Feng Jinglan returned to the post house after leaving the palace, and Xuan Ying, who was following closely behind, looked at his master with a radiant expression on his face, "Master, are you okay?" ”

"What will happen to this king?" Feng Jinglan looked at Xuan Ying and asked disapprovingly.

Xuan Ying said with a serious face: "Master, do you really not care at all? The county lord of Changle didn't let our team from the Blue City enter Beijing, wasn't this intentionally embarrassing? ”

"Xuanying, pay attention to your wording, she is your mistress now, no matter what she does, you must not be disrespectful to her, understand?" Feng Jinglan just couldn't listen to anyone's disrespect for her.

Xuanying bowed his head seriously, "Yes, master, Xuanying knows his mistake. "He's just a little bit upset about his master.

Feng Jinglan knew about Xuan Ying, but whether he wanted it or not, he couldn't bear any beak from her.

What's more, this time he put her first, with her temperament, if she doesn't find the field, how can she give up?

"Is the master really going to stay in the capital for a while?" Xuan Ying has been following Feng Jinglan all the time, if Feng Jinglan has anything special to arrange, he will order him in advance, but this time he doesn't know anything? This is enough to show that this so-called important thing is either an excuse or an improvised idea.

But with the cautious personality of his master, that kind of temporality could not exist, so the meaning is self-evident.

"You don't need to ask about this matter, this king has his own arrangements." Feng Jinglan said lightly.

At the same time, in the Beiling Palace, Fengyang Palace.

Gong Qianmo, who had just had breakfast, was dealing with the government affairs that had been shelved during this time, on the desk, although there was no major matter, but it was also a trivial matter, although the current Beiling was not as good as the East Sheng, but it was also the second most famous country, and now, the marriage between Beiling and Nanchen had attracted the Blue City, in the eyes of outsiders, Beiling was determined to compete with Dongsheng, but only she knew that she was just for self-preservation, she did not want to participate in the battle of any country, but she had no choice in it.

"County Lord, His Royal Highness has asked you to go out of the city tomorrow, can you agree?" Ah Qing walked in and asked respectfully.

Gong Qianmo frowned lightly, looked at Ah Qing and said, "Go out of the city to play?" He's in a good mood. "What is Feng Jinglan accommodating her so much for?

In fact, with his identity, the county lord or even the princess of any country will not treat him so slowly, or even give him a look?

Not to mention delaying marriage?

I'm afraid that I can't wait to marry into the Blue City, and it is possible to be a princess?

Looking at Gong Qianmo's cold expression, Ah Qing seemed to be unbearable and asked, "Then the county lord is going to refuse?" ”

Gong Qianmo couldn't think of Ah Qing's thoughts, but he replied without necessity: "Go back." "This is instinctive self-preservation, and I don't want to have too much contact with Feng Jinglan, even if one day they marry because of politics, they just take what they need.

"Yes, County Lord." Ah Qing departed gloomily. If one day the county lord remembered his past with His Royal Highness, maybe he would not answer like this at this time.

The sun sinks in the west, and the official road leading to Beiling in the east is ......

A carriage was strolling away, and Shengxue Ran was sitting in it, his face was pale, and the chief of the guards beside him had a helpless expression, "Holy Son, why are you doing this? ”

Did the Son really not understand? How can a person who has fallen for that kind of love poison feel sympathy for others?

I'm afraid the Holy Son is a fan of the authorities!