The wind rose, and the sky was cloudless. The scattered starlight was somewhat dimmed by the bright moonlight.

Wan Wan looked up at Fengqing City at this moment, and the starry shadow and moonlight reflected in her eyes together, like a sparkling glimmer on the clear and transparent water.

The funny look on Feng Qingcheng's face gradually disappeared. He leaned down a little lower and kissed her lightly in the eye. When I got up and saw that she was still looking up and closing her eyes, I couldn't help but move slightly in my heart. Eyes swept over her shoulder, Feng Qingcheng asked in a low voice, "Just lean over?" ”

Wan Wan opened her eyes and nodded very happily: "Just lean over, at any time." ”

Feng Qingcheng said: "But I don't need a shoulder." I want it, I'm afraid I won't be willing to give it. ”

Wan Wan looked at him with a smile, and said seriously word by word: "As long as you want, as long as I have it." Give everything I can, do what I can. ”

Feng Qingcheng originally wanted to tease her, but when he saw her looking at him so seriously and sincerely at the moment and said such a thing, he was speechless. It's just a few fluttering words, but because they came out of her mouth, he was unconsciously serious. not only admitted the truth, but also shook her heart more than once for her words, and fell into deep joy.

Seeing that he was just looking at himself and didn't answer for a long time, Wan Wan opened her mouth and asked, "What does Hengzhi want?" ”

Feng Qingcheng looked at her for a moment, and a very good-looking smile bloomed on his face. His voice also became more intoxicating than usual, "Beauty pillow." ”

Wan Wan was fascinated by color for a while, and then began to be stunned. The beauty pillow is nothing, there are many in the storehouse, white porcelain, celadon, jade, glass, gold and silver casting......

Do you still need to ask her for that kind of ordinary thing?

Feng Qingcheng's hand gently covered her cheek, as if caressing a precious piece of porcelain, carefully and gently sliding downward, sliding towards her jaw and neck. He leaned close to her ear and deliberately lowered his voice, "It's this beautiful pillow that is warm and soft, and I can't stop saying that I love me." ”

Wan Wan ......

The brain circuits of male gods are just different. Shouldn't he be sad at this time, he is still in the mood to tease her.

Wan Wan turned her head sideways, looked at the obvious expression on Feng Qingcheng's face, and confirmed again in her heart: Well, this is teasing her.

Feng Qingcheng chuckled for a while, took her hand and slowly walked towards Qi Aozhai.

Wan Wan walked and thought about what kind of existence family affection was. While thinking about this question, she was still slandering Feng Qingcheng's brain circuit. Naturally, slander is slander, and what he wants from her still satisfies him.

Su Rili is all Wanwan leaning on Feng Qingcheng's body, or reading the script, dismantling a nine-link for entertainment, or holding a plate of fresh fruits and fried goods to satisfy her stomach. Today, Feng Qingcheng was placed on her lap. He was still flipping through the books he read every day, and she still held a plate of red fruits to eat.

The red fruit is pitted, boiled thoroughly with rock sugar, and the sweet juice is collected after the dried osmanthus is put in. The ratio of sour and sweet is just right, and the fruity and floral aromas complement each other and blend perfectly, which is palatable and moisturizing.

Wan Wan eats one, and she will use a small silver fork to feed it to Feng Qingcheng's mouth. She saw him flipping through the scroll, and there was not the slightest sadness on his face, except for the occasional serious thought, only leisurely comfort.

He didn't mean to be sad, and Wan Wan would never mention those things to force him to be sad.

The two of them stayed like this, occasionally saying a word or two. The room is fragrant and warm, and it seems that even the outside of the house is in the third spring, and the flowers are warm in the wind, rather than the winter wind. The atmosphere was also quiet, as if none of the turmoil existed.

In fact, the turmoil did subside very quickly. After the news of the madness of the county lord of Xianghe spread, the impact of those turmoil was also diluted. But Wanwan's worries still exist, but not as serious as she imagined.

The retrial of the unjust case of the little uncle of the founding uncle's mansion, although the county lord of Xianghe was not involved in the end, Yang Shao also took on the crime of investigating the case unclear and trapping the innocent. This retrial clarified the responsibility of the little uncle, but still determined the nature to be murderous. All the blame lies with the dead scholar and the "vanished" Miss Oiran. The founding uncle actually recognized this result. This is becoming more and more reverie.

No matter how much reverie it is, it can only be a reverie after all. The matter has been decided, and unfounded speculation will not make any waves.

The most important thing in Bianjing City is human spirits, and the doubts about how Fengqing City grew up safely did not end because of the madness of the county lord of Xianghe. Whether it is a side attack or a direct question, Feng Qingcheng is silent about this.

There is no new development, and the attitude of the victim is the same. After a little time, many people lost their attention. There is also a conclusive speculation about the suspicion of that kind. They thought that those rumors were inherently untrue, but the hands of the county lord of Xianghe must not be clean. Yang Yuma and Yang Shao must also know the inside story, otherwise why didn't the county lord of Xianghe return to Dingbeihou Mansion, but live in the eldest princess's mansion.

As for Fengqing City. How many of the children in the official family are really waste, and there are many people who can survive safely in the danger of the back house.

The crowd of people watching the excitement gradually turned their eyes to the side. Those who are in special positions still do not take their eyes off it.

At such times, the king of Jin and the king of Chu have a tacit understanding. Whether Fengqing City is already the arm of King Qin or will become the arm of King Qin in the future, there is no difference between these two princes. Therefore, they didn't pay attention to the matter itself, and directly began to stumble Feng Qingcheng.

Emperor Yan Shengdi also specially summoned Fengqing City once. The door of the palace was closed, and the palace people were retreated, and the two of them talked in the hall for most of the afternoon. No one knew what they said in the temple. The next day, Emperor Yan Shengdi issued two decrees. A decree took back the plaque of the eldest princess's mansion and the imperial mansion. An edict demoted Feng Qingcheng's official position. It's just that this depreciation has reduced the power in his hands to more than ten times what it used to be.

Emperor Yan Sheng "demoted" Fengqing City to the Ministry of War as a scribe. The meaning of light falling and dark rising could not be more obvious. Emperor Yansheng's actions did not stop, and he reprimanded several important ministers from the Yang clan one after another.

In just a few days, the King of Jin and the King of Chu couldn't sit still.

The Yang family is the greatest reliance of the Jin king. On the same day, several important ministers were reprimanded, and the reasons for the reprimands varied. This signal made it difficult for the always sensitive King of Jin to be stable.

The military department has long been the place where the king of Chu rests his hand, and the person who was installed in the mother clan of the king of Qin at this time, he had to carefully examine his behavior. The King of Chu couldn't think of where he had provoked the anger of Emperor Yansheng. Those people in his military department couldn't subdue a Fengqing City. Under the adversity, the king of Chu was even more uneasy than the king of Jin.

The undercurrent is so agitated that it almost breaks out of bounds. Among the many messages in the Heavenly Gate, picking up a few at random can piece together a battle in the dark.

But Wan Wan didn't have the energy to pay attention to those. She didn't even have time to wonder what Feng Qingcheng had said to Emperor Yan that day. Calculated carefully, she hadn't returned to Dingbeihou Mansion for seven days. This time, it was not because of busy business, but because the forsythia was gone.