Feng Mingyu! What is Feng Mingyu?

There is a custom handed down from various dynasties and generations that Feng Mingyu should be passed on to virtuous women in the royal family.

However, from generation to generation, the word "virtuous" has been completely ignored by the imperial power, so it has now become a tacit word to everyone and passed on to the "wife of the heir of the imperial family".

As for why the current emperor suddenly handed over Feng Mingyu to Song Zhancheng? The devil knows!

Interestingly, who did the emperor let give to Song Zhancheng? I have to let the prince hand it over to Song Zhancheng himself! What does that mean? What's the purpose?

"You say, is my father warning me something? Or just want to win over Song Zhancheng's heart so that he can pay attention to the war? ”

Song Jinghe muttered to himself, Long Wei didn't know whether the master was talking to himself or asking him, so he simply remained silent.

As soon as the prince of Jin heard that the prince was going to drink with him by himself, he was immediately unhappy. I thought that he would leave under an excuse, and the prince would be able to turn around and leave by himself, but now he is still asking for wine, isn't this a waste of the wine in his house!

"Lord?" Foshan shouted in embarrassment, are they going to prepare or not?

"Go, why not?"

Foshan received the order and told people to prepare quickly. Song Zhancheng was curious about what his imperial brother wanted to do, so he came to Merlin in advance. I don't want the prince to show an impatient look.

"The imperial brother is about to go on the expedition, so he is so busy that he doesn't even have time to see me, the imperial brother?" As soon as this man opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, he turned his head and saw more than a dozen subordinates holding good wine and good food.

Song Zhancheng chuckled, "Brother Huang, don't worry, since it's for this king, it's better to show some sincerity." ”

Saying that, without looking at Song Jinghe's face, Song Zhancheng took care of himself and poured the wine jar, and put down the empty wine jar with a majestic attitude, "This king punishes himself with an altar, and please don't blame the imperial brother." ”

The prince's face has become the color of pig liver, not to mention whether Song Zhancheng's move is provocative, just talk about the amount of alcohol, which is already higher and lower at this time.

Foshan lowered his head in the back, the corners of his mouth grinned behind his ears, thinking that this prince was really incompetent, and he didn't want to think about who his family master was, and he was so arrogant that he came to compare the amount of wine.

I can't kill you when you drink it!

The prince's strength slapped him in the face, and the prince had to laugh dryly, drink slowly with a small jade cup, and claim that he was the prince, and his behavior was not suitable for Meng Lang, so he just tasted wine.

As soon as Song Zhancheng made a move, he was crushed by his strength, the prince couldn't lift his head when he was pressed, his face was black and cold the whole time, Long Wei inadvertently took a step back and stayed away from his master.

I thought to myself, there will be a commotion when I go back today, and the prince is holding this breath at this time, and it is impossible not to let out the fire.

The two highest-ranking people in the audience sat at both ends of the stone table, one eating slowly, enjoying the scenery, and his gestures were full of noble atmosphere.

As for the crown prince, it was not good, he originally planned to extinguish Song Zhancheng's prestige, but now he is suppressed and can't raise his head, so he can only drink hard.

Song Zhancheng sat for a while, but he was really not interested in continuing to accompany him, so he made an excuse to escape.

As soon as he left, Song Jinghe immediately overturned the stone table, the fragments and food scraps on the ground, and the waiting subordinates knelt on the ground, not knowing where to provoke this ancestor.

"Your Highness, you're drunk!"

The dignified prince is drunk in the palace and smashes things, what will happen if the emperor knows about it? Long Wei waved away the maid, twisted his brows to support the prince who was staggering and unstable, and said in a deep voice: "Someone, escort His Highness back to the palace." ”

"Get out of here!"

"Hongu is not drunk, keep drinking!" And when he had finished speaking, he fell to the ground and could not stand up. There was no way, Long Wei saw this, so he had to sober up the prince first, otherwise how would he return to the emperor when he looked like this.

Thinking of the emperor, Long Wei's eyebrows furrowed even harder, the prince has not handed over Feng Mingyu to the prince, that is His Majesty's will......

The prince was drunk, and the maids of the palace were busy serving, because there was no one to talk to, and the scene was really chaotic. At the same time, on the other side of Merlin, he hurriedly ran away.

"Master, the prince is drunk with the prince, quick! Take care of it! lest the princess take the lead. ”

Luo Jiu was still dressed in red, and it seemed that no one in the palace cared about her reckless move, and no one dared to make irresponsible remarks.

Looking at the makeup, you can know that she is carefully dressed up today, just to seize the opportunity to capture the heart of the prince. Luo Jiu was very satisfied with himself, and walked quickly towards Merlin with a dream, wanting to create a chance encounter.

"Master, it's right in front of here, the prince should have left by now."

The two stood still, Luo Jiu pinched his palms slightly, stabilized his mind, and gently touched his face, and then smiled, this smile can really be described as a thousand postures, and she is very confident in her appearance.

With a very appropriate smile, Luo Jiuchao said softly: "You wait here, I'll just go alone." ”

If it weren't for seeing the master's face change with his own eyes, he would have cried excitedly like a dream, and her master looked at her so gently for the first time.

A gust of wind set off a rain of plum blossoms, and among the snow-white petals flying in the sky, Luo Jiu's body was fiery red. Bright appearance, fiery red clothes, slender figure~ The fairy aura that came out of the air almost made the prince breathless.

In the confusion in front of him, is he too drunk? No, no, no, he didn't believe that such a beautiful woman would only be seen in a dream.

Song Jinghe stretched out his hand and fumbled, and finally grabbed Long Wei's outstretched arm, and ordered inarticulately: "Go quickly!" Go and call that beauty over, this palace wants her to chat with me! ”

Long Wei, who had already noticed Luo Jiu: ...... Can he give you a reminder? That's the woman of Prince Jin, Your Royal Highness the Prince, don't forget, you are still in the snake cave at this time, and you can't take care of yourself!

"No, you'll scare the beauty, I'll go there in person. Hurry up, what are you doing in a daze? Why don't you clean up this place for the main palace? ”

Long Wei was scolded by him, and finally came back to his senses. Song Jinghyuk was about to walk over, but found that the "fairy" was looking at him suspiciously, and there was a trace of anger? Why is that?

Without waiting for himself to go up and ask why, he saw the "fairy" waving his sleeves fiercely, leaving angrily, and disappeared in front of Song Jinghyuk's eyes in a few clicks.

After coming back to his senses for a long time, Song Jinghe shouted sharply to Long Wei on the side: "Go!" Find out who that man is! This palace wants to marry her as a side concubine! ”

What the?!

Long Wei was frightened by this "bold statement", so he had no choice but to explain, and Song Jinghe was silent after hearing it.

Just when Long Wei thought that he would throw off his sleeves and leave the palace, he suddenly saw His Royal Highness the Crown Prince move, and then looked at Luo Jiu's distant back stupidly, and he was about to fall to the ground!

shouted a few times, but didn't answer him. Long Wei couldn't help but hold his forehead, why can't this prince change his lustful problem? Don't you know "a knife on the head of the color word"?