In the pear courtyard, Feng Li leisurely crossed Erlang's legs.

"Yiling, what's going on over there?"

"Listening to her message, the eighth young man is almost in the imperial city, and the matter of Langya Pavilion has already begun."

"That's good, by the way, those forces haven't been found yet?"

"Not yet, but I suspect that apart from those few well-known forces, there are no other forces that can do this. There will be no clues. ”

"Let's check the weird tattoo first. Killer Pavilion, check it carefully. Feng Li knocked on the melon seeds, and didn't take those who chased and killed him seriously.

Outside, she shows people in men's clothes, who would have thought that Guigu Jiu Shaoli Jiu is actually a woman?

During this period of time in the palace, let them disappear for a while!

On the eve of the post-closure ceremony——

The palace and the Feng Mansion were even busier inside and out, and they were all making adequate preparations for the next day's wedding of the emperor and queen. The streets and alleys of the imperial city also became lively, and the children also played with it.

Feng Li changed into men's clothes, changed her makeup, and went to the street.

When she passed by a lecture hall, the voice of the storyteller inside was mixed with the cheers of the audience, and she couldn't help but stop.

"It is said that today's saint and the daughter of Fengfu can achieve this beautiful talk, but there is still a relationship." Mr. Storyteller stroked his beard with a pretending esoteric understanding.

"Do you know? The ancestor of the Feng family and our Great Qin Taizu jointly laid down the world of our Great Qin, and the ancestor of the Feng family can hand over the country to others, protecting the royal safety for generations, to say that the emperor of the Great Qin generation trusts the most, there is no one more than the Feng family. ”

"Fengfu Zuoxiang, Feng Qin, young and talented, celebrities in the world, only fifteen years old, the champion and the bachelors were dumbfounded......"

Before he finished speaking, someone interjected: "Sir, our Zuo Xiang was eighteen years old and married Nan Yun, the beauty of the Great Qin of the year!" ”

"Yes, yes, our Zuo Xiang and Mrs. Xian are a good story of my Daqin!" Someone chimed in.

"Hey! What a mouth! What the old man wants to tell is His Majesty and the concubine of Fengfu, how many times has the story of Zuo Xiang and the first lady been told? ”

The people below were silent, and the old gentleman continued, "Mrs. Xian died not long after giving birth to a daughter, and our Zuo Xiang is also an infatuated lover, and he has never renewed his ......."

"Sir, didn't you tell me about Your Majesty and the concubine of the Feng Mansion? Why is it on Zuo Xiang again? Someone laughed.

This interjection caused the people in the teahouse to laugh again, and for a while the old gentleman couldn't hear what he said clearly.

The old gentleman slammed the teacup in his hand, blew his beard and glared, "What's the hurry?" The old man is about to talk about the concubine of Fengfu! ”

When the people below saw that the old gentleman was angry, they were suddenly silent again.

After calming down, the old gentleman took a long breath and said again, "This daughter of Fengfu has been born cute and likable since she was a child, and when she was three years old, at a big banquet in the palace, she was deeply loved by the first emperor and the queen's concubines. ”

"What about the emperor?" Someone asked again.

The old gentleman glanced at the man, and unexpectedly didn't open his mouth to scold, "Don't worry, when the daughter of Fengfu was three years old, the emperor was still an eight-year-old prince, I heard that the emperor was young at that time, but he still hated people, but somehow, he walked with the daughter of Fengfu, and this time, the emperor also had the intention of marrying the two......"

Feng Li listened in a trance, Uncle Longsi, the first emperor, seemed to treat her very well, but when she was five years old, she had a serious illness, and her memory before the age of five was almost gone, where do you remember what prince Long Jue?

She was also not interested in the past, and left again before the storyteller could finish speaking.

"I heard that in the next two years, the two were almost inseparable, and the old man thought, the emperor is afraid that he has long been interested in the daughter of Fengfu......" The old gentleman still talked with relish.

Leaving the lecture hall, Feng Li strode towards Langya Pavilion. It was bustling along the way, but there was a taste of the New Year, which made her can't help but smack her tongue.

The Great Qin Dynasty gradually reached its prosperity in the hands of the former emperor Uncle Longsi, and Long Jue held a ceremony after the sealing, and the people were naturally not ordinarily lively, and there was a festive atmosphere everywhere.

The emperor's wedding, the people also suffered a lot of benefits, when the auspicious day was approaching, the family also dragged the family out early to wait in the place where the greeting team was going to pass.

It's just that no one would have thought that in the story of Mr. Storyteller, one of the protagonists did not do anything that should be prepared before the wedding, and even passed by many people.

Excitedly bought a rock sugar gourd, Feng Li carefully tore open the candy paper and stuffed it into her mouth.

met a middle-aged uncle who happened to be in her way. The uncle looks ordinary, the kind that can't be recognized in the crowd, but when she looks at it, she also knows that he has been disguised, and his real age is not clear.

But she still raised a bright smile in a friendly way: "Hello uncle." ”

Cheng Yu heard the snickering of the entourage behind him, squinted at them, and swept over Feng Li lightly.

A hairy boy who doesn't know etiquette! He doesn't care!

Feng Li then spoke: "That, uncle, you just happened to block my way." ”

As she spoke, she bit the rock sugar gourd crunchyly.

Cheng Yu moved without a trace, leaving the door of Langya Pavilion out, and Feng Li passed him in.

Pushing open the door of the private room, the smell of all kinds of food in the face stimulates people's taste buds and makes people salivate.

After turning to the screen, a young man was dressed in a dark blue fine cloud brocade robe, holding a feather fan that was almost visible at any time in his left hand, but his right hand was grabbing a chicken leg and gnawing on it in an untemperamental manner, and said vaguely, "Xiaoli is here?" Sit down. ”

Feng Li glanced at the plate that had almost been swept away, and the smile on her face froze, "Lianyi, order a new dish!" ”

"Gu Ye, you invited me to dinner, and you still ate it? Don't leave me at all! ”

"Then you eat, Young Master Ben hasn't finished eating yet!" The young man named Gu Ye immediately stopped talking and held the unshapely chicken leg in his hand in front of her.