Rong Jingchen looked calm, and took the rice paper on the Fengyueli table.

Glancing at the words she wrote, Jian Mei couldn't help but wrinkle.

Between the gestures, it is the breath of a king.

Jingchen looked at Yueli and said, "Have you practiced calligraphy seriously?"

Feng Yueli snatched the rice paper in his hand with her bare hands and looked at it carefully.

She felt that her handwriting was already very good.

Why does he always feel ugly.

Feng Yueli sighed and said, "I think I've written well, Your Majesty, you're too picky, aren't you?"

She threw the rice paper in her hand on the sandalwood table: "I won't practice anymore."

A hint of pampering quickly flashed in Rong Jingchen's eyes: "Punish copying the "Female Ring" a hundred times."

Feng Yueli bit her lip, remembering Mrs. Zhou's words, she suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere in the Yikun Hall was particularly awkward.

made Rong Moyun feel uncomfortable.

Rong Moyun coughed: "Brother Huang, don't just punish Miss Zhou, help me think about how to refuse Mu Shuang's marriage first."

Rong Jingchen wore a luxurious brocade robe.

Wrapped in a handsome and straight body, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, like pine, bamboo, and cypress.

He wears a white jade belt around his waist with an inky gemstone inlaid in the center.

The gemstone is white and a little black, not only does it not look abrupt and weird, but it is very perfect and harmonious.

There was also a very conspicuous bell.

He leaned over and sat down, his expression cold: "Handle your own affairs by yourself."

Rong Moyun snorted coldly: "Miss Zhou, you help me be reasonable, I have helped the imperial brother with a lot of things before, and the imperial brother actually died this time."

Feng Yueli's beautiful face flashed with playfulness: "Since the emperor doesn't help the prince, then I'll help find a way, let's talk about it, what's the matter?"

Rong Moyun shrugged his shoulders and casually picked up the pen on the table to play with.

His eyes were full of irritability: "Mu Shuang is the only woman I have known since I was a child, I met at the age of eight, she has been annoying me, saying that she wants to marry me, I don't want to pay attention, she has annoyed me more and more, pestering me until now, this kind of woman, how can you be so unreasonable, a few days ago when I was drunk, I was accidentally pushed to the ground, she actually said that I was rude to her, and hanged myself at her house for more than ten days, his father gave me a wedding certificate yesterday, I refused, and those long-tongued women in the whole capital have to say that I am irresponsible, If you don't refuse, I'm just a sheep...... I'm a prince, and I have to be dignified......"

Speaking of this, Rong Moyun stopped talking, looking aggrieved.

It turned out to be for this kind of thing, Feng Yueli covered her mouth and laughed.

She couldn't help but tease: "It turns out that the prince of Moyun still remembers that he is a prince——"

Rong Moyun retorted: "Why don't I remember that I am a prince?"

Feng Yueli bent her eyebrows: "If you remember that you are the prince, how can you take one bite of me instead of this king?"

Rong Moyun was very angry by Feng Yueli's words.

His face was very unpleasant: "That's because I don't want to use that name."

Since he was a child, he did not like to call himself this king.

Everyone is used to it, and it seems that his imperial sister-in-law has no memory loss at all.

Feng Yueli frowned and thought about it for a long time.

After a while, the corners of her mouth swept a smile: "I have a way, but it depends on whether you can accept it, tomorrow you call her into the palace, after I communicate with her, I promise that she will never pester you again in the future."

Rong Moyun seemed to have seen a ghost, and he was skeptical.

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