahogany box on his side, this dowry had been prepared a long time ago, but it couldn't be given to the person he wanted to give. Anyway, he wants me to find a lover as soon as possible, and I will choose a husband in the whole city. It's been a few days since the news of his husband selection spread, and even people from the suburbs outside the city came, but he never appeared. If you want to come, you won't come.

"Sister Zihuan, you 。。。。。。"

"Hey, the one over there, yes, yes, it's you, I seem to have seen you somewhere. What's your name, where are you? ”

Feng Wanwan wanted to say something, but as soon as the words came out, she was interrupted by Feng Zihuan, pointing to a man in the second row of the crowd and asking him to stand in front of him. Such a coincidence, it was the son Qianwu that Feng Wanwan saw outside the door just now.

"The slave's name is called Qianwu, yes... It's drunk with the Red Mansion. The man walked out, still like a rabbit, and timidly knelt on the ground with his head bowed.

"I do feel like you're familiar, come, look up. Wanwan, have we seen him? Feng Zihuan couldn't remember the person in front of him, but he just felt a little familiar.

"Sister Zihuan, have you forgotten? He went to the Oiran Contest. Although Feng Wanwan hasn't watched the Oiran Contest completely, she still has a bit of an image of this timid crybaby who always likes to keep her head down.

"Oh? Is there him in the Oiran Contest? How I don't remember. This voice, this appearance is not bad, Wanwan, since you remember him, why don't you give it to you by my sister? ”

"Sister Zihuan, don't make trouble." This little rabbit is a bit of an image, but it doesn't mean that she has a good feeling, Sister Zihuan's messy posture of the mandarin duck spectrum makes Feng Wanwan a little confused.

"Don't? Forget it, step aside. Feng Zihuan waved his hand to let Qianwu retreat.

"No, slaves don't go. County master, slave begs, you can be gracious and leave the slave。。。。。 Daddy said that tonight let the slave list to pick up the guest, the slave don't go back. Qianwu didn't get up, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, crying and saying that he didn't want to go back.

"You are drunk in the Red Mansion, isn't it normal for the people in the Qinglou to list up to pick up customers? Stop making trouble in the palace and retreat quickly. ”

Feng Zihuan suddenly slapped the table, startling everyone present. Feng Wanwan couldn't understand why Sister Zihuan, who was so kind-hearted before, could say such cold and ruthless words. Is it just because Qianwu is from the drunken Red Mansion on Red Street?

"No... The slave doesn't go back... The slave is still an innocent person... Slaves don't pick up customers... ”

Qianwu, whose eyes were red from crying, knocked his head even more, and after a while, his forehead was already bruised, and some blood was oozing out, and he looked very pitiful, and some kind-hearted men in the crowd turned their heads and secretly wiped their tears, and couldn't bear to look at it.

"The famous Drunken Red Mansion, no one in the capital knows, where are there any innocent people. If you want to say that you are Mo Wei Ge, the county lord will still believe you. Come on, drag them out. ”

"No... The slave doesn't go back... The slave is really innocent... Princess... Save the slaves... Slaves can prove... ”

Feng Zihuan greeted the palace attendant with some impatience and asked Qianwu to drag him out. The two waiters stepped forward at the order, grabbed Qianwu's hands and walked outside the palace gate, Qianwu struggled while shouting with a crying voice.

"Stop, let him finish." Feng Wanwan couldn't stand it anymore, and said something to stop the little waiter from stopping.

"Since Wanwan is pleading, then you say... How do you prove your innocence? Feng Zihuan waved his hand, letting the little attendants let go, and gave Qianwu a chance to defend himself.

"Slave... Qianwu was asked how to prove it, and lowered her head with a flushed face.

"Don't say yes, do you? Come on, drag them out. "I don't know if I cherish the opportunity, what's the use of keeping him, Feng Zihuan's patience is running out little by little.

"Don't... Slave proof... Prove.... ”

Qian Wu was afraid that she would really be thrown out of the house by Feng Zihuan, so she ripped off her clothes in a panic, and on her jade white chest, a red heart-shaped red dot appeared in front of everyone. The men present knew that this smear was proof of the man's innocence. Once broken, this mark will cease to exist, which is a mark that men have worn since birth. Qianwu appeared in front of him naked, his shirt tightly pinched with both hands, and a little red dripped from his fingers.

Feng Wanwan didn't expect this little white rabbit to have such a decisive side, in this era, if a man exposed his body in front of people, he would be branded as unchaste. Qianwu actually has the courage to prove her innocence in front of others, how much courage should she have. This courage made Feng Wanwan have a little appreciation for Qianwu.

"Hahaha。。。。。 Slave, although he is a person who is drunk in the Red Mansion, but the slave is not a lowly person. Today, slaves, there is no need to live ... ”

The sudden laughter brought the astonished crowd back to their senses, and the laughter was so disappointed, so desolate. Qianwu suddenly got up and crashed headlong into the rockery in the yard. His head was red, and he fell limply to the ground.

Feng Wanwan rushed to Qianwu, took off her robe to cover Qianwu's exposed chest, reached out and touched her pulse, and there was a slight beat. Save him, this is the only thought that appeared in Feng Wanwan's heart. Pour out all the bottles and cans in the sleeves, stop the bleeding, where? Obviously it was prepared, Feng Wanwan found several bottles, but none of them were needed now.

"No need... No need to save slaves... Girl's great grace. Slave... Afterlife.... ”

A pair of bloodstained hands grabbed Feng Wanwan, and a few words floated out of Qianwu's mouth. Before he finished speaking, his hand had fallen softly. Feng Wanwan weakly hugged the gradually cold body in her arms, obviously it could be saved, it was obviously possible。。。。。

"Wanwan, I...

"Sister Zihuan, you are so disappointed to me today. My self-delighted sister, it's not like that. ”

Feng Wanwan picked up the young man in her arms and left the palace without looking back. Feng Zihuan behind him, squatting down helplessly and hugging himself, how could this be, how could this be, he just wanted to wait for him to come, he just wanted to wait for him to come. The city is full of turmoil, but also to let him know and let him stop himself. She didn't mean it, she really didn't mean it...

Feng Wanwan hugged the already cold Qianwu, flew out of the capital all the way, and found a mountain with good scenery to bury her. Little White Rabbit, remember what you said, in the next life, remember to return me...