The carriage didn't move, but stretched out a slender finger from the gilded jade curtain to beckon her over, Lu Yixuan really moved her steps, and for a moment, she thought she was back in front of the Duke of Wei.

The man gently held her arm and bent it, Lu Yixin got into the carriage, Feng Mingxie lazily leaned on the Jintuan, his complexion was obviously much better, Lu Yixin breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but be disgusted: "Lord Yin is finally willing to let you go home?" "It sounds like it's blaming him, but it's not that I'm blaming Yin He for not understanding people's feelings, Feng Xiaowang is just recovering from his illness, what can he do to invite him to go home for three or five days, if something goes wrong, she has to go to the prefect's lobby.

Feng Mingxie heard it, leaned over and smiled, hooked the girl's chin with his fingertips, and teased: "Don't be angry, this king doesn't spare time to accompany you?" ”

Look, he is a good man who cares about his "wife" at home.

Lu Yixin frowned and "snapped" to knock off the restless hand, what bullshit.

"Are you going to take your courtiers around the market?" She heard the crowd of people, lifted the curtain slightly, the lively night market made people envious, shoulder to shoulder and orderly, she used to like to be quiet and secluded, but now she likes to be lively and happy, so that people forget all the heavy responsibilities and injustices they are carrying.

A sound of greed.

The little prince was noncommittal, buckled the carriage, the horse stopped softly, the neck was clanging, the man took Lu Yixuan off the carriage, the colorful feathers were particularly dazzling in the starry street lights, the dust under the clothes was like a rolling pearl, and the thousands of lights behind him lit up his handsome side face, and she was slightly stunned.

Feng Mingxie stretched out his hand to her and invited.

The corners of Lu Yixuan's lips pursed, she saw the spring color in the man's eyes, and without thinking, she held his fingertips and was taken into Feng Mingxie's arms.

"The liveliness of Fengyang City has never lost to Shengjing." The little prince tilted his head, and he didn't have a chance to see the city last time.

"The people of Fengyang City are not inferior to Shengjing." Lu Yixuan didn't walk fast because of the occasional pain in her knee bones, and she felt that Feng Mingxie deliberately slowed down in order to rely on her own speed.

The shouts of the vendors, the hustle and bustle of the merchants, the streets and alleys are filled with the atmosphere of the spring feast, the girl grabbed the flower branch and laughed and scolded, and accidentally bumped into the crook of Feng Mingxie's arm, they looked back and smiled apologetically, but suddenly blushed and whispered and ran away.

Lu Yixuan raised her eyebrows and looked at the man silently, still with the amorous eyebrows of the spring breeze and the moon, she was really a goblin who had escaped from the dust and entered the world, and she subconsciously took the initiative to hug his sleeves.

Not far away, the officials of the government office patrolled the three sects and nine streams in the alley, which reminded Lu Yixuan of the black and white six-scar fingers, although he was shameless, he became a righteous person of wine and meat.

"The eldest brother once said that when you were just sent to the fiefdom, you gave the newly appointed prefect a dismissal, and the angry Lord Yin lay on the couch for ten days and made up three folds in a row to demote you to nothing." Lu Yixin couldn't help laughing when she thought of the past, at that time she was just a little girl who had just arrived in Shengjing City, thinking about understanding the men around her through other people's tongues.

The little girl jumped to her feet as she spoke, refusing to move in front of the dazzling stalls.

Feng Ming thought about it, and there was something going on: "The official uniform in the coffin board, Lord Yin doesn't seem to like it very much. His words were really damaged enough, and at that time, Yin He's angry beard and glaring almost didn't come over in one breath, which was really a "glorious deed".

Lu Yixin laughed and took a bite of the candy skewer he had just bought, the small fruit was dipped in rock sugar water and wrapped in sugar coating, sweet and sour: "Then how did you train him to bow down like this?" "It's strange to say, Yin He should be eager to pull down Feng Mingxie, a stubborn imperial relative, but when I saw it recently, Lu Yixuan felt that the rumors in the world must not be believed, and the seemingly iron-faced and selfless prefect not only secretly let her go, but also cooperated with the little prince to catch the Beirong soldiers and horses.

She smacked her lips, the sugar skewers were really delicious, and she couldn't help but hand them to Feng Mingxie, the man looked at it, and took a bite of the place where she had bitten it just now.

Rich and fragrant.

Lu Yixuan's face turned red and hurriedly turned around, that bastard actually took a bite of her favorite Laneige candied fruit stuck to her head!

"Lord Yin knows current affairs, and if you want to stay in the Fengyang Domain for a long time, you have to learn how to get along with this king." The man took her shoulder, and the night of April spring was no longer cold, and the warm wind was gusting.

What this guy is talking about is to learn how to tolerate compromise, right, Lu Yixuan hummed and ate the candy skewers cleanly, and when she turned sideways, the fireworks on the horizon bloomed with all the brilliance, and Feng Mingxie's eyes seemed to be full of brilliance.

"What's wrong?" The man was puzzled by her daze.

"Aren't you going back to Shengjing?" Lu Yixuan shook her head and retracted her thoughts, her worries never escaped Feng Mingxie's eyes.

The little prince shrugged: "This king can't resist the decree and disrespect." "At the beginning, the Ninety-Five Emperor ordered three times, and he was sent to Fengyang and was not allowed to leave the city.

