Jiang De took a deep sip of hot tea, and said, "Now the last chance is only for Cen Yin." Your Highness, you must try to surrender to Cen Yin, and no matter what conditions Cen Yin offers, you can agree. ”

Jiang Deshen's words are meaningful, anyway, getting Cen Yin's support now is the most important thing, and when Mu Youjing ascends the throne in the future, he will be in power, and the promise between him and Cen Yin is nothing!

The two exchanged a tacit look.

After a pause, Jiang Deshen reminded again: "Your Highness, we must solve the matter of the third princess as soon as possible." ”

Thinking of Xie Xiangling, Mu Youjing's face was as ugly as being slapped, and hatred swelled in his eyes.

Although there is no evidence, Mu Youjing is not a fool, the incident of Zhang Lan falling into the water in the Xuanguo Mansion that day was already strange, and afterwards, Mu Youjing learned that Xie Xiangling secretly went to the Xuanguo Mansion to attend the birthday banquet behind his back. After a little thought, he immediately understood that all this was Xie Xiangling's ghost.

Xie Xiangling's sinister purpose can be imagined!

Mu Youjing wanted to kill Xie Xiangling in his heart, but he didn't want to be notorious for killing his wife, so he could only kill people with a knife.

Originally, the most suitable candidates were the Chu family and the Zhang family.

Mu Youjing even sent someone to the Chu family, ostensibly saying that he was apologizing for disturbing Mrs. Chu's birthday banquet, but in fact, the real purpose was to imply that the Chu family's Zhang Lan fell into the water because Xie Xiangling did it, so that as long as Xie Xiangling was convicted, he would be able to divorce his wife justifiably, and he could also fight for a good reputation of being upright and selfless, but as a result, the Chu family didn't seem to understand his hints, and there was no movement.

The matter of disposing of Xie Xiangling was also delayed because of this.

This Xie family is simply a disaster!

Mu Youjing gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, thinking back to the past half a year, since he had a relationship with the Xie family, he had been getting worse and worse, and he was unlucky. Especially this Xie Xiangling is more like a leech, as if he has to suck the essence and blood off his body.

Whenever he thinks of the Xie family, Mu Youjing has a little resentment towards Jiang Deshen, thinking that Jiang Deshen knows people well and is not thoughtful.

Thinking that he still had to rely on Jiang Deshen, Mu Youjing quickly suppressed the slightest dissatisfaction in his heart, and said to himself, people are not perfect.

Mu Youjing's fingertips groped twice on the white porcelain embossed teacup, weighing the pros and cons in his heart: Xie Xiangling really can't stay anymore, there are one and there are two, Xie Xiangling will only continue to make trouble for him next, next time, what will she do?! Her instability must be resolved as soon as possible.

"Grandfather, if you can't do it, let her die violently!" Mu Youjing narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Deshen.

Although Xie Xiangling's death may attract some "speculation", Xie Xiangling no longer has a mother's family, and this matter can be easily suppressed.

Although the reputation of the continuation string is not very good, it is better than dragging it out like this, but it gives Xie Xiangling, a slut, an opportunity to take advantage of it, waiting for the opportunity to block himself.

Jiang Deshen nodded. This is also his idea, but Xie Xiangling is the third princess after all, and some things still have to be decided by Mu Youjing.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and the grandfather and grandson drank tea silently, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

After a while, Mu Youjing lifted his eyelids and asked again: "Grandfather, is it a foregone conclusion that Feng Yan will enter the jade?" "But there's still a chance to stop it?

Jiang Deshen had thought about this question for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "It's difficult. Unless it can be proved that Feng Yan has nothing to do with Emperor Chongming, but even the emperor has personally admitted this matter. ”

At that time, so many people present heard it with their own ears, and these people were all powerful and important ministers, and it was impossible to silence so many people.

"No evidence." Mu Youjing said coldly, "Father is really confused! ”

Jiang Deshen naturally didn't dare to answer this sentence, his eyes flashed slightly.

