A few people are worried, no matter how delicious the delicious taste is like chewing wax, Changyu Youle is a little interested, and keeps asking east and west, like where did this carpet inlaid with East Pearls come from, the flowers on it are girly flowers, and asked Xiaobai if his sweetheart gave it. I talked about the legend of the girl flower.

A mention of sweetheart, several people's thoughts have been pulled back, Xiaobai doesn't know what girl flowers, but she hasn't seen the flowers on the top, and the ancient housekeeper said that this carpet is produced in the south and east, she thinks it's probably the flowers of the east country, and she didn't care, I didn't expect this flower to have a poignant love story, and it was also given deep expectations, looking forward to getting your love response, hey... Who is she going to respond to?

But Guo Zhaoyang thinks that Xiaobai knows, could it be that Xiaobai has responded to his joy? "It's because I don't know enough to understand the meaning of this carpet."

The three of them looked at him in unison, thinking the same question, this story is not for you!

But Feng Mi found a trace of something strange in Guo Zhaoyang's gaze, which was something he had never been worried about, or rather, he had worried about Xiaobai, but he had never worried about Guo Zhaoyang because of this, could it be... Is he interested in Xiaobai?

"I don't understand, and the ancient housekeeper didn't say it, it turns out that there is such a story about the flowers of the eastern country." Xiaobai shrugged his shoulders, but saw that Guo Zhaoyang was lost a lot at once, and even his body stiffened.

Feng Mi frowned slightly, it seemed that he was right. "If you have too little knowledge, read more books, as the prince of the county prince's mansion, you can be idle all day long, which is really unorthodox."

Regardless of his identity, in fact, Guo Zhaoyang is two years older than Feng Mi, but Feng Mi is not only the eighth son of the emperor in Guo Zhaoyang's heart, but also a person he wants to get close to, but can never reach him, "Your Highness is right." ”

"Okay, you don't scare him." Changyu Youle looked at Feng Mi and said with a smile: "The prince has his own lessons from the county king, what kind of person are you idle." ”

Feng Mi also felt that the fire just now came inexplicably, so he didn't speak.

But Guo Zhaoyang was even more envious of the relationship between the two of them because of this, thinking that what if he had the identity of this son, it was better to have a good friend of life and death. It's not that he has a bad relationship with Yu Ke, after all, he has been friends for more than ten years, but he knows in his heart that Yu Ke is a little afraid of himself, which is an instinctive awe of the county king's mansion from his heart.

"But..." Changyu Youle said again, "The eighth master is also for your good, there are still a few days before the New Year's Festival, the king of the county is unwell and can't enter the palace, you should be by your side, otherwise it will be too easy to fall into the mouth, and you will also be taken advantage of by someone with a heart." ”

"Who doesn't know he's pretending to be sick, and he's eighty percent of the woman at this time...

"Shut up!" Feng Mi scolded softly, and said to Xiaobai: "Go and scald the pot of wine again." "I just don't want Xiaobai to hear the next words.

Xiaobai went to the kitchen, but she could still hear the conversation in the hall, the fire in the small stove was burning brightly, and she pulled out a piece of firewood.

"If you don't even care about your parents, then it's not wrong for the world to say that you are an emotionless brute." Feng Mi's voice is very good, it is obviously a lesson to people, but it sounds low and slow, like quicksand, which makes people sink. "If you really don't want to attack the lord, just go with your mother, just to make room for others, and let those courtiers shut up, the county king's mansion is not in chaos because of you."

"Eighth Master!" Changyu Youle's voice was obviously a little excited, "We just happened to meet him, An Ansheng has a good meal, what is this for?" ”

"I wanted to go with her, too, but she didn't want me at the beginning." Guo Zhaoyang smiled bitterly, "I didn't know that my biological mother was really someone else until I was eleven years old, and then my father locked me up, even if I wanted to find it, I couldn't do anything, I said early on that I was not a rare son, but no one believed me, what can I do?" It's better to really die, just make room for someone else. ”

"Then don't be reluctant to die." Feng Mi's soft words made the entire hall fall silent.

Guo Zhaoyang's breathing became a little short, not because of Feng Mi's ruthless words, but because he suddenly thought of what happened when he was a child, Wen Qing doted on him and took him with him all the time, so his temperament was like a little girl, although he was calm, he was timid.

"Eighth Master!" Changyu Youle looked at Feng Mi with resentment, and left virtue in his mouth!

Feng Mi's eyes flashed slightly, and she casually talked about the past, "Actually, I don't like cherries very much... It was probably the next words that evoked Feng Mi's very bad memories, and he suddenly fell silent, leaving the two at a loss.

Guo Zhaoyang suddenly remembered that when he went to the imperial palace for the last time, his father asked him to bring a basket of cherries to meet Concubine Xiu, but before he could pass the wisteria forest, he was stopped by Feng Mi, those cherries were thrown into the snow, and he was beaten by a few companions around Feng Mi, he cried and went to find his father, but he didn't expect to get a word from his father that he was no longer allowed to be delusional.

The emperor rewarded him with a lot of things, and said that he liked a calm and introverted child like him very much, he forgot how bad his father's face was at that time, he just felt embarrassed, and blushed for a long time.

"It wasn't directed at you at the time." Changyu Youle gave an explanation, he knew that when he was young, Guo Zhaoyang wanted to join their small group, but when the emperor chose a playmate for the emperor's eighth son, there were many considerations, although it was not entirely based on identity and family background, but the remaining few people, which person's family background could not shake the existence of Qingguo.

This is also Guo Zhaoyang's own experience over the years, how embarrassing the status of the Yaxian County Royal Mansion is. "Thank you, Your Highness, for telling me this."

Feng Mi took a sip of wine and said, "But what I don't like the most is carrots." As he spoke, he looked at the copper hot pot, and in the thick pure white mushroom soup, the round carrots were churning up and down.

"I've eaten half of it, and you said you don't like it, isn't this deliberately looking for Xiaobai's ballast?" Long Fish Yule smiled.

Xiaobai pursed her lips tightly and silently remembered it in her heart.

"If Your Highness doesn't like it, give it to me, I'm not a picky eater." Guo Zhaoyang quickly picked out all the carrots and ate them in a big gulp.

Feng Mi glanced at it and said softly: "But you don't like it either, don't force yourself to eat." ”

Guo Zhaoyang was slightly stunned, and the chopsticks that were almost to his mouth didn't know what to do.

"He said he was going to eat it, why are you still like this?" Changyu Youle filled his wine glass, drank it all, and began to feel bored, even if he didn't like the Junwang Mansion anymore, there was no need to target Guo Zhaoyang everywhere, right? Fengmi: What's wrong?