After Concubine Ji left, Ji Chenxiao glanced at Feng Qingzhi, and she watched Concubine Qi leave at the door.

"Everyone is gone, stop acting." Hmph, that's convincing!

Feng Qingzhi's heart twitched, but she didn't say anything. She was going to find a quiet place to blow the flute. Concubine Zhu was so similar to his mother that he was almost amorous...... Concubine Zhu, what would happen to her if she knew she was using her in the future? You'll hate yourself. Maybe she doesn't deserve such a luxury as love in her life.

Seeing that this woman had neglected herself, she was annoyed: "Did I say it?" She didn't look back, and replied lightly: "You won't understand." "He won't understand. He's a cold-blooded animal, and he only deserves to kill. He doesn't deserve to love this kind of thing. And he went out of the merchant court.

What did she just say, this king doesn't understand? How can this be reasonable, I really went into the play, I don't know how many pounds and taels I have!

Feng Qingzhi didn't see Xue Qianyi, so she probably went to do business again, and she didn't say a word. She didn't go to Che Ting, she strolled alone*.

Nuan Yang took a very cute picture of her plain face, like a child, but she couldn't see the childishness and smiling face that belonged to the child, instead of silence and blandness.

The ladies are estimated to be resting in the dormitory, and the courtyard is wide and quiet, but it is very quiet! The corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, and she jumped onto the tiled roof of a dormitory. I sat down and picked up the flute and put it in front of my mouth and blew it.

The song is poignant and lingering, like crying and complaining. Circling the beam for three days, grief-stricken.

After a song, the sound of clapping was in the ears, and a hearty laugh was even more refreshing. "The white girl blew a good hand, so that I couldn't extricate myself from it." Wei Che didn't have the same frame and temper as Ji Chenxiao, he only called himself "I". made Feng Qingzhi's favorability towards him increase, but he still replied indifferently: "Your Highness said that it was funny, Bai Zhi blew it indiscriminately." ”

"You're insulting my IQ?" He chuckled. Feng Qingzhi had never seen a man who could smile so well, and the face of the senior brother appeared in front of her.

"Big brother?" What?" Wei Che was puzzled, and praised her for becoming stupid? Wei Che raised his hand and shook it in front of her eyes a few times, Feng Qingzhi was stunned at this time, knowing that she had lost her manners, and hurriedly said, "It's nothing, Your Highness praised it falsely." ”

Wei Che also sat down and asked, "Why are you doing a job on this tile roof alone?" A little closer, Feng Qingzhi's body leaned a little to the right.

Wei Che looked at her mysteriously and asked, "Is it difficult...... Will you do it lightly?" Feng Qingzhi tilted very uncomfortable, but still tried her best to spit out words: "I learned more or less from my brother." "That's right."

The two of them were talking on the rooftop, like best friends for many years. I didn't want to see Ji Chenxiao's expressionless face, and I couldn't stand Xue Qianyi's enthusiastic concern. She wanted to talk to Wei Che in front of her, even if she had only known each other for less than half a day.

Perhaps, she is thinking about Chi Luan. But she can't go back yet, she, can't help herself.

When I returned to the Shang Pavilion, I saw Ji Chenxiao sitting with a dark face in the hall facing the door, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone stood respectfully on both sides. Feng Qingzhi didn't want to pay attention to it, and walked straight to the right pavilion.

"Stop!" Ji Chenxiao's face darkened. This woman dares to ignore herself, can't such a big living person see it or what?

"Is there something wrong with Prince Ji'an?" She asked expressionlessly, her eyes full of indifference. King Ji An motioned for the pen and ink to go down, and the pen and ink carefully reminded in his ear when he passed by Feng Qingzhi: "Miss, be accommodating in a while." "Accommodation? Why does he have a temper and can't use his temperament?

"Just came back, where did you go?" Ji Chenxiao said. "Where I go has nothing to do with you, right?" Feng Qingzhi replied, his temper was really weird.

"Huh-" Ji Chenxiao arrived in front of Feng Qingzhi's eyes with lightning speed, and stretched out his hand to imprison her jade neck. Feng Qingzhi's eyes were quick and she dodged quickly. Ji Chenxiao stepped forward, and Feng Qingzhi lightly flicked and jumped onto the roof of the roof tiles. Ji Chenxiao's backflip took off to keep up.

Drawing out the sword, the silver light swept through Feng Qingzhi's eyes, his face was full of the short-sighted greed of the desirer, his eyes were so terrifying.

But Feng Qingzhi didn't notice his expression, her gaze stopped on the sword. This sword is a superior treasure, similar to his own red scythe sword, and the material used to cast it is the same, but the appearance has been slightly changed.

I saw this sword on the scroll of the Yinshu Pavilion in the Shuili Pavilion, and the name of this sword was - Dustless.

Feng Qingzhi looked at Wuchen, who was getting closer and closer to her, pulled out her hairpin and threw it at the sword, the sword was deflected, and her long hair fluttered.

"Hmph, the kung fu is good, and I can still go on the roof of the tile and have a tryst with Prince Nawei Che." Ji Chenxiao sneered.

Tryst? When is the tryst? Besides, what would get in his way.

Feng Qingzhi smiled lightly: "The wolf-hearted magnates have already controlled you, and a palace wall is no longer your world. The only one who controls me Feng Qingzhi is myself, not you. ”

Ji Chenxiao sneered and said, "Do you dare to say that you didn't want to have a crown princess or something when you approached Wei Che?" This princess of Ji'an is not enough for you to do? ”

He...... This is a great insult to yourself! She frowned tightly, and only after a long time did she speak lightly: "Depending on the joys and sorrows of life, honor and disgrace, honor and disgrace are like people, not indulging in lingering, not obsessed with vigorous, indifferent to the view of sorrow." ”

"What an indifferent look." He said coldly, how many untold stories does this woman have, who is she?