Although there have long been rumors in Beijing speculating that Feng Yan may be the son of Emperor Chongming, it has been almost nineteen years, and there is no basis at all, until the emperor wakes up and admits it in person, which can be regarded as turning the speculation into a fact.

As we all know, the emperor has not even been able to get up by himself since he had a stroke last year, and if the emperor can be blamed for being sick and confused, then the "certificate" of Feng Yan's life experience will be gone.

Jiang De pondered deeply.

Mu Youjing was a little upset, looking out of the window and looking at the street outside, Zhongsheng Street, people came and went, bustling and bustling, and there was no shortage of hawkers and traders on the street.

Horse-drawn carts and horses come and go, and there is an endless stream of them.

Suddenly, Mu Youjing's gaze was slightly condensed, and he saw a familiar figure riding by on the street below.

Feng Yan had already changed into a green lotus-colored woven gold brocade robe, and his combed high ponytail was tied behind his head and fluttered in the wind, looking high-spirited.

Mu Youjing subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the window sill, and couldn't help but think of the scene in Longzongmen just now, as well as the Xuanguo Mansion that day......

He felt the wound on his right shoulder start to hurt again.

Feng Yan only had his Zhen Zhen in his heart at the moment, how could he have time to pay attention to anything else, so he unconsciously rode his horse away from Zhongsheng Xie Street and came to Quanyu Street.

At this time, it is not yet time.

Feng Yan glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, and said in his heart: Zhen Zhen shouldn't have taken a nap at this time!

But in fact, it's okay to take a nap!

Thinking of Duanmu Scarlet's lovely sleeping face, Feng Yan's heartbeat couldn't help but skip two beats, and his phoenix eyes shone brightly.

Feng Yan casually sent Benxiao to play by himself, and he climbed the tree and the wall with the familiar way, and came to the Zhanqing Courtyard by flying the eaves and the wall.

Feng Yan deliberately went around to the back door of Zhanqing Courtyard, wanting to sneak into the inner room and wait for Duanmu Fei to surprise her, however, as soon as he climbed over the wall, he made a face to eye with Duanmu Fei.

Both of them were stunned, and their bodies froze.

Duanmu Fei was already in the inner room, still holding a celadon bowl in his hand, and was pouring the brown liquid of the bowl outside......

“……”

“……”

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and only the brown liquid was still spilling out.

Feng Yan, who was squatting on the wall, raised his eyebrows, meaning, what are you doing?

Duanmu Fei subconsciously straightened the originally inclined celadon bowl and put it back on the Ruyi small square table at hand.

"Ah Yan." She could only smirk at Feng Yan, and said in her heart: People really can't do bad things!

Feng Yan jumped down from the wall, as graceful and light as the agile cat. He walked quickly towards Duanmufei, and when he got closer, a strong smell of medicine penetrated his nose.

Obviously, the soup bowl in Duanmufei's hand contained the decoction.

"Zhenzhen, are you sick?" Feng Yan's right hand was propped up on the window sill, and his body jumped over the window sill briskly, looking at her with a worried expression.

Duanmu Fei was afraid that he would be worried, so he quickly shook his head and said, "I'm not sick." ”

Why take medicine if you are not sick. Feng Yan blinked, looking at the bowl of decoction that was still half-left, the tip of his nose moved, although his sense of smell was not as keen as Duanmu Fei, he could also recognize the ginseng and ejiao in this bowl of decoction.

"Tonics?" Feng Yan asked.

Duanmu Fei nodded again, and replied in a low voice: "It's a tonic sent by Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, and my sister made people boil." There was a bit of emptiness and a bit of confusion in his expression.

Feng Yan stared at the bowl of decoction, his brows furrowed.

Duanmu Fei looked at him like this, and his heart became more and more empty, and he reflected in his heart.

