The girl of the Lu family only felt that the purpose of a man coming to the Wei Mansion today was too strong, of course, she did not bring the slaves of the Sun family to "atone for her sins", but for what was the purpose, she was stuck in her throat and couldn't explain the diaphragm.

The cloud cake should be moist and soft, thin and white, Feng Mingxie has been pampered since he was a child, he has seen countless delicacies and wines, as for the plate of "cloud peach blossom cake" in front of him, it looks like - it's a little worse, no, it's too bad, the cut is narrow and wide, thick and thin, and the sticky powder has pasted the originally beautiful peach petals into a ball, and at a glance, he knows that the chef has no experience, but he cares more about it-

"You did it?"

"It's not." Lu Yixing's speed of replying is very fast, usually, the faster she refutes, the more weak her heart becomes.

Feng Ming didn't bother to greet politely when he heard this, so he twisted a small piece of pastry into his mouth without saying anything, frowned slightly, and smiled dumbly.

"Little Wangye-" Lu Yixin couldn't stop it, seeing that the man's expression had a strange and subtle change, even she was confused and not confident, yes, Lu Yixuan tried to do one or two crafts, but every time it was unsatisfactory, he couldn't learn the third sister's ingenuity even after racking his brains, "The taste is very strange?" ”

It was rare for Lu Yixuan to whisper softly.

Feng Ming muttered evilly, but stopped talking.

I haven't even eaten this one-size-fits-all peach blossom cake yet, Lu Yixin hurriedly grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, "Wow", and vomited with a bitter face.

"Go, prepare water!" Lu Yixuan pushed the flower slave, the sweet and greasy sugar taste in her mouth almost tired people to death, she wiped the corners of her mouth and glared at Feng Mingxie in puzzlement.

This guy swallowed it without changing his face and heartbeat, and it was sticky as if the sugar lumps were kneaded together, and even she, the chef herself, found it difficult to swallow.

Feng Mingxie looked at her wrinkled face like a bitter gourd and smiled: "There are no eight treasures and jade food in the palace, and it is not bad to taste the 'fireworks in the world' once in a while." ”

"It's the courtier's daughter who is not skilled." Lu Yixin was quite annoyed, not because he was annoyed that Feng Mingxie ate this cloud cake, but because he couldn't tell the difference between oil, salt, sauce and vinegar with his ten fingers, and he couldn't control the heat.

"It's okay," Feng Mingxie didn't care much, holding his chin and still admiring it, "What Ah Yu made, there is no one in the palace." "Scarcity is expensive.

That's right.

Lu Yixin was stunned for a moment, and "Oh" jumped half a foot away like a rabbit, as if Feng Mingxie said something that caught her off guard, but under this sunny day, she could clearly see that the little girl's face was slightly hot, and her defense was faster than that of a tiger.

Hua Nu hurriedly held the tea, blessed the little prince, and then stood beside Lu Yixuan and whispered: "Miss, the old lady is awake and looking for you." "After taking the decoction, my drowsiness has disappeared a lot.

Lu Yixuan didn't have time to cover the mouth of the flower slave and had already called the men on the side to hear it, Feng Mingxie put down the teacup, got up and stretched his muscles, and the moon-white plain clothes poured down the colorful feathers.

"Since the Duchess of Wei has woken up, this king is a guest, so she naturally wants to see the master."

"Little prince, my mother has been lying on the couch for a long time, and she should not see guests without grooming."

Lu Yixuan just wanted to stop Feng Mingxie's footsteps, but the man seemed to have expected her behavior, but instead flashed lightly: "This king is not one of those old masters who are self-cultivation and pay attention to good manners. ”

This is no longer true, the little prince has always done what he wants, and there are no taboos.

Lu Yixuan stomped his feet and had to keep up, helpless every time he encountered this unreasonable scoundrel.

Zhang Lian didn't lie on the bed, she was leaning on the head of the bed for two points in good spirits, thinking of a way to stand up with a cane, as soon as she looked up, she saw Feng Xiaowangye, and she was stunned that the crutches fell into Feng Mingxie's hands.

"Old lady, don't be in a hurry." He smiled and gave peace.

Zhang Lian looked at Feng Mingxie and then looked at Lu Yixuan, who was standing respectfully at the door, and then he knew that the little prince had come to the door specially today, if it was not shocked, it was false, you must know that since the incident with Lu Henian, the Guogong Mansion has collapsed, and the door and the city seem to have become the smoke of the past.

The old lady's lips trembled and she asked cautiously, "Little prince, you are here today, are you-" What is it? She couldn't ask, but Feng Mingxie could read it from the glimmer of longing in the old woman's eyes like a dry well.

"It's Your Majesty, Your Majesty is glad that there is a woman in the Duke of Wei's Mansion like this, and I send this king to visit you with relief, and I hope that the old lady will take care of your body." Feng Mingxie's face was not red and his heart was not beating, and what he said was sincere.

Hearing this, Zhang Lian burst into tears, and muttered in his mouth: "Your Majesty has not forgotten our Wei State Mansion...... You really should look back for the Chinese New Year...... Take a look at this Shengjing City, look at the Great Yan Dynasty, the Son of Heaven, never forget us......"

