Rong Jingchen slowly walked into the room: "Are you still running away?"

Feng Yueli shook her head, and the corners of her mouth swept an embarrassed but polite smile: "No, don't run away, Your Majesty, please spare my life."

She had wanted to run away like this, and he wouldn't catch up.

Unexpectedly, he broke the door.

Tonight—will it kill her?

Feng Yueli clenched her fingers, got up and took a few steps back.

She was dressed in white, and she was dressed in white.

The clothes are rusty and butterflies are dark, and a green silk is shaken shallow with butterfly steps.

The butterfly carved from the pearl on the forehead overnight emitted a faint light, and the eyebrows were swept lightly.

I don't apply powder on my face, but I still can't hide my stunning appearance.

A crystal necklace around the neck is more and more clear collarbone.

The white jade bracelet on the wrist is lined with snow-like skin, and a pair of gilt shoes on the feet are decorated with precious stones.

Beautiful eyes flowed, staring directly at Rong Jingchen.

The corners of her skirt fluttered, like a pale butterfly that had lost its breath in the dark.

Rong Jingchen finally saw her appearance clearly.

In the dim moonlight, he didn't see her face clearly.

It's the same at tonight's feast.

Only faintly see her face.

Feel déjà vu.

If you say that the women who are offered by the envoys, they are seven points similar to Feng Yueli.

Then her appearance is exactly the same as Feng Yueli.

Even Shen Yun is so similar, I'm afraid that I lost my memory and was covered by someone.

He slowly approached Feng Yueli and held Feng Yueli's hand tightly.

The demon's face slowly approached her, "Who the hell are you?"

Feng Yueli did not answer his words.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Si Xueyi came in.

He saluted Rong Jingchen and said, "See the emperor, your subordinates have lost their distance."

Rong Jingchen's slender fingers slowly let go of Feng Yueli.

He didn't like Si Xueyi very much: "Lord Si Yi said that you laughed, there are more women in your house who are so similar to the queen, it's really the biggest wonder in the world, why do you say there is such a woman in Kyoto?"

Si Xueyi was dressed in white like snow, and smiled warmly like jade: "Your Majesty, please don't joke with your subordinates, this girl is the third daughter of Zhou Qing and Zhou Cheng, Zhou Shui, if you don't believe it, you can go to Beijing and ask."

Rong Jingchen remembered the newly appointed prime minister.

It's just that he has never heard that Prime Minister Zhou has a daughter named Zhou Shui.

This Si Xueyi was underestimated by him in the past.

I didn't expect that Si Xueyi was so well prepared for this kind of thing, which was amazing.

Although Rong Jingchen didn't know what caused Feng Yueli to lose his memory.

But he knew that Feng Yueli was definitely saved by Si Xueyi.

If not, how could the aura on Feng Yueli's body be covered.

Anyone who has studied occult knows that this is disguised by spiritual power.

He also knew that he couldn't say Si Xueyi, after all, as long as Si Xueyi was still Si Yi's Lord for a day.

It is estimated that Si Xueyi has already made all preparations with Prime Minister Zhou Cheng.

Rong Jingchen raised his cold eyebrows slightly: "Okay, since that's the case, I'll bring the third lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion into the palace tonight."

Si Xueyi stopped: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's inconvenient."

A chill flashed in Rong Jingchen's eyes: "Really? Is it more convenient for her to live in your Siyi Mansion? ”

Feng Yueli was caught in the middle, very embarrassed.

There was a smile on her beautiful face: "Two, don't be like this, I won't follow anyone, how about I go to live in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Rong was shocked, and Si Xueyi said in unison at the same time: "Don't allow it!!"

Feng Yueli frowned.

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