She raised her hand and pinched her nose, intending to drink the remaining decoction in the bowl in one go, however, Feng Yan was one step ahead of her.

Feng Yan raised his hand and picked up the bowl of soup and medicine, and poured it out of the window without saying a word......

Wow –

Duanmu was stunned to see that the empty bowl was put back on the square table by Feng Yan, and was stunned for a moment before he remembered to put down his left hand that was pinching the tip of his nose.

She couldn't see it herself, but Feng Yan noticed that the tip of her nose was pinched and slightly red, and her expression was a little coquettish, indescribably cute.

Feng Yan looked at her phoenix eyes so soft that they seemed to be overflowing, and said, "Don't take medicine." ”

Others don't know, but Feng Yan knows that Ah Ci is a medicine jar, she has been weak since she was a child, and she has eaten more decoctions than she has eaten, no matter where she goes, she carries emergency pills with her, and now she is in good health, what medicine to take!

It is! Duanmu Fei listened to the unspeakable usefulness in his heart, pursed his lips and smiled, as if the two had done a bad thing together, his eyes were shining.

"Ah Yan." Duanmu Fei stretched out his right hand towards Feng Yan, and his tail finger was slightly upturned.

This action speaks for itself.

Feng Yan also stretched out his right hand towards her, and his tail finger hooked Duanmu Fei's tail finger and shook it gently.

The hook hangs up, and it will not change for a hundred years.

The smile in Duanmufei's eyes became stronger, and he also shook his tail finger.

Duanmu Fei was about to withdraw his hand, and the corner of his eye suddenly glanced at the embroidered basket on the small pestle beside him, his body stiffened, and he secretly said badly. How did she forget this peacock cloak?

"......" Feng Yan keenly noticed that something was wrong with her, and raised his eyebrows.

Duanmu Fei was afraid that he would notice the unfinished cloak in the embroidered basket, so he leaned his upper body towards him, trying to block his vision.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret for you!" She said solemnly, her right hand hooking Feng Yan's tail finger shook again, and her voice was soft, sweet and glutinous, as if she was coquettish.

Her small face was less than a foot away from Feng Yan, so close that Feng Yan could almost count her eyelashes.

Duanmu's long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and even the heart with sealed inflammation flashed a few times, and his heart was about to be crisp.

"Then please." Feng Yan stared at her face and said stupidly, his mind blank. Anyway, what Zhen Zhen says, it's what it is.

As she spoke, Duanmu Fei vaguely felt that his warm breath seemed to spray on her cheeks, the skin on her face was a little hot, and the tail fingers of the two seemed to be rubbing against each other, ironing.

They seem to be getting too close......

Duanmu suddenly found that she seemed to have dug another hole for herself, and her heartbeat was pounding faster, echoing in her ears as clearly as a drum.

What to do? What to do? What to do?

Duanmu Fei only had these three words left in her mind, and suddenly her heart lit up and asked, "Do you want to drink tea?" ”

After the words came out, Duanmu Fei felt that this was really a good idea, and she could quickly hide the cloak by making tea.

"I'll make you tea." Duanmufei withdrew his right hand and wanted to make tea, but felt a tightness in his right wrist.

Feng Yan grabbed her wrist, pointed to the teapot next to her and said, "I'll drink this." ”

"Nope." Duanmu Fei also vetoed it more than he wanted.

Catching up with Feng Yan's puzzled eyes, Duanmu Fei racked his brains to think of using an excuse to fool the past, and blurted out: "Can I soak the same as others?" ”

Feng Yan was stunned and nodded thoughtfully. Of course, the tea made by Zhen Zhen is of course different from others!

Duanmu froze again, recalling what he had just said, and always felt a little coquettish and cheating.

"What's the same?"

At this time, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded outside the door curtain.

The seal and Duanmu Fei in the door curtain seemed to be frozen, frozen like ice sculptures.

Even if they don't look at people, they can hear the owner of this voice.

