It wasn't until Wanqing was no longer visible that Feng Mochen asked Mo'er with a wilt, "How is your young lady doing?" ”

"Back to the prince, my young lady has been depressed recently, and she said that she is too tired to learn etiquette." Mo'er looked at Feng Mochen with a little complaint.

"That's it, I can't help this, hahahaha." Feng Mochen laughed out loud in embarrassment.

As he was talking, Feng Mochen saw Xuanyuan Ye walking in from outside Fengqi Tower, and was a little curious, didn't he have a dead heart? "Why is Brother Ye here?"

"General Xuanyuan comes here at this time every day."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just sit there, staring at Miss's room."

Feng Mochen walked to Xuanyuan Ye's table and sat down, Xuanyuan Ye didn't seem to notice his appearance, still staring closely at the direction of the Wanqing Boudoir on the second floor.

"Brother Ye, how are you doing?" Feng Mochen greeted familiarly.

"The prince has been very good before he appeared, but he didn't know it after the prince appeared." Xuanyuan Ye hated the man in front of him, if it weren't for him, he might still have hope.

"It seems that you are still angry with this king, if there is no king, can you marry her back to the general's mansion?"

Feng Mochen's rhetorical question made Xuanyuan Ye not know how to answer, because he knew that even if he didn't have Feng Mochen, he would not be able to marry her into the General's Mansion, even if it was a concubine.

Xuanyuan Ye knew that he was just envious of Feng Mochen, envious that he could give Wanqing ten miles of red makeup, but he couldn't give anything.

Feng Mochen got up and left, leaving Xuanyuan Ye sitting there, not knowing what he was thinking, he sat for a while and left, his eyes full of determination.

Mo'er told Wanqing everything that had happened.

Wanqing closed her eyes, even if she saw Xuanyuan Ye again, she might really leave everything behind and fly away with him, but it's a pity......

On the day of the wedding, the city of Kyoto was filled with joy and jubilation.

The faces of the subordinates of the General's Mansion were all festive, but in comparison, the Qi Wangfu looked out of place, and everyone was mourning on their faces, crying and mourning.

Now the entire Tanglin is laughing at his own prince for marrying a Qinglou woman to be the princess, usually the prince treats them well, how can they be happy.

Feng Mochen felt something weird, but he didn't care too much.

Fengqi Building, in the boudoir, Mo'er handed over a letter to Wanqing.

"Miss, General Xuanyuan sent someone to deliver a letter, saying that he must hand it over to you personally."

Wanqing didn't say anything, stretched out her hand and took the letter and opened it, the letter wrote: Qing'er, take care of yourself, if there is anything in the future, you can ask your cronies to take this jade pendant to the General's Mansion, and I will definitely do my best to help.

She picked up the jade pendant and looked at it carefully, burning the letter in her hand to ashes.

"Miss, do you need to reply to General Xuanyuan?"

"If you don't reply, you go and tell the person who sent the letter, I received the letter, and I will take good care of the things."

"Yes, miss."

Mo'er hurriedly went downstairs and said a few words to the person from the General's Mansion, and the person went back.

"It seems that the princess is very measured." Feng Mochen flashed in from outside the door with a hippie smile, in fact, he had been secretly observing downstairs for a long time.

Since the last time he met Xuanyuan Ye, he has come to Fengqi Tower every day, but Xuanyuan Ye has not come back since then. Today, he saw that the subordinates of the General's Mansion came to deliver the letter, and Mo'er hurriedly sent people out, so he took this opportunity to sneak in.

Wanqing was taken aback by Feng Mochen who suddenly came in, "When did the prince like to eavesdrop too?" ”

"This king just doesn't want anything to happen before the wedding, Xiao Qingqing, don't misunderstand." Feng Mochen smiled and came to Wanqing's side.

Seeing Feng Mochen sitting down next to him, Wanqing stood up and sat farther away from Feng Mochen, "What I promised the prince will definitely be done, and the prince doesn't have to worry about me." ”

"Xiao Qingqing, don't you want to refuse people?" Feng Mochen pretended to be aggrieved.

"Is the prince very idle?"

"You are the princess of this king, no matter how busy you are, I can't snub you."

After speaking, Feng Mochen sat next to Wanqing again, he suddenly took Wanqing's hand, put his lips to Wanqing's ear and blew lightly and said, "Did you say, madam?" ”

"Smack!"

In an instant, there was a red handprint on Feng Mochen's face.

"You, you scoundrel!" Wanqing blushed, clasped her hands to her chest, and escaped from Feng Mochen as fast as she could.

Although she is a woman in the Qinglou, she is not a performer, and she has never been so close to anyone, Feng Mochen's action made her ears blush and her heart beat.

"The princess is really seductive, especially angry!"

Feng Mochen looked at Wanqing, who was angry and her face was crimson, she couldn't control herself a little, she really wanted to eat her now, but reason told him that she couldn't do this.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and headed for the door.

Wanqing looked at him vigilantly, afraid that he would do something excessive again, "You... What are you going to do..."

"Don't worry, this king won't eat you, at least not now. Lady, this king is leaving, if you are reluctant to keep this king, is it too late to keep it now? ”

Feng Mochen looked at Wanqing with a lewd face, and his eyes were about to eat Wanqing.

Wanqing picked up the pillow and threw it at Feng Mochen, "Get out!" ”