"It is expected that the past life will be married, and the couple will be matched in this life. However, half a year of marriage, morning and twilight enmity. If you don't get along, you think it's a grudge in your previous life. Resentment against each other, so relative. Since the two hearts are different, it is difficult to return to the same mind, in order to seek a part, each return to the original way. In the future, one will be separated and two will be fine, and then they will discuss marriage, and they will have nothing to do with each other. Hope... The beloved wife recombs the cicada sideburns to match her lover again. ”

At the end of the pen, the ink is dry, a song breaks the bowels, the two compartments are separated, they are happy, and they remarry their lovers, without interfering with each other.

The night breeze was blowing, Feng Yue pushed the window, looked at the place where the candle was burning, the figure swayed, half ringed, the candle flame was extinguished, and the figure was no more.

sighed slightly, raised his glass and drank alone, and the corners of his mouth covered a trace of bitterness.

Tomorrow, let me give her this letter of reconciliation.

Another night of drunkenness, and when I woke up the next day, it was already three poles of the sun, and no one came to call, and no one dared to call.

Rising cross-legged, his mind ached, and suddenly, a familiar soft voice sounded outside the door.

"Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince feeling better?"

"Back to the crown princess, I haven't seen anyone, and I don't allow anyone to enter."

"I'll go in and have a look."

"Niangniang, forget it, Your Highness is emotionally unstable, I'm afraid I will hurt you."

She's coming in? Want to see him like this?

Feng Yue was subconsciously a little flustered, and some wanted to hide, not wanting her to see her like this.

But the house was in such a mess, and the little light from the windows illuminated every inch of the place, and he was like a mouse hiding in a dark corner, afraid to see the sun.

However, just as Jiang Rou'er was about to push open the door of the house, there was a commotion outside, and the eunuch came to read it out with the holy decree.

"The decree arrives..."

Jiang Rou'er glanced at the closed door, sighed slightly, then picked up the hem of her skirt and walked forward quickly to receive the order.

Feng Yue, who was hiding in the shadows, actually breathed a sigh of relief, and then, laughing at himself, he thought, this holy decree is probably coming to rob him of his title.

Sure enough, the holy decree has been issued, and he has taken the honor of Prince Fengyue, although he has not been demoted to a commoner, but who in this palace is not taking people to cook?

He is now a degraded prince who doesn't even have a title!

Scold... He also took the title of a sister-in-law, which used to be an advantage for him, but in the future... I'm afraid it's in the way of many people, I just want to kick this stumbling block away!

Who these people will be, perhaps, will soon come to light.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, all the palaces are busy, and the queen also wants to take this opportunity to let Feng Yue behave well in front of Emperor Wen, after all, it is father and son, where is there any overnight feud?

Taking away the title of the crown prince can be regarded as a punishment for Feng Yue, and after that, the Praetorian Guards stationed outside the East Palace have also been withdrawn, leaving only some guards who originally guarded the East Palace.

Now that he has been deprived of the title, it is not suitable to live in the East Palace again, but Feng Yue has not yet been titled and lived in other palaces, so he can only move to other palaces.

Feng Yue didn't make a fuss anymore, but he still drank all day long, muddy, and couldn't cheer up, the queen came twice, persuaded twice, but it didn't work, Feng Yue still didn't have any fighting spirit, and he was already defeated.

The whole of the East Palace was packing their bags, and some eunuchs who had a way to go to Gong E had already found their next home to serve other masters.

Soon, Feng Yue and Jiang Rouer and their entourage moved out of the East Palace, but fortunately, in the end, they were the princes, and the palace courtyard they were assigned to was not bad, and they could live in it with a little cleaning.

"Miss, tonight is the appointed day, just in time to arrive in the new environment, easy to do, Miss... This time, you can't be soft-hearted. ”

Jiang Rou'er lowered her eyes and looked at her slender ten fingers, in the past on the battlefield, her fingers had grinded out thick calluses, and it was only a year later, and the calluses on her fingers gradually faded.

"Got it, I'm hungry."

"The slave will get you something to eat."

"No need, you clean up, there are few people in this palace, I'll just go get some food myself."

There is a small stove room in the palace, so it is not difficult to get some food.

Jiang Rouer kneaded the dough and cooked some noodles, she used to march and fight, not to mention cooking some simple food, even small things like hunting and threading needles, she would do it.

The food is fragrant and attracts gluttonous customers.

A person poked into the door, but it was not a bystander, but Feng Yue, who was looking for the fragrance.

Although he still drinks all day long, he is not as embarrassed as he was at the beginning, he has lost a lot of weight, and his cheeks and cheekbones have come out.

"Your Highness? Come over for some food?"

Jiang Rou'er smiled softly and put the noodle bowl on the table.

Feng Yue hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped through the door and sat down at the table.

Jiang Rouer took a bowl and put some noodles and soup into it.

"Add an egg?"

"Well..."

Feng Yue hadn't eaten well for a long time, and she was hungry at this moment, so she nodded slightly and answered lightly.

Jiang Rou'er's movements are sharp, as if she is very skillful.

"You do this a lot?"

"Boiled noodles, you say?"

"Well..."

Pretty much.

"You haven't marched, have you?"

Feng Yue was slightly stunned, his stiff neck shook his head.

His status is noble, and he will be a prince in the future, and he must not take such a risk.

"These are very simple, when marching, sometimes we will set up camps in the field, we will set up tents and pots on the spot, each around the pot to make some food, whatever there is to put it, it is always fragrant to cook, if it is winter, we can eat this hot mouthful, not to mention how satisfying."

It was the first time Feng Yue had heard Jiang Rou'er mention this, and it was even the first time she had heard her say so many words in one breath.

As she spoke, Jiang Rouer quickly added an egg and chopped green onion to his bowl.

When she held it in front of him, Feng Yue frowned slightly, glanced at Jiang Rou'er, and stopped talking.

"Taste it."

Jiang Rou'er knew that he hadn't been able to eat a bite these days, and he should be hungry at this time.

Feng Yue nodded slightly, took the chopsticks, and first picked out the floating circle of green onions one by one.

"You... You don't eat shallots? ”

"Yes, I don't like it."

"How old are you, still picky."

Jiang Rouer muttered, and between the two, there was a feeling that the distance had been narrowed. Feng Yue was slightly stunned and wanted to look up, but saw a pair of chopsticks stretched out into his bowl and picked out the green onions for him.

Feng Yue raised her eyes to look at her, her face and eyes were full of tenderness.

The book hidden in his sleeve was a little reluctant to give it to her.

Didn't he come to deliver and leave the book originally?

"I'm done picking, let's eat it."

"Yes."

Feng Yue responded, bowed his head and ate the noodles, the taste in the mouth was very good, like his heart that was covered at the moment. The mood is also very good.

Throughout the afternoon, Feng Yue's mood was excellent, and he even opened the door and opened his arms, feeling the warmth of the sun shining on his body. Although he lost the crown prince and the battle for the prince, he may not have lost everything.

If this situation is in this situation, it can be quiet for a long time, live up to the years, and live up to the king's heart.