Just when Yongsheng was talking to Prince Chun, the long lamp in Cining Palace was also sleeping.

The Empress Dowager sat on top of the main hall, and on either side sat Feng Chencheng and Tian Youwei.

At today's garden party, these two have been accompanying the Queen Mother.

One wants to be the queen, and the other wants to be the princess of Prince Chun's mansion.

The thoughts of these two people did not shy away from the queen mother at all, and they had already made it clear in person.

Because there was no conflict of interest, an alliance was quickly formed.

"Alas, of course, I, as a mother, hope that the emperor can have a good queen.

But you also saw it today, and our emperor only has that wild girl in his eyes. ”

The Queen Mother took a sip of tea and said slowly.

Feng Chencheng pursed the corners of his mouth, and then said with a well-behaved appearance:

"The Queen Mother, the marriages of ordinary people are all the words of the matchmaker at the behest of their parents.

The marriage of this heavenly family must be agreed upon by the ministers. The will of the saint is important, but it cannot ignore the courtiers. ”

The Empress Dowager glanced at Feng Chencheng and sneered:

"Of course, the meaning of the ministers is important, but in the end, it depends on the saint.

Of course, Prime Minister Zuo has always been loyal to the monarch and loves the people, and he is also quite respected in the DPRK and China.

Miss Feng is also a dignified and virtuous lady. Of course I would be very happy to have you as my daughter-in-law.

Just ......"

The Queen Mother dragged out her voice, but she didn't say any more, picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly.

After putting down the teacup, he looked at his hand carefully, as if he had some treasure in his hand.

Tian Youwei couldn't hold back and said:

"If you want me to say, just let the ministers jointly sign a letter, won't the saint be able to marry Miss Feng?"

Feng Chencheng glanced at her and said angrily:

"Are you trying to make the Holy One reject me? Jointly signed a letter, isn't this forcing the palace?

Our saint is young and has a high heart, how can we stand this!?

When the time comes, it will be self-defeating! Even if the saint marries me into the palace, he won't give me a good face! ”

The Queen Mother listened silently, raised her eyebrows slightly, pursed the corners of her mouth, but still did not speak.

Tian Youwei was anxious, rubbed the silk handkerchief in his hand and said:

"It doesn't work, it doesn't work either! Is it going to be like this?

Queen Mother, you have an idea! The saint has always been filial, and he will definitely listen to what you say! ”

The Empress Dowager raised her eyes to look at Tian Youwei and said with a smile:

"Don't you know our saint, he is very filial to other things.

But in this marriage alone, alas, ......"

The Queen Mother let out another long sigh, lowered her eyes and continued to stare at her hands.

After a while, seeing that Tian Youwei and Feng Chencheng were no longer talking, they said quietly:

"There are some things that you still have to fight for yourself.

You say, what is so good about this cold girl that can make both the Holy Lord and Prince Chun so favored? ”

Tian Youwei pursed his lips and said hatefully:

"It's not because of a beautiful skin! Coquette! Bah! ”

The Queen Mother pursed her lips, didn't say anything, and glanced at Feng Chencheng.

Feng Chencheng pondered for a moment and said indifferently:

"What's the deal? This is the right eye, even a female praying mantis can become a sable cicada.

All the disadvantages can be turned into advantages. ”

The corners of the Queen Mother's mouth raised, and she said slowly:

"If so, what if so?"

Feng Chencheng thought for a while and replied:

"That'...... Let her advantages become disadvantages, and let the beauty in fantasy become ugly in reality.

I remember when I was a child, I heard people tell me how delicious the pastries made by the good food in Wuyuan Mansion were, but it really made me salivate for a long time.

It's just that Shengjing is very far away from Wuyuan Mansion, so I didn't have a chance to taste it.

Later, my grandfather invited the master of BEPINFANG to come to Shengjing to open a shop, and I finally ate their pastries. ”

Speaking of this, Feng Chencheng also stopped selling Guanzi.

Tian Youwei couldn't help but ask:

"Oh, tell me, what does it taste like?"

(End of chapter)