The Hall of Worship

From a distance, I saw Lan Qing wearing a tight-fitting robe with dark embroidered clouds, and came to the dormitory with wind under his feet, and said to Feng Zerui: "Your Highness, those Tsing Yi assassins have poison in their mouths and have hanged themselves, and I don't know who sent them." Both have an identical inky tattoo on both shoulders - the Arctic wolf. ”

The Arctic wolf can endure long winters, endless darkness, and inhabit some of the most inhospitable terrains in the world: deserts, ice valleys, hills. And to whom do these people who use it as tattoos belong to, and where do they come from?

Feng Zerui frowned slightly, pondered and meditated, and felt that things had become complicated and tricky.

After a while, he pointed to Gu Congrong and said: "Those people in Tsing Yi are all extraordinary, and I am not an opponent, but they don't seem to want to take my life, and there is room for tricks, so it can be seen that they have other plans." ”

Feng Zerui didn't look back, kept his back to Lan Qing, and reached out to gently cover the quilt for Zhaoran Geri.

"Then what should Your Highness do next?"

"Wait, the enemy will not move, I will not move, but I will see what they want." Feng Zerui faintly felt that this ink-tattooed arctic wolf was definitely not good, and he was planning something earth-shattering, but after thinking about it, he really couldn't figure it out.

Then he turned to Lan Qing and said, "You go down first, continue to investigate secretly, and remember not to startle the snake." ”

"Yes, the subordinates retired." After speaking, Lan Qing withdrew from the dormitory, flew over the city wall, and disappeared under the blue sky and white clouds.

Because of the knife wound on her back, Zhao Ran had to lie on the bed, the doctor gave her medicine, she didn't feel much pain anymore, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Zerui staring at herself with a worried face, her beautiful eyes were crystal clear, reflecting Zhaoran's charming face.

"Are you awake? It's been a day, but you're hungry? As he spoke, Feng Zerui leaned over to help her up, snuggled on his shoulder, and then took the peach blossom porridge on the table.

Obviously embarrassed, the little face turned red, and moved back, wanting to separate the ambiguous air around him, but he didn't want to pull the back wound, and grinned in pain.

Feng Zerui took out a free hand and gently pressed her shoulder, and said softly: "Don't move, although your wound is not serious, it has not healed yet, what can you do if you move again and bleed?" Then he scooped a spoonful of peach blossom porridge, blew it gently, and brought it to Zhaoran's mouth.

Zhao Ran didn't open his mouth, but lowered his head and took the jade bowl full of small porridge, and said, "Don't bother the son, let's do it myself." ”

Feng Zerui didn't force it, put the jade bowl lightly in the palm of her hand, took the small porridge Zhaoran, and took a bite of the lower abdomen, and suddenly the peach blossoms were full of fragrance, and the warmth was in her heart and spleen.

In the interval between drinking porridge, Zhaoran looked around, only to see the splendid land arranged in the room, magnificent, and asked without curiosity: "May I ask Childe, where is this?" ”

Before Feng Zerui could answer, he saw a very clever looking maid slowly come in and said, "Second Highness, Miss Qingyao is waiting outside. ”

"Let her in."

As soon as he heard that the maid was calling His Royal Highness the second prince in a fancy costume in front of him, he was at a loss for a moment and wanted to get up and salute. "Second Highness? Folk Girl ...... The folk girl greeted the Second Highness. Who knew that a mistake knocked the jade bowl to the ground, which was even more chaotic.

Feng Zerui hurriedly pressed her who wanted to salute, took her over, and leaned into his arms from the new, "It's all said, don't move." I am grateful that you saved my life, you don't have to be restrained, and you are well cultivated. ”

Zhao Ran didn't dare to move, obediently leaned on Feng Zerui's arms, and Feng Zerui's heart beat in a panic.

After the maid stepped forward to clean up the overturned jade bowl, she retreated and welcomed Wen Qingyao in.

"Zerui, I heard that you were stabbed in Lan Pavilion this morning, but were you injured?" Before anyone could see it, they heard Wen Qingyao's crisp voice.

Feng Zerui couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and said, "Qing Yao, you can be quiet, do you want all the people in the Chong Hall to know that I was assassinated today?" ”

"I'm not concerned about it." Wen Qingyao smiled.

When I entered the dormitory, I saw the woman sitting on the couch, leaning softly and weakly in Feng Zerui's arms, her eyes were pitiful, and she was a beauty who was shy of flowers in the closed moon.

"I'll just say what kind of woman can lead the second prince to be so confused, it turned out to be the beautiful woman of Lan Pavilion." Wen Qingyao smiled knowingly, this woman has an appetite for Feng Zerui.

Zhaoran was teased by this, and began to feel cramped and uneasy again, lowering his head and not daring to speak.

"Miss Zhaoran saved my life in Lan Pavilion, I should take care of her, don't make fun of her again. If you're all right, go early and see how the prince is doing. Fang Cai was in a hurry and didn't care about him. Feng Zerui raised his voice.

