Feng Wuwu quietly observed the woman who poked her head out of the sedan chair from time to time, and always felt that today's events were very strange.

She supported her forehead with her hand and muttered to herself with a little difficulty: "That barefoot girl is dressed in brocade clothes, and she should be the daughter of an official eunuch." is not only a noble daughter, but also her elegant and refined appearance, nine times out of ten it will become a magic weapon for the powerful in the clan. No matter how you say it, there is no reason to treat her harshly. ”

The coachman, who was skillfully calming the frightened horses' emotions, smiled and said, "The princess has a really accurate eye for people. The girl who was the daughter of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Rites, ranked seventh, and had six brothers above, who was very favored. ”

"Oh?"

Feng Wuwu looked at the coachman with interest and asked softly, "Do you know why she made such a mess of herself?" ”

The coachman pulled off the cloth towel that hung from his shoulders with both hands and dusted off the sweat stains from the saddle.

He looked left and right, and saw that no one was watching him, so he craned his neck, leaned in front of the carriage, and said in a low voice, "The princess doesn't know anything." Since ten days ago, the cold wind from the north has passed, and many famous and noble women in Kyoto City have been hit by evil one after another. If the symptoms are mild, they will wash their faces with tears all day long. More seriously, just like the seventh lady of Shangshu Mansion, crazy, chattering, scary tight! ”

"Ten days..."

Feng Wuwu's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, "Inferred from the time, Ao Che and Jimo Zhikite are quite suspicious. ”

A deep meaning flashed in Jun Mo's black-gold eyes, and he already had some calculations in his heart.

After a moment of silence, his thin lips opened lightly, his voice was low, but his tone was very determined.

"Ao Che is acting without leakage, and it stands to reason that he will not make such a big move. What he is good at is killing people with a knife. ”

"If it's not Ao Che, who could it be? Could it be that the mysterious jade-faced fox? ”

Thinking that the jade-faced fox was able to enter and leave the Beili Palace in a grand manner, Feng Wuwu only felt a sudden pain in his brain.

She sighed helplessly and muttered in a low voice, "The old man in Beitang really doesn't have the slightest sense of guard. Before he could figure out the origin of the jade-faced fox, he summoned people into the palace. Doesn't he know that the Lord will worry about him? ”

"Little thing, since you're worried, why don't you tell him your thoughts in person?"

Jun Moran turned his head and looked at the pink-faced and peach-cheeked and lovely Feng Wuwu, "Beitang Longting treats you well. Why not give him a chance to make up for his debts? ”

"He was also a victim back then, and he didn't really blame him."

Feng Wuwu understands that Beitang Longting is the most bitter person.

admitting the wrong daughter, he definitely felt uncomfortable.

Every time he saw him crying, although Feng Wuwu showed an indifferent look on his face, he was very distressed in his heart.

She's not a scheming person.

It's just that because of the problem of face, she can't pull her face. After brewing for many days, he still couldn't call out "Father".

Jun Moran guessed Feng Wuwu's thoughts, and smiled dumbly: "It's obviously a delicate little girl, why can't you be coquettish?" ”

He was always looking forward to Feng Wuwu taking the initiative to give him a hug, and called him a few "husbands" sweetly.

However, except for being on the couch, Feng Wuwu refused to call him "husband" at all the rest of the time.

Jun Moran suddenly remembered the night of the candle in the cave room, the small whispering sound in Feng Wuwu's mouth, and his heart moved, and he couldn't help but choke on her thin red sandalwood mouth.

"It's called Husband."

"Hmm-"

Feng Wuwu's face flushed, and he pushed and refused with his hands and feet.

Seeing this, Jun Moran felt even more excited.

He leaned forward and restrained Feng Wuwu's legs with one knee, "Do you want to scream?" If you don't, the king will ask for you in the carriage. ”

"Lord Regent, uncle is behind you..."

Feng Wuwu was extremely embarrassed, and his small ears were red and dripping blood.

"Today, even the king of heaven and Lao Tzu can't 'save' you."

Jun Mo's voice was extremely hoarse, he simply loved Feng Wuwu and wanted to refuse to welcome her, and he couldn't wait to eat her and wipe her clean.

"Lord Regent, my uncle is really behind you..."

Feng Wuwu patted his big hand resting on her placket in embarrassment, wanting to cry without tears, "Not only uncle, but many people are watching!" ”

"Ahem—"

Ling Songbai coughed lightly twice, embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

Xiao Shiqiao, who was standing beside Ling Songbai, blushed, lowered his voice and whispered to Ling Songbai: "Master, quickly put down the curtain." The daughter's family is thin-skinned, you look worry-free, and you are about to cry. ”

"Oh. Look at my memory! ”

Ling Songbai withdrew his hand, lightly lowered the sedan curtain, took a few steps back one after another, and waited patiently outside the carriage.

Jun Mo realized it later, and when he realized that dozens of eyes behind him were staring at his hand lightly covering Feng Wuwu's front placket, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to end it.

"Damn desire..."

He cursed in a low voice, intending to make a good impression on Ling Songbai.

If you don't think about it, the plan can't keep up with the changes.

At this moment, Ling Songbai will definitely treat him as a disciple who lingers in the flowers.

After a while, after Feng Wuwu tidied up his clothes, Jun Moran hardened his head and got out of the carriage with her.

"Uncle kept me waiting."

Feng Wuwu clasped his red cheeks with both hands, and said with a slight emptiness.