Lu Yixuan's fingertips gently pinched the embroidery on the cuffs, and Zhang Lian's heart also had thorns, about children, about her husband, about the sins and redemption of this deep mansion compound-

She knew that Feng Mingxie was deceiving Zhang Lian, and the Son of Heaven never specially ordered him to come to visit the Duchess of Wei, but this man, sometimes he was demagogic with clever words, and sometimes he was clever and exquisite, which made people feel deliberate - deliberately showing goodwill.

Zhang Lian wiped her tears and went straight to Feng Ming to apologize and say that she had lost her temper, but it was only two quarters of an hour before the old lady could laugh happily at Feng Xiaowangye, Lu Yixuan really felt strange, how could this man really coax a woman from eight to eighty years old, big and small? !

Looking at the Duchess of Wei again, it seems that she has the greatest favor in the world, Long Ensheng, who can't dig out her heart and lungs for the little prince Feng, and from time to time she also throws a concerned and loving look at Lu Yixuan, it seems that since she gradually sobered up, Zhang Lian has never laughed so happily.

Lu Yixuan didn't know whether he should be so angry or should thank God for being Feng Xiaowangye, because the man who made you upset was so gleeful that the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were so tactful, and he deliberately made you realize that he "meant something" with a look of gaze, as if he was saying that there were so many interesting anecdotes about the Duke of Wei's mansion, and it was appropriate to move around more.

Lu Yixuan firmly experienced the tragic situation of being unbearable but could only force a smile, and in just a quarter of an hour, she felt that it was a long torment.

Zhang Lian was in a very good mood today, but she couldn't bear the weakness of her body, she took a breath and noticed that her physical strength was exhausted, Feng Mingxie saw that she was busy getting up and signaling that it was inconvenient to disturb her, it was time to ask the Duchess of Wei to recuperate.

"Little prince," just as the man got up, Zhang Lian hurriedly said as if he remembered something, "The old woman still has a question. ”

"Please."

"Bronze Sparrow Gold Beads." Zhang Lian didn't say much, but these four words fell out, and Lu Yixing's footsteps on the way out also stopped.

Bronze Bird Gold Bead, that is the token of the marriage between the Duke of Wei and the Qin family, Zhang Lian has never mentioned it because of his physical condition, but today he saw Feng Mingxi, but he had to speak.

Lu Yixin didn't hear what the two were talking about, but she saw her mother lying back on the couch through the bright light, so she leaned against the door and waited.

Wait for the man to come out.

"Are you so nervous that you will be sold?" Feng Mingxie had already seen that the skirt was being blown through the threshold by the breeze, and he knew that Lu Yixuan was anxious to know what his mother had said.

"As long as the little prince is willing to 'forgive people and forgive people'." Lu Yixuan glanced at him, this man's ability to be a moth is first-class, and it is not easy to reverse the direction of the wind in a few words.

Feng Mingye dusted his hands casually: "The Duchess of Wei is worried about your life's affairs," This is telling the truth, since Zhang Lian mentioned the bronze finch golden bead, he must have remembered Lu Yixuan's marriage, "I'm afraid that the Qin family will refuse to recognize you as a daughter-in-law." ”

"Phew, I'm not asking for it yet." Lu Yixing clasped her hands around her chest and sneered, just a Qin family, as if she Lu Yixuan wanted to climb the dragon and the phoenix.

Feng Ming's evil eyebrows bent, yes, he just likes Ah Yu's attitude.

Wonderful.

"The Duchess of Wei is so enlightened that she is not right in her name, and since many years have passed, and things are wrong, she implores this king to persuade His Majesty to withdraw her fate." The man's eyebrows and eyes were slightly raised, and the sunlight was sprinkled on his robe through the flower building corridor, and the colorful splendors became the flow of time.

Lu Yixin said "hey", she was surprised that her mother would have such an idea, she also thought that Zhang Lian would painstakingly ask the little prince to persuade His Majesty to fulfill this marriage as soon as possible to revive the former glory of the Guogong Mansion.

"What does the little prince mean?" After all, the person who speaks the most under the Ninety-Five Supreme Seat is standing in front of him now.

Feng Mingxie's eyes lazily fell, he leaned over and approached Lu Yixuan's face, as if the fragrance of unblooming flowers in the courtyard poured into his arms in an instant, he saw that the girl was slightly revealed, and then smiled: "Ah Yu's sweetheart, naturally Ah Yu chooses by himself." ”

Lu Yixuan opened her mouth, this was the only thing she couldn't refute.

She saw that the man did not stop and strode away, the long figure was trailing colorful embroidery, bright and sharp, the light and shadow between the trees occasionally illuminated the dust that fell on his shoulder, lazy and flying, Lu Yixuan's heart seemed to be gently swept by the tail of the black cat that followed Feng Mingxi.

Palpitations.

The flower slave on the other end offered the warm tea, and Feng Mingxie waved his hand: "No need, the hour is not early, these slaves of the Sun family are quite diligent." In the afternoon, the whole garden was renovated, and the man coughed softly, and the servants dared to say more, and they were busy waiting at the gate of the house.

The little flower slave looked at the peacock swaggering out of the house and looked at the tea in his hand, his face full of loss.

"Hey, little girl, are you spring*heart-rippling?" Lu Yixin knocked on the head of the flower slave.