For half an afternoon, Wan Wan walked as if she was stepping on clouds.

stepped on the clouds on the gate of heaven for a small half a day, stepped on the clouds and walked home, and stepped on the clouds to close the deed with the Lin Yan.

Her mind couldn't be put aside, and it was when everything was pleasing to the eye, so she only nodded blindly at the drawings brought by Lin Yan. It doesn't matter what's weird about it. It moved Lin Yan a lot, and a feeling of being a confidant and a horse was a bole rose from the bottom of his heart.

Sitting in her own small courtyard, Wan Wan's mind was full of pictures of when she met Fengqing City that day. With the peerless beauty in her memories, Wan Wan picked up a large bowl of soup cakes and ate them. After soaking in the goat's milk bath, I fell asleep with a new soft quilt.

Midnight dreamback, Wan Wan looked at the moonlight on the window lattice in the fog, and then remembered a serious question - wouldn't marrying into the Dingbei Hou Mansion be inseparable from Kyoto?

turned over, Wan Wan thought: Since the words of this era are full of stories about some young ladies from wealthy families who have been hooked up by the little ladies of the rivers and lakes, it is not impossible for her to work hard to hook up with the wealthy Xiao Langjun to go into hiding.

Slightly adjusting the angle of the lower pillow, Wan Wan sank into a sweet sleep again.

While she was sleeping peacefully, there were many people in the Dingbei Hou Mansion who lost sleep.

During the day, the minister who announced the decree passed the decree and left, but his voice seemed to be still echoing over the Hou Mansion over and over again, knocking on everyone's hearts word by word.

The most insomnia is the county lord of Xianghe. In her plan, Feng Qingcheng must not marry a virtuous woman. Although Mr. Ming is not in the ranks of virtuous women, he can deter his existence. If Feng Qingcheng was restrained and really twisted her temperament, then her calculations would all come to naught.

The master bedroom of Xianghe County is on the soft and wide bed, but he can't find a comfortable place to sleep no matter what. She stared at her slightly haggard eyes, anxious about the countermeasures to this marriage for a while, and then fell into all kinds of memories of the past, so she completely lost sleep.

The old lady of Dingbei Hou was also very stimulated when she heard the will at first glance. She drank a bowl of soothing soup and thought about many things in the quiet night.

Of course, the Ming general is famous, has power in the DPRK, and is famous in the rivers and lakes. But as a woman, her reputation is not very good. Aside from temperament and appearance, even those rumors in Beijing are enough to make the old lady of Dingbei Hou frown.

She was not satisfied, but she had to admit that the chief catcher could restrain Fengqing City. And the Dingbei Hou Mansion is declining day by day, and it also needs an official to support it. Waiting for Fengqing City to become a weapon, that hope is a little slim. Even if he really became a weapon, Emperor Yan might not be able to reuse him. As for the future new emperor, no matter whether the king of Jin or the king of Chu will succeed to the throne in the end, none of them will reach out and pull a nephew of the Empress Yuan.

After some thought, the old lady of Dingbei Hou let out a long sigh and pinched her nose to recognize this kiss. Then he fell asleep with a sigh.

As for Feng Qingcheng, one of the protagonists of the marriage will, he did not sleep peacefully, but he did not have insomnia.

After the fourth watch, Fengqingcheng quietly opened the window and jumped out silently, and the cornices sneaked out of the Dingbei Hou Mansion all the way. After crossing a few streets, he climbed into a three-hall house.

The lights were still on in the house, and a group of people in the main house were waging dice and betting. Seeing Feng Qingcheng come in, these people all stood up and saluted in unison and whispered hello.

"The prince is well."

Feng Qingcheng bowed slightly, and went straight into the side room, knocking on the wall in the room a few times. The blue brick floor on the side and the Luohan bed on it all caved into the wall, revealing a large black hole in the ground.

Someone had already lit a torch, and at the same time as the big hole appeared, he handed the torch to Feng Qingcheng's hand.

When Feng Qingcheng walked into the cave with a torch, and the blue brick floor carried the Luohan bed back to its place, the people in the room exchanged hot glances with each other.

They chatted absentmindedly as they shook the dice and threw the silver nuggets, and they talked in small voices.

"See, the face of our son."

"The official family can really think that they will bring these two people together."

"I don't think there's any difference in the face of the prince. You people are baba. ”

"You nerd know something. That, when the son of the world sees it, he has to take a detour. This time, the good official family directly got people into the Hou Mansion and got them next to our Shizi's pillow. What do you think of our son's heart,......。 ”

"If you don't do things well, you will criticize the master. All itchy skin?! The person who handed the torch returned to the room and glared, "I didn't realize that you still have such a talent for observation before, why don't you all improve the pigeon team?!" ”

Pigeon group!

Everyone is an agitated spirit, and they all bury their heads and work hard to shake the dice and push the silver.

Fools have to go to the pigeon group to eat and sleep in the open, lie on the roof, sleep in the ice ballast nest ....... It's better to guard this place, with a tile roof on your head, a charcoal basin under your feