Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Banquet?

"Xiao Yueyue, why are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time. ”

Ling Yuemo was walking in a beautiful garden, she didn't expect that there was such a clean place here, just when Ling Yuemo wanted to go in and take a look, Feng Yuxue didn't know where to come out.

Ling Yuemo could only give up and stop where she was waiting for her to come over.

"I said Xiao Yueyue, didn't you come directly to Fenghe Palace? How did you get here? Come with me. Feng Yuxue said and pulled Ling Yuemo out.

"It's not like I can't get in, and then I walked around, the scenery here is good, why don't I go and take a look here?" Ling Yuemo was lazily dragged away by Feng Yuxue, with a reluctant face, she really didn't want to see that person again, that person gave her the feeling that it was a huge trouble.

Feng Yuxue stopped when she heard this, turned around and looked at Ling Yuemo with a serious face: "Do you know who lives there?" What do you think this place is? And didn't I give you a token? That token is enough to make you walk sideways inside the palace. ”

Feng Yuxue didn't say that it was okay, but after saying this, Ling Yuemo was even more curious about what kind of bull ghosts, snake gods, and gods lived inside.

"I forgot the sign, so who lives in it? Why are you so nervous? Feng Yuxue successfully aroused Ling Yuemo's curiosity, she had to know what lived inside.

"I said Xiao Yueyue, you don't want to see the baby anymore? Are you sure you want to spend your time here? Feng Yuxue glanced at Ling Yuemo, Xiao Yueyue is good at everything, but this love for babies and curiosity can't be changed, I really don't know what to do with her.

Ling Yuemo looked at the garden, then at Feng Yuxue, and thought for a moment: "Let's go, go to Fenghe Palace." ”

Feng Yuxue smiled brightly, Xiao Yueyue really still likes babies.

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The two of them came to the main hall in a low-key manner, the singing and dancing in the hall was leveling, it was extremely lively, the princes, nobles and ministers almost arrived, chatting in groups of three or five, and some people were drinking alone on the side.

Feng Yuxue pulled Ling Yuemo to sit in the back position in a low-key manner.

This was a sharp shout from outside: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived, His Royal Highness King Feng has arrived, His Royal Highness King Heng has arrived, Princess Prince, Princess Heng has arrived at ......"

Then the hall fell to its knees......

"Ministers see His Royal Highness the Prince, His Royal Highness King Feng, His Royal Highness King Heng, Crown Princess Niangniang, Princess Heng Niangniang......"

"Everyone, please get up, today is for my fourth emperor brother, and also the god of war of our Fengxi country, you don't have to be restrained, just feel free." The prince was dressed in a bright yellow robe with gold trim, like a jade man made of flawless jade, and he smiled kindly, making people unconsciously nod along with his words.

"Fox." Next to the prince stood a man in pale blue clothes, his high nose, thin lips, and sword-like eyebrows flying diagonally into a few strands of black hair under the corners of his temples, and his voice was low and full of disdain.

He is the third prince Hengwang Feng Yufeng.

'In ancient times, it was really a beautiful man, these three people stood together, and they were shocked. ’

Ling Yuemo held the white jade wine glass in her fine hand, and while tasting it slowly, she looked at the few people standing above the main hall.

I originally thought that Mo Yu and they were already at the level of first-line stars, but I didn't expect that this prince and King Feng, King Heng would actually have such amazing appearances, they are so beautiful that they can't be described.

You must know that the men she used to see in the army were black men every day, where is there such a beautiful man with such a peerless style.

Ling Yuemo was unconsciously fascinated, so much so that after King Feng and the others sat down, Ling Yuemo hadn't retracted his gaze.

Feng Yurin seemed to feel a familiar look, her blue eyes skimmed slightly, looking in Ling Yuemo's direction.

Who is this woman? It seems that he has been away from the imperial capital for many years, but it has become more interesting.