Immediately afterwards, the door curtain was raised from the outside, and Duanmujun walked in quickly, leaving the maids outside, and her eyes inevitably fell on Feng Yan's right hand that grabbed Duanmufei's wrist.

“……”

“……”

Feng Yan hurriedly withdrew his right hand.

Duanmujun originally came to see if Duanmufei had taken a nap, and if she hadn't slept, she would have asked her to try on new clothes, but she didn't expect to catch an uninvited guest.

Duanmu Jun glared fiercely at Feng Yan, who was sitting in front of him, and his bright face stiffened.

Looking at Duanmujun who was walking towards him, Feng Yan was alarmed in his heart.

When he was in the Xuanguo Mansion a few days ago, he felt that Duanmujun seemed to be a little dissatisfied with him, and it was really not his delusion.

Strange, did he do something wrong?

Feng Yan silently reflected in his heart: Was it because he had been away from Beijing for too long this time, or was it because Zhen Zhen held his hand in the Xuanguo Mansion last time, or did he write too few letters to his family that made Zhen Zhen worried?

Or, how many more letters will he make?

Thinking about it, Feng Yan stood up, honestly arched his hand at Duanmujun, and greeted: "Sister." ”

His demeanor was respectful and well-behaved, just like a student meeting a gentleman.

"You're back today?" Duanmujun asked, looking Feng Yan up and down, his eyes revealing undisguised pickiness.

Feng Yan nodded obediently: "I just came back this morning." ”

Duanmujun thought to himself: Feng Yan does have a sister in his heart, so he came to find his sister as soon as he returned to Beijing, which is acceptable.

However, the trial was still tried.

Duanmujun's expression became more serious, and he didn't shy away from Duanmufei, looked at Feng Yan and asked again, "You, what are you going to do now?" ”

"I have already asked Qin Tianjian to choose a day to open the Taimiao." Feng Yan had to answer all questions, for fear that the slow answer would make Duanmu Jun feel that he had something to hide.

"......" Duanmu Jun raised her eyebrows inexplicably, what Taimiao is not very templey, she cares about what Taimiao does.

For a moment, she almost wondered if Feng Yan was talking about him.

After thinking about it, Duanmu Jun simply made his words clear: "You, do you want to take a concubine?" ”

Yes?! Feng Yan was dumbfounded, as if he had been struck by lightning, and was dumbfounded.

He, he, when did he ever think about taking a concubine!

Feng Yan felt in his heart that this was simply June Flying Snow, it was too wrong!

"How could I!" Feng Yan hurriedly denied it, his tone was categorical, and he almost raised his hand and swore an oath.

He's only been gone for more than half a year, what the hell is going on?

Feng Yan looked confused, turned his head to look at Duanmu Fei, and thought: Zhen Zhen shouldn't think the same way, right?

Duanmu Fei was a little weak-hearted, and stood there obediently, not squinting.

Duanmujun still had a straight face, looking unmoved, but he was actually a little relieved. Of course, she didn't want Feng Yan to hurt her sister's heart, he didn't have a different heart, that was the best.

Duanmujun put on the posture of the eldest sister like a mother, and asked the third question: "Then what if someone else has to give you a concubine?" ”

"Killed." Feng Yan gave two words without thinking, and then hurriedly added two words, "Kill them all!" ”

Whoever blocks Zhen Zhen is blocking him!

If Vera doesn't want him, then where is he going to cry? Who to cry to?

Duanmujun's question came suddenly, Feng Yan was a little stunned at first, but gradually calmed down, his thoughts also turned, and he said secretly: Could it be that in the more than half a year that he has been away from Beijing, someone has been restless and deliberately sabotaged him and Duanmufei in front of Duanmujun?

Nine times out of ten! So who will it be?

Feng Yan's expression was solemnly opposite Duanmu Jun's eyes, his eyes were bright and clear, calm, and the wind and moon were bright.

