"I want the princess to come—"

"I want to see Your Majesty." / "See Princess Xiangrong." ”

"Get up." Emperor Ye was a little unhappy in his heart, and everyone sent her when they arrived. But Emperor Ye still maintained a mildness on his face.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." When Feng Xiangrong came in, his beautiful and noble face amazed a group of boys.

Ling Xiaoyao looked up, Feng Xiangrong couldn't see the miserable crying appearance before, she changed into a floor-length pleated skirt embroidered with peony flowers on a white background, and reused the makeup to match, and her beautiful face couldn't see anything unusual. The etiquette was perfect, and he walked to the second place from the left below her and sat lightly, with a perfect and detached smile on his face, but his eyes were as desperate and calm as stagnant water.

"Stupid." There are too many emotional ties.

At the beginning of the banquet, the dancing girl with a graceful posture and delicate face slowly walked into the hall, exerted all her strength and began to dance.

Two handsome-looking maids walked up to the seat with great grace. They were professionally trained barmaids, and the object of this arrangement for them was the fourteen-year-old Young Master Ling. Although it has its own air-conditioning isolation barrier, the bearing of that body soared a lot higher than those kings and grandsons. It's just that before they approached, they were stopped by Xiang Yue with a cold face: "The young master doesn't need you, please go back." ”

“… Be. ”

After a few dances, a handsome and handsome blue-clothed noble son next to the third Ximen Prime Minister on the right stood up: "Your Majesty, there are only a few kinds of dancing around, it is really boring, Qunyu wants to improvise a poem in the moonlight and give it to my beautiful princess." Prime Minister Simon next to him tugged at the hem of his robe.

"Oh? Let's hear it. Emperor Ye tried to talk to Ling Xiaoyao, and found that he was not completely ignored by the other party, so he was very happy, so he readily agreed. Left and right just praised her beauty and talent, and there were many people who wrote about her before.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon.

If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon.

- Your Majesty! The boy shouted suddenly, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Wechen has admired Princess Xiangrong for many years, and I hope that the emperor will allow the princess to marry Wechen and marry Wechen and the princess!"

There was silence.

"Bang-" The wine glass in Feng Xiangrong's hand fell on the table, and the wine splashed.

It seems that this is Feng Xiangrong's beloved. When he stood up just now, Feng Xiangrong's hand to pour wine stopped, and he kept trembling when he chanted the poem, and it turned over directly.

A hint of darkness crossed Emperor Ye's eyes. The Ximen family is too powerful, and the merit is high, he is ready to get rid of them after a while, Feng Xiangrong is one of the best in the entire Eastern Continent regardless of appearance, personality, family, ability, and is his own sister, he will not allow her to marry a dying person, he spent so much money to cultivate her, naturally he wants to use her to win the highest benefits. For example-

"This ...... Prince Ximen, I have already decided to let Xiangrong follow Young Master Ling to Zhonglu, I am afraid that I will live up to a piece of Prince Ximen's wishes. In this way, if the son of Simon has a crush on any young lady in the future, I will definitely give you a marriage. "It means that I gave your sweetheart to someone else, why should you go.

A cool smile overflowed on Feng Xiangrong's lips.

“…… What ...... "No wonder, no wonder you haven't been out of the palace for a few days, no wonder I can't find you, it turns out ......

Ximen Qunyu muttered dreamily: "No...... I don't want to ...... anyone but want to look."