"But the saint has already died," Lu Yixuan caught up, "soon, the crown prince will ascend the throne and be the new son of heaven." "Shengjing City is surging in the wind, but for the sake of fighting for that dragon chair.

Feng Mingxie raised his hand and pinched the girl's jaw, and looked at this appearance of worrying about the country and the people, frowning and frowning not like a little girl to look like the painstaking Ren Zaifu: "You and I both know the cause of the saint's death, and the power of Shengjing is now in the hands of the East Palace, except for Fengyang City, this king can't keep you safe." "Out of the city, she is a wanted criminal in the Dayan Dynasty.

Lu Yixuan groaned, raised his hand to stroke the crook of his upper arm, there was an arrow wound there, and now it hurts piercingly: "On the day the courtiers left Beijing, Mingyue chased the horse out of the city, if it wasn't for Lord Jiang's arrival in time, I'm afraid the princess would have died at the hands of Mingchen." She remembered the hoarse voice of the originally delicate and wayward little highness under the moon, "She asked me if I could avenge her father, but I could only tell her that if she wanted to live, she had to kneel before the enemy and pretend not to know anything." ”

As long as Donggong still retains a little face for you and cares about a brother and sister, he will not harm Mingyue in public.

The royal relatives in the entire Shengjing City were terrified and walked on thin ice.

Feng Mingxi seemed to be very surprised to hear that Mingchen would attack Mingyue, Lu Yixin sighed lightly, there are many people related to her in the capital, although she escaped from the tiger's mouth, but others may not be safe and sound, now she can't inquire in many ways, and she doesn't even dare to listen to the news in Shengjing City, sometimes, Lu Yixin really wants to just leave, and the end of the world.

"Has the prince ever thought that one day, he will leave Fengyang?" Her words were a little inexplicable and blurted out.

"Where?"

Lu Yixin was silent.

"Ah, you don't have enough confidence." Feng Ming's evil intentions were pointed, and she began to retreat and be timid.

She didn't refute, after so many incidents, she did have major doubts about her judgment and confidence, just like two years ago, Lu Yixin had a city in her heart and stepped into Shengjing with confidence, if someone asked her if she would leave, her answer was categorically negative, Lu Yixin wanted to leave a strong mark in the elegance of Dayan, and wanted the Lu family in Nanping to be engraved into the annals of scenery -

It's just that now, Lu Yixin is also so confused that he hesitates.

Shengjing is a power clash Longtan Tiger's Den, and people can't help themselves in it.

She frowned, her shoulders sore suddenly, she said "ah", her eyes didn't have time to wander, and she had already stuffed a piece of crispy soft square cake with sauce in her mouth.

It is a sweet sauce made from ground watercress.

Lu Yixuan's eyes lit up, and all the chaotic troubles in her mind were washed away by this small snack, what is this, she couldn't open her mouth with the square cake in her mouth.

Feng Mingxie picked up the pastries in his hand with oiled paper and gestured, he knew that this girl still wanted to pack and eat while walking.

Lu Yixing's eyes widened and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up, although this man was a bit of a jerk, he was very close to her.

The begonia flowers and trees in the city are blooming in thousands of ways, and when the wind blows, the petals fall on everyone's clothes and hair, like a spring snow, which is beautiful.

When the carriage returned to the palace, most of the night was over, but it was still unfinished.

The maids and attendants in the house turned off the lights, and Feng Mingxie didn't like them to be busy, so they rested early.

Lu Yixuan took off the small coat and shook off the petals stained on her head, pink and tender like the Kodan smeared on her fingertips, to be honest, she felt like a young lady in the Fengyang Mansion in the past few days, embroidered Luo skirt, beaded rouge, the maids like to spend their thoughts on her, and the few makeup flowers are also bright and moving.

She sent Feng Mingxie back to the room, busy lighting candles and closing the window, trying the heat of the teacup, and chattering and asking, thirsty or not, tired or not.

Feng Mingxie raised his sleeves and landed on the bench in the hall, obviously, this was only recently placed by the minions, Lu Yixuan didn't see it before, the man beckoned to her, Lu Yixuan didn't know what to do, so he asked him to grab it with his wrist, stumbled and stumbled, and the whole person fell into Feng Mingxie's arms.

"In Fengyang, I don't want you to be a housekeeper." There is no need to bow down to everything, "Listen to Xiaoman, you slept on the couch a few days ago?" "The little girl was quite surprised, she didn't sleep in a good bed, how could anyone like to sleep on a chair.

Xiaoman is the delicate girl who takes care of Lu Yixuan, so naturally she doesn't dare to hide anything from Feng Mingxi.

Lu Yixuan didn't struggle, she simply softened her body and nestled in his arms, but she felt a lot warmer, she nodded.

"Should this king be happy?" He reached out and put his arm around the girl's waist, "Or do you prefer this?" His fingertips dragged her back up her tail vertebrae, and as soon as he leaned over, he rolled her into his arms and into the couch.

Lu Yixuan's hand tightened the placket of Feng Mingxie's clothes, she suddenly didn't know whether she should admit it or deny it, she was too ashamed to admit it, and she couldn't resist the honesty of her body, she really liked this feeling, it could make her sleep more at ease, especially by his side.