Once upon a time, he rarely spoke.

Is it that they are all suffering from gains and losses now, and have experienced too much.

So, he didn't want anything to happen to her now, so he was so good to her.

Feng Yueli felt a wave of warmth in her heart.

But she'll never understand.

Rong Jingchen was waiting for her to return to Luan Country in those days.

He almost counted the days, worried that she would not be able to eat and sleep in peace.

I'm afraid that she will be calculated by Jiang Wuxin in Jiang City, and I'm afraid that the poison in her will attack.

Fortunately, yesterday, she told him everything she had experienced these days, and he was relieved.

Feng Yueli lowered her eyes slightly, and used her pen to record what the palace maid said.

After writing for a while, Rong Jingchen's slender fingers held her hand, and Yueli looked at her in amazement.

His magnetic voice whispered in her ear: "Look at you, you can't write well like this, why is it always so ugly?"

The corner of Feng Yueli's mouth swept a smile: "You are by my side, my heart will always be absent-minded, of course it is ugly."

Rong Jingchen sighed: "Then I'll write it."

Feng Yueli had no choice but to nod, raised her hand, and motioned to the palace maids who were kneeling on the ground to escort them away.

Feng Yueli's expression was calm, and she watched the twists and turns from the sidelines.

In the past few days, the Luan Kingdom has been rapidly recovering the power of the major cultivation families and wealthy families.

Fortunately, there are still former ministers, and there are people who can deal with the contradictions between these families, as well as the problems of money and numbers.

Fortunately, the former mines of Luanguo are still there, and they have not been taken away by those who have a heart.

The princes of the South China Continent have been staring at the gold and silver mines of Luan for a long time.

This shows that after Rong Jingchen died in Luanguo, he has really been guarding all this for her.

Yueli's fair-skinned and slender fingers touched a red post, and then I remembered that tomorrow would be the banquet for the National Celebration of the Restoration of Luan.

At that time, the Dragon Yu Shuanghui and the princes of various countries will come over.

Long Yushuang, Feng Qianxia calculated all kinds of things about her at that time, and she Feng Yueli still remembers it clearly now, and she has not forgotten it.

The main thing for her to hold this banquet this time was to test Long Yushuang and see if he would show any horses.

After all, people, once they do something wrong, no matter how long it takes, there will be times when their hearts are weak.

No matter how Long Yushuang pretended to be calm, he couldn't hide the weakness in his heart.

Long Baiyan's death will never be inseparable from him and Feng Qianxia.

As long as she finds the crux of the problem in these things, she can clear her name as not a thief.

This time, calling them over was just a simple temptation.

Feng Yueli's expression was complicated, and she clutched the post in her hand tightly.

Soon, the day passed like this.

On the second day, Feng Yueli went to Fengyi Hall very early alone.

The princes of all the nations have not yet arrived.

Feng Yueli sat down in advance.

In just half an hour, the princes of all countries were present.

Long Yushuang entered the banquet with the lords of other countries, and as soon as he entered the banquet, there was nothing strange about his whole person, and he was talking to the princes of various countries throughout the whole process.

Feng Yueli's slender fingers took a sip of the wine glass on the table.

His eyes kept falling on Long Yushuang's body.

Of course, Long Yushuang also noticed that Feng Yueli's gaze stayed on him.

However, he had to feign composure.

Otherwise, it would not be good for him to show some flaws.

He didn't want everyone to know that his brother's death had something to do with him.

Long Yushuang glanced at Feng Yueli, and then spoke to the others.