Duanmujun looked at Feng Yan, his eyes were firm, and his expression was slightly softened. Well, Feng Yan's attitude is not bad, and he is barely worthy of his sister.

Feng Yan was still a little nervous in his heart, and he took the initiative to give up his seat to Duanmujun, "Sister, please take a seat." ”

This was originally his own home, and of course Duanmujun was not polite, and sat down with kindness.

Feng Yan personally took the teapot on the side and poured a cup of warm flower tea for Duanmujun, and personally sent it to Duanmujun, "Sister drink tea." ”

At the same time, he stuffed the empty medicine bowl to Duanmu Fei without a trace, winked at her, and motioned for her to put it away.

Duanmu Fei was even more weak when he saw this medicine bowl, and quickly hid the bowl behind a flower pot.

Duanmujun actually saw the small movements of the two, the tip of his nose moved, glanced out the window, and guessed something.

She suddenly felt a sigh in her heart that "the woman is not left". Hey, my sister will soon be someone else's.

Feng Yan didn't know what Duanmu Jun was thinking, so he said very consciously: "Sister, is there anything else you want to ask?" He looked at Duanmujun with burning eyes, hoping that she would ask more.

He couldn't let Vera think he had a different heart.

That's the person he has thought about for more than ten years, that's the person he has kept in his heart for more than ten years, and that's the person he wants to hold in the palm of his hand forever!

"......" Duanmujun was asked by him instead.

She had been thinking about trying Feng Yan for a long time, but today she happened to bump into Feng Yan, and it was a little sudden, except for the question of concubines, she really didn't think about it.

Feng Yan seized the opportunity to show his loyalty: "Sister, don't worry, I have absolutely no second heart for Zhen Zhen!" ”

That's good! Duanmujun was finally satisfied, but he still cleared his throat and pretended to warn sternly: "I want to investigate you carefully, and if I find anything wrong with you, I will cancel the marriage!" ”

Her sister is not so easy to marry!

When Feng Yan heard this, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and he looked at Duanmu Fei pitifully, his phoenix eyes blinked, as if to say, he is very good, very good, don't want him!!

Duanmufei was still looking at the medicine bowl that she had hidden behind the flower pot, and felt that this position was not well hidden, and she was wondering if she should hide it in another place, but she didn't receive Feng Yan's eyes at all.

The tail behind Feng Yan hung down pitifully, his ears drooped, and he secretly said in his heart: No, he has to inquire with his eldest brother, who is behind him in his absence!

Whoever dares to yin him should be mentally prepared to be reciprocated by him and beaten to death!

Wait a minute!

Feng Yan suddenly thought of something, could it be that someone wanted to rob him of Zhen Zhen and deliberately ran to Duanmu Jun to yin him?

It must be so!

This must not be left at that. Feng Yan said to himself in his heart.

Duanmu Jun saw that Feng Yan was accidentally ignored by his sister, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips.

Then, she cleared her throat again, and Feng Yan subconsciously straightened her back and stood straight, like a soldier who heard a military order.

Duanmu Jun stroked his sleeves, casually sent Feng Yan away, and said, "If you have nothing else to do, go back." Zhen Zhen still needs to take a nap. ”

Feng Yan wanted to say that he would not disturb Duanmu Fei's nap, but when he thought that Duanmu Jun said that he would also investigate himself, he didn't dare to have any objections at all.

"Then I'll go first." Feng Yan reluctantly looked at Duanmu Fei again, and this time, Duanmu Fei finally received his eyes and waved goodbye to him with a smile.

Feng Yan walked back step by step, of course, he still walked over the wall.

As soon as he left, Duanmufei finally breathed a sigh of relief and took out the cloak that he had hidden, and his facial features were wrinkled.

"Sister, half of the cloak is still unfinished."

Duanmu looked at the half-empty peacock tail feathers without tears, sighed, and felt sad for her nap in the soup.

