Yu Zhiyan raised his head and stared into his angry eyes, "Your sister is the crown princess of the dynasty, and your father is a first-class master, what else can't be asked, but if my fiancé has a good one, I will be widowed for him for the rest of my life." ”

His eyes suddenly became manic, and suddenly, he leaned over and kissed her pale lips fiercely.

The smell of a strange person swept through her limbs, and her head was full of her sister's tragic situation before she died.

Her hands pushed desperately against him, but all her strength was nothingness in front of him. He was so domineering, and she was like a lamb to the slaughter.

Until she felt suffocation.

"Dong Lang, if Lord Ling Zun saw you forcing a woman like this, I don't know how he would feel." A lukewarm voice came, but it was enough to make Dong Lang's face change greatly.

Yu Zhiyan's face was full of remorse, she never thought that such an embarrassing situation could happen to make Feng Huang bump into her, maybe the two of them were making too much trouble, and they didn't even notice when he came over.

He finally left her lips, let go of the hand that was clamping her shoulder, and then said to the visitor with an angry face, "Why do the prince bother with the affairs of our mansion, your newlywed Yan'er, you are so protective of the maids in my mansion, you are not afraid of the princess of the world?" ”

Only then did Yu Zhiyan notice that Jin'er was standing beside the prince of Nan'an, looking at her and Donglang with complicated eyes.

Feng Huang looked at them condescendingly, and his tone was still gentle and elegant, "Yesterday I agreed with Miss Yan'er that she would accompany me into the palace today." ”

Dong Lang sneered, "There are countless maids in my house, why do you have to pester Yan'er, she is the person I like, why should the son of the world win people's love?" ”

His last sentence was visibly angry.

Feng Huang seemed to ignore him, and said in a gentle voice, "Miss Yan'er, if you delay any longer, you will miss the time to enter the palace." ”

His voice was so gentle that his cheeks turned crimson, and he turned to walk towards him.

Her slender arm was clutched by Dong Lang, and when she looked up, she met his eyes.

He stared at her deadly, his eyebrows furrowed, "If you go to him, I will never forgive you." ”

At that moment, Yu Zhiyan suddenly had some fear, what kind of crazy thing this man would do, "The slave just begs you to let go of your life." ”

"Good, good." He shot at Yu Zhiyan's gaze, with a chilling coldness.

After he finished speaking, he left, leaving only the filled lake and the thoughtful phoenix.

Even Yu Zhiyan himself was very curious, how this Donglang could fill the lake overnight, but he really underestimated him. However, she didn't have the heart to think about it so much.

Yu Zhiyan has never entered the palace, but he used to hear his uncle mention what it was like to enter the palace and face the saint, and he only felt very envious, and now that he has entered this red brick and green tile imperial city, he can't help but look around.

She had already exchanged clothes with Jin'er, and walked along the long road with Feng Huang.

However, when they passed through the Imperial Garden, the flowers everywhere and the rich fragrance were enchanting.

Behind the heavy branches, there was a faint sound of a woman's laughter, and through the heavy flower branches, there was a beautiful woman in palace clothes who was holding a fan and fluttering butterflies.

The woman's chin is pointed, her eyes are black, her figure is slender, and her eyebrows are all beautiful. The hairpin rings between her temples jingle with her movements, but some daughters are naughty and delicate.

Yu Zhiyan subconsciously turned his face to look at the man next to him, but saw that his dusty and arrogant face had some complicated colors. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and grabbed a branch of begonia flowers, but it was ravaged in a moment.

At this time, the little eunuch who was originally standing on the stone steps ran over, "Shizi, the crown princess asked you to enter the garden alone, she has something to say to you." ”

Yu Zhiyan suddenly realized, no wonder she felt that this woman was a little familiar, it turned out that she was half similar to Dong Lang.

Feng Huang glanced at Yu Zhiyan, turned around and entered the imperial garden, the woman who was playing suddenly stopped, and then called softly, "Brother Feng." ”

This call was heard clearly by Yu Zhiyan, but there were attendants and palace maids at the door, and he couldn't enter at all.

She watched as the pair of figures slowly walked towards the pavilion, one dressed in white and the other in a turquoise palace dress, looking like the characters on the mural.

The crown princess Gu Yinglian smiled, but there were faint tears in her eyes, she sat on the stone bench, but her hands were tightly twisted.

"Brother Feng, I heard that you married the second lady of Shangshu Mansion, right?" She continued in a questioning tone, "Why did you marry me today, is it because he is the sister of that woman?" ”

Feng Huang still had an alienated smile on his face, "You are married to the crown prince, please respect yourself?" ”

"Self-respect?" A line of clear tears ran down Gu Yinglian's stunning face, "At the beginning, I promised to marry in the East Palace, but I was just angry with you, and now I regret it." ”

A trace of disgust spread out of Feng Huang's eyes, but it was fleeting, "How can Weichen be virtuous, Niangniang ruined the happiness of her life for the sake of anger, the prince is the son-in-law, and the emperor values him the most, why should you be obsessed with Weichen." ”

Gu Yinglian had tears in her eyes, don't turn her head to wipe the corners of her eyes, and choked up: "That prince is obviously a person who is in the twilight of the day, he has not yet become the emperor, he has already had countless beauties, I am afraid that if I wait for another two years, I will not be able to live in the East Palace." ”

"This matter has nothing to do with Wechen." Feng Huang's face was filled with infinite coldness.

The crown princess's face is blue and red, and he is so cold, but he can't give it up.

Feng Huang turned around and wanted to leave, but he heard the princess's cold questioning voice from the pavilion, "Tell me, is the child in Yu Zheshuang's belly yours?" ”