Feng Yueli's cold voice sounded outside the Fengyi Palace, and her voice was cold and shocking: "Which dog thing said that the body of this hall is not good?" Since the last time in this hall, his body has been very good, is Young Master Jiang trying to embarrass the national teacher of this hall? ”

When everyone heard Feng Yueli's voice, they were all stunned.

Someone had already heard earlier that Feng Yueli was stabbed by Rong Jingchen.

He has been lying in bed for more than a month.

Listening to the voice, she seems to be in good shape now.

Everyone looked in the direction of Feng Yueli's voice.

Feng Yueli stepped smoothly into the Fengyi Palace.

Everyone saluted when they saw her, but Jiang Wuxin didn't salute and looked at her indifferently.

She wore a white mopping smoke cage plum blossom baishui skirt, and she wore a moon satin embroidered magnolia butterfly dress.

Lined with a pale pink brocade wrap and embroidered with delicate gold-patterned butterflies on the cuffs.

A few lace laces are hooked up on the placket of the chest.

The skirt is as thin as a mist and silk yarn, and a gold belt is tied at the waist.

Extravagant and slim.

The air is like a quiet orchid, and there is a golden silk psychic jade lying quietly in front of the neck.

It adds a touch of elegance.

There is a pair of silver butterfly earrings hanging next to his ears, and a silver hairpin is used to hold the black hair.

Coiled into a delicate willow leaf hairpin, and then pinch a magnolia pin,

It looks fresh, beautiful and elegant.

Dai eyebrows are light, the cherry lips are not dyed and red, and the whole body exudes the sweet aroma of bluegrass, which is absolutely beautiful and cold.

The whole body exudes the atmosphere of nobility, and the beauty does not eat the fireworks of the world, and the beauty is reached.

It's so good-looking, not cannibalistic fireworks.

She glanced at Jiang Wuxin lightly, her expression was very flat, without any anger, let alone expression, so that people couldn't see what she was thinking in her heart.

Jiang Wuxin closed the fan in his hand: "Your Highness, the young master just said the wrong thing, please forgive me."

When he spoke, he didn't have any intention of apologizing, but it was extremely natural and disrespectful to Feng Yueli.

Feng Yueli didn't seem to see his impolite behavior.

She lowered her eyes: "The main hall has never taken these details to heart, Young Master Jiang has come from afar to work hard, you can send tea."

She motioned to the palace maids on the side to bring tea up.

There was a palace maid who really went to serve tea.

Jiang Wuxin took the tea, and didn't mean to drink it.

The corners of Feng Yueli's mouth swept a smile: "What, Young Master Jiang dislikes our Luan Kingdom's tea, isn't it delicious?"

Jiang Wuxin took a sip of tea: "Of course not, I just really think that His Highness is really too good too fast."

Feng Yueli sneered secretly in her heart, what Jiang Wuxin meant by this was that he wished she couldn't get better quickly?

She turned around and sat down at the sandalwood table next to her: "What does Young Master Jiang mean by this, don't you want the hall to get better quickly?"

Jiang Wuxin was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer Feng Yueli's words.

He was wrong to answer, and it was wrong not to answer.

If he answers, Feng Yueli will be better quickly.

Now Jiang Hanxiu hates Feng Yueli very much, if someone spreads the words to Jiang Hanxiu's ears.

When he returned to Jiang Cheng, Jiang Hanxiu would definitely teach him a hard lesson.

If he answers, he doesn't want Feng Yueli to get better quickly.

This Feng Yueli's mind is unfathomable, and she will definitely offend her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wuxin simply did not speak.

Feng Yueli took the teacup on the table and sniffed it: "What did Young Master Jiang want to do when he came here today?"

If Feng Yueli asked, she asked directly clearly and clearly.

There is no half-way around the bush, especially obscure.