Wen Qingyao's mouth is not something that everyone can bear, Zhaoran is soft, weak and well-behaved, but he can't stand her mockery, Feng Zerui thought about sending her away quickly, so that Zhaoran can recuperate with peace of mind, but don't touch the wound anymore.

"Okay, you Feng Zerui, you really have a beautiful lady and forget our blood is thicker than water, I came to see you kindly, and you haven't stayed for a moment, so you want to drive me away." Wen Qingyao held her mouth and said dissatisfied.

As soon as she heard that Feng Zerui had been assassinated, she put down the mansion and came to visit him beforehand, but she didn't go to the mansion first, and was treated like this.

"I didn't suffer at all, but Miss Zhaoran was seriously injured, so you go to Mama Kong to get some of your favorite snowflake cakes and bring them back, so that Miss Zhaoran can have a good rest." Feng Zerui was unceremonious, and politely asked Wen Qingyao to leave quickly, and he didn't say anything about it.

"It's okay, Second Highness, I'm fine." Zhao Ran didn't want to upset the two of them because of him.

"Zhaoran girl, you have a good rest, don't take it to heart, I and Cousin Zerui have always been like this, love and kill each other." After speaking, Chong Zhaoran blinked, smiled slyly, and then said, "Don't disturb the two Qingqing." Cousin Zerui greeted my aunt on my behalf. Then he turned and left.

Fengyu Garden

A young girl wears a light blue Luo skirt, the cuffs of the gold thread outline a few auspicious clouds, the skirt of the gold embroidery thread embroidered with the afterglow flowers, covered with white thin smoke light yarn, thin thin thread show the long cherry blossoms lush and blooming, elegant but luxurious.

She sat alone on the swing under the begonia tree, behind which stood a row of palace maids and eunuchs, and the pink glazed copper rod hairpin on her head shook rhythmically with the swing, which was very cute.

"Lord Anya, you see that it seems to be Miss Wen of Taifu Wen's family." The woman in the light blue palace maid's dress standing next to the girl stepped forward and arched over, pointed to the distance and whispered.

Feng Anya motioned for the palace maid pushing the swing to stop, and looked in the direction of the palace maid's finger, only to see a purple-clothed girl walking on the arched bridge of Xiaoqing Lake not far away, with a focused expression, as if she was wandering.

That's Wen Qingyao that Princess Yue'er hates, and she hates it even more, as for why she hates it, there are two points, the first point: Anya and Yue'er have grown up together since childhood, and the relationship is naturally excellent, the person Yue'er hates must be the person she Anya hates, and the second point: a love word.

Feng Anya likes Xiqiyang, everyone knows it.

Although Xiqiyang is not considered to have both ability and political integrity in everyone's hearts, he is worthy of it: Mo Shangren is like jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world. Therefore, Feng Anya was superficially obsessed with his appearance, but Xi Qiyang protected Wen Qingyao everywhere, which made Feng Anya jealous.

"Let's go, we'll meet." Feng Anya chuckled at the corner of her mouth, and a bunch of people walked towards Wen Qingyao.

Wen Qingyao was staring at the surrounding scenery in a daze, not paying attention to the people who were coming.

Fengyuyuan is the only way to get out of the palace. When she was a child, Wen Qingyao often played in the garden with the princes and princes here after school, and it was here that she met Xiqiyang, and she was entangled all her life.

Fengyu Garden is located on the central axis of the palace, with the Fengluan Hall where the emperor lives as the center, on both sides are the palaces of the mothers, concubines and princes, there is a small lake in the garden, called Xiaoqing Lake.

There is a row of begonia trees on the right side of Xiaoqing Lake, and when the petals fall, it looks like red snowflakes are falling, which is very beautiful.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be Miss Wen? Long time no see, didn't you go to the border? Feng Anya came up and laughed.

She was gentle and lovely on her face, but in her heart she thought about how Wen Qingyao didn't die at the border, what she would do when she came back, and she didn't have the joy of meeting again after a long time.

Wen Qingyao was distracted, and was startled by the sudden voice, then she was shocked, smiled and bowed, "Qing Yao has worshiped the county lord of Anya, and thanked the county lord for his concern for Qing Yao." ”

She is not annoyed by half a minute, she has learned to be happy and angry all these years.

"What are you doing in this palace?" Feng Anya looked at Wen Qingyao with a look of disdain.

"Back to the county lord, the second prince was assassinated when he was drinking and listening to music in the Lan Pavilion today, and I was very worried, so I came to investigate." Wen Qingyao was neither humble nor arrogant.

"What? Brother Qiyang was assassinated? Was he hurt? Feng Anya shouted loudly, and half of the county lord's nobility and reserve were not there. The harsh voice provoked Wen Qingyao and couldn't help frowning slightly.

"I don't know yet, I just came out of the Chengchong Palace, and I was about to go to Yueqing Mansion to visit."

Feng Anya snorted coldly, didn't pay attention to it, but turned to the palace maid beside her and said, "Break the branches, prepare the sedan chair quickly, and go to Yueqing Mansion." ”

She didn't want to entangle with Anya, so she had to be sorry for Xiqiyang.