A phoenix chariot with a white veil hanging from all sides, carried by eight handsome young men with burly figures, was walking from the stone road on the west side.

The phoenix chariot is made of sandalwood imported from the Yanyun country, and there are only three royal chariots made of sandalwood as raw materials, one is the emperor's dragon chariot, one is the phoenix chariot of the eldest princess, and one is the imperial chariot of His Royal Highness King Lian.

The silk curtain hanging around the phoenix chariot is made of the most delicate material, which is light and breathable, and the concealment is very strong, and the scene inside the phoenix chariot can hardly be seen from the outside.

The raw materials of this veil are also imported from Yanyun Kingdom, which is very precious, but the emperor only gave such good material to the eldest princess.

Si Xueying's eyes couldn't hide her jealousy, she snorted heavily, and she didn't care if she would be heard by the other party. Intense anger and jealousy almost engulfed her, and her whole body was boiling with fire.

There is a string of golden bells hanging in the corner of the phoenix, and the cool sound of "sand bell" and "sand bell" is emitted from this string of bells, which is crisp and pleasant.

A twenty-one or twelve-year-old man walked silently beside Feng Yuan, with a handsome face, an angular outline, eyebrows like a sword, eyes like ice, a long height, a vigorous posture, and a faint force. Different from the appearance of the traditional Feng Ying Kingdom man's sick and weak Sven, this man is unusually strong and rarely tough. The dark eyes seemed to be dyed with ink, cold and sharp, making people dare not approach.

He was wearing a silver-white high-necked robe, with a cold sword at his waist, and his eyes did not squint, and his face was indifferent.

Si Xueyan glanced at him, her cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest.

Si Xuerou didn't expect to meet Chenguang in the garden during the day, Chenguang was not in good health, most of the time he spent recuperating in the Phoenix Palace, rarely showing up, and he could meet Princess Chenguang in the palace in broad daylight, and the rarity was equivalent to red rain in the sky.

Because the encounter was too sudden, Si Xuerou was a little at a loss. Chenguang is not close to these sisters, Chenguang has been back to the palace for two years, and they have seen each other only a handful of times, saying that they are sisters, but in fact they are about the same as strangers. Whether to take the initiative to go up and say hello, Si Xuerou hesitated.

She was hesitating here, but she didn't expect the other party to look at them at all, Feng Yuan came out of the path, passed the fork where they were standing, and went straight to the opposite road, without the slightest intention of stopping.

A touch of embarrassment crossed Si Xuerou's face.

She was okay, but Si Xueying, who was overwhelmed by jealousy, couldn't help it, her fists with red nails clenched, rushed over in three steps and two steps, and shouted loudly at Feng Yin in a gritted tone:

"Morninglight, you stop!"

Feng Ran, who was moving forward, stopped, saying that it was stopped, but the picture seemed to be frozen suddenly, whether it was the young man carrying Feng Ran, or Si Qian walking next to Feng Yuan, they just stopped, but no one looked at Si Xueying, who was shouting angrily, as if she didn't exist.

This contempt made Si Xueying more and more angry, she glared angrily at the white veil gently fluttering in the wind, even if she stared at the bun, she couldn't see the person behind the veil clearly, she was furious, and shouted in a louder voice than just now:

"Chenguang, you come down for me!"

Si Xuerou, who was standing behind her, had a headache, thinking that Si Xueying had really made Concubine Ming spoiled, and Si Xueying, who was carried away by anger, was afraid that she had forgotten it long ago that her mother Concubine Ming was no longer her father's favorite concubine two years ago.

There was silence for a moment, and a graceful hand came out of it, and without haste, he lifted the veil and hooked it with a golden hook, and then the scene inside the veil was revealed.

The phoenix was large and wide, like a comfortable bed that could accommodate six or seven people, the large bed was covered with soft white animal skins, and a sandalwood square table was embedded in the corner of the large bed, and a set of white porcelain of exquisite texture was placed on the table. In the center of the big bed, there are two girls sitting and sleeping.

One of them, a girl in a flesh-pink dress and a rose-red shawl, kneeling on the soft animal skin, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a face like a silver platter, eyes like spring peaches, a beautiful appearance, charming eyes, but expressionless. The diamond-shaped lips are plump and moist, and the most eye-catching thing is her huge crisp breasts that can't be covered by a pair of loose tops, not to mention that the pair of breasts is unique in the country of Feng Ying, where women are weak and can't help the wind, but looking at the entire continent, it is probably rare.

After pulling up the veil, Huo Wu never looked at anyone outside the phoenix, she knelt quietly on the animal skin, picked up the fan on the side again, and gently fanned the girl who was pillowed on her lap, trying to fan away the discomfort caused by the dampness and heat.

The girl on her lap seemed to be asleep, her breathing was even, her face could be broken by blowing, and the delicacy of her skin seemed to make people feel the heat she emitted on her skin because she was asleep. She lay peacefully on Fire Dance's plump laps, curled up weakly like a young beast, hunched slightly.

A sixteen-year-old girl with moist and delicate skin without any blemishes, tender as snow, clear and shiny. Pure white, pure, transparent, curled up in the snow-white animal skin and sleeping quietly, like a fairy in the forest. She was wearing a long white dress with a soft texture, but she was barefoot, and on her small feet carved from white jade, she wore a string of golden anklets at the ankle of her left foot, and the faint light reflected by the golden anklets was almost reflective on her white skin.

Her long silky black hair was draped over her body, and her eyelashes were long, long and curly, like two black feather fans, and like butterflies about to fly.

She is very thin, very thin, even though the people of Feng Ming are generally weak and emaciated, but her thinness looks like she is sick, and when people look at her, they subconsciously want to hold their breath, for fear that their breathing will blow her away, for fear that their breathing will blow her away, for fear that their breathing will blow her away if they are warmer.

A weak but seductive girl, Si Xueying became more and more jealous when she saw such a morning light, and scolded "little goblin" and "little goblin" a hundred times in her heart, and said angrily:

"Chenguang, don't pretend to be asleep!"

Her words fell, and the morning light, which was lying on the fire dancer's legs, was silent for a few moments before she curled her lips and laughed softly. After her eyelashes fluttered slightly, she opened her eyes, which were as pure and pure as white mercury in black mercury, without the slightest filth, like a newborn young beast, so clear that people leaked their breath.

"What does the third sister want to do?" Chenguang asked with a smile.

Her voice was fluttering, soft and soft, like a feather flickering in the air that fluctuated in the wind, and there was no real feeling.

When talking to Si Xueying, she just twisted her body to find a more comfortable position on Huo Wu's laps, lying weakly, a little lazy like that, maybe she was overcoming her physical discomfort, in short, she just didn't plan to sit up.