Duanmu Jun was very distressed when he saw his sister like this, so he casually threw the cloak back into the embroidery basket, and said softly: "Zhen Zhen, embroider slowly, don't worry, don't be tired of your eyes, I don't dare to urge him to dry!" ”

"......" Duanmu Fei struggled between napping and embroidery, and the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the empty medicine bowl hidden behind the flower pot, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, remembering her and Feng Yan's little secret.

Duanmu silently began to thread the needle.

Duanmu Jun helped to divide the embroidery thread on the side.

Duanmu Fei chatted with Duanmu Jun all over the day while embroidering, one moment saying that she had recently found a few interesting books, another saying that she had read a Western medical book in the past few days, and another talking about the little parrot raised by Zhang Lan......

Duanmujun responded without a sound, and the atmosphere was very warm.

When Duanmu Fei embroidered a "eye circle" of peacock tail feathers, the laughter of the maids came from outside.

Duanmu Fei put down the embroidery needle, his eyes lit up, and he knew that it was Bi Cicada who was back.

Sure enough—

In the next moment, the cicada opened the curtain and came in, walking briskly, carrying two boxes of candied fruit in his hands.

"Fourth girl, the slave maid is really lucky today, I bought the golden silk dates of Honey Xingji and the last box of candied begonias."

Bi Chan saluted her master, and then opened the two boxes of candied fruit and sent them to the small square table between the two girls.

Duanmu Fei no longer had the heart to embroider a cloak, and ate candied begonias.

Each candied begonia is no more than the size of a finger, and the color is golden and clear, like the golden amber, sweet and delicious.

Bi Chan glanced at the half-embroidered cloak in the embroidery basket, remembered something, and said: "Fourth girl, now people outside are spreading that it is said that my uncle will ascend the throne in the future." ”

Bi Chan looked at her girl with a strange look in her eyes, and thought: Doesn't that mean that their girl is going to be the queen mother in the future?

Duanmu Scarlet was contented with a candied begonia, his eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and he smiled without saying a word.

Duanmujun also picked up a candied begonia and asked casually, "What else is going on outside?" ”

Bi Chan said truthfully: "Some people also say that the future aunt is not the son of Emperor Chongming, and it is unfounded, this must be Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of Anping and the future aunt in order to seek the dynasty and usurp the throne and want Li Dai Taozhuang, steal the dragon and turn the phoenix." ”

"Some people also say that the emperor has recognized it, anyway, there are different opinions, and it is very lively."

Duanmu Fei is too lazy to care, and the most annoying thing in her heart now is that her cloak has not been embroidered yet!!

Thinking about it, she suddenly felt that the candied begonias in her mouth were not sweet.

Hey, I'm afraid that this cloak won't be embroidered for another month, or why don't she put it away again and use it as a birthday gift for Feng Yan?

At this moment, Feng Yan had already returned to the Eldest Princess Anping's Mansion and sneezed coldly.

The porter on the side took the horse rope and said playfully: "I don't know who is thinking about the son." ”

Could it be that Zhen Zhen is missing herself? Feng Yanmei thought to herself, and walked briskly towards the main courtyard, almost about to float.

An Ping was in the left room, and when he saw his son wearing a bright green lotus-colored robe, he remembered the peacock cloak that Duanmu Fei was embroidering, and hooked his lips and smiled.

"Ah Yan, have you been to see Zhen Zhen?" An Ping said in a mocking tone, the more he looked at his son, the more he felt that this kid was stupid. Fortunately, Scarlet doesn't dislike her stupid son!

Feng Yan calmly said "um" and raised his right eyebrow, always feeling that his mother's smile was a little meaningful.

An Ping thought about it again, felt that it was wrong, and said, "Then why did you come back so quickly, ......?" When I finally met my sweetheart, shouldn't I have a good sweet talk?

An Ping had a flash of inspiration, "Ah Yan, you shouldn't have been caught, right?" ”

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There are so few monthly passes for these two days, it must be because Ah Yan is too unpopular!