Standing at the door and looking at such a cold restaurant, there was indelible hope in Hanxin's eyes, "Based on Longdu, start here!" It sounds like a promise, but it sounds more like a vow.

The next day, the place was repainted. It's not a worker who came from where to find a chill, he is extremely efficient and fast. In just five days, this deserted restaurant has changed its appearance again, no longer see the original dull, conservative, instead of a three-story octagonal building standing firmly at the corner of the street, unique shape, bright colors are particularly eye-catching, the plaque hanging on the roof of the building is written with three words "Fengxian Building".

The majestic and powerful three words add a bit of charm to this newly opened restaurant, so that passers-by stop and look at it from time to time.

Whether it is the table and chair placement or the orientation of the pavilion in the Fengxian Building, it is no longer the original appearance, the novel furnishings, the dazzling private room and idle seats, everywhere is refreshing. On the third floor, there is an independent private room, carved railings and painted columns, green trees and flowers, which has a unique taste, and the natural price is relatively high.

Before it opened, there were all kinds of rumors about Fengxian Tower, some good and some bad, but the cold heart was not to hear what was going on outside the window, and was dedicated to taking care of Fengxian Building.

Tianfu Street is still as lively as ever, but I don't want the Zongfu to be immersed in mourning at this time.

No one expected that Zong Xiaoran, the number one beauty in Longdu, was not only suffering from any disease, but also died of illness in just half a month, and when she died, she was already skinny and bloodless, as if she had run out of oil and died.

The Zongfu has long been hung with white silk, and the inside and outside of the mansion are filled with a compelling death.

When the news of Zong Xiaoran's death reached the prince's mansion, the crown prince Ling Yan was still immersed in the joy of fish and water with Concubine Li, and when he heard the report of his subordinates, he couldn't help but be shocked for a few seconds, although this Zong Xiaoran was given marriage by the emperor, and he had been married for a few years, which was closer than ordinary strangers.

Ling Yan hurriedly got off the bed and immediately summoned someone to dress and serve.

"Prince, but you want to go to the Zongfu?" Concubine Li's voice came out of the gauze tent slowly, a little hoarse in her sweetness, and she was screaming too much just now.

Ling Yan glanced in the direction of the gauze tent, "Naturally, I want to take a look, although this prince and that Xiaoran have no conjugal relationship, but nominally she is always the crown princess of this East Palace." ”

Concubine Li finally heard this favorite word, and replied again: "The prince is going to see the crown princess, no matter how you say it, this princess is also the first beauty in Longdu, and the beauty should be radiant in the twilight." There was even a little joy in the words, thinking about this laughter, this prince's backyard is not his own world, he should be happy.

At this time, Ling Yan didn't hear the words of Concubine Li at all, and was thinking about how to explain how to go to the Zongfu to explain that he hadn't seen Zong Xiaoran for so many days, this Zong Xiaoran had no scheming, and everything was easy to fool, but this Zong Zhengtan was an old minister who had been galloping in the court for many years, and his mind was extremely transparent, as long as he didn't pay attention to it, maybe what he buried today would be a huge bane.

After hurriedly getting dressed, Ling Yan led his men out of the door.

Zongfu's eyes have long been white. The sound of crying and sobbing came from the house from time to time, making the deserted street a little more lonely.

Amid the sound of Dada's horses' hooves, Ling Yan finally came to the Zongfu. Along the way, I was thinking about how to deal with Zong Zhengtan, but I felt that this journey was too short.

The guards at the door just reported that they saw a middle-aged man wearing a mourning dress coming to the gate. The hard facial features reflect the incomparable vicissitudes of life, and the originally tall body looks slightly hunchbacked, thinking that the pain of losing a daughter is a great blow to the middle-aged father.

"See His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Zongzheng Tan bowed and worshipped. Even if he is his son-in-law, he can't forget this etiquette at any time.

Ling Yan looked at the man kneeling on the ground, the slight uneasiness in his heart disappeared, and he originally felt that he might be a little inappropriate in treating Zong Xiaoran, and he would apologize when facing Zong Zhengtan, but now that he saw this situation, he deeply understood that the sentence sent by Empress Xiao was "It's okay, you just need to put yourself in the right position." "What the hell does it mean?

As soon as the news of Zong Xiaoran's death spread, Empress Xiao sent someone into the Prince's Mansion, and just happened to meet Ling Yan who was about to go out to the Zong Mansion, the guard enshrined Empress Xiao's handwriting, thinking that she had already expected her son's thoughts, as soon as this letter came, Ling Yan's heart seemed to be reassured.

He is the crown prince, even if he does things a little inappropriately, but this identity is here, even if Zong Zhengtan is unwilling, he doesn't dare to say it.

"Father-in-law, hurry up, don't need to be polite." As he spoke, Ling Yan leaned over slightly, wanting to support the old man who had lost his daughter.

Unexpectedly, as if on purpose, Zong Zhengtan stepped away slightly, causing Ling Yan's hand to stop in mid-air, slightly embarrassed.

Ling Yan had no choice but to retract his hand stupidly, "As soon as Bengong heard the news that Xiaoran was seriously ill, he was shocked, so he hurried over, wanting to see her for the last time, but he was still a step late. As he spoke, the sadness on his face could not be hidden, and the drooping eyelids seemed to fall with infinite mourning. The people around him were moved.

Zong Zhengtan glanced up at Ling Yan and said in a low voice: "Thank you for the prince's memory, the little girl is very relieved." Saying that, that scene floated in front of him again, and Zong Zhengtan couldn't forget his daughter lying in his arms and crying in a low voice: "Father, the most wrong thing a child did was to enter the East Palace and marry Ling Yan." The choked voice and the sad face were something that Zong Zhengtan had never seen on his daughter's face.

His daughter has a lively personality since she was a child, and rarely cries, but after she suddenly returned home that day, all she saw was her daughter hiding her face and crying in a low voice, or silent, it can be seen that she was not happy in the prince's mansion, and then her daughter was seriously ill, and the Zong Lord sent someone to spread the word, hoping that Ling Yan would come to see his daughter, but there was no response until her daughter passed away. Now hearing this explanation, Zong Zhengtan only feels so pale and powerless, a lie is just a lie after all, and no matter how beautiful it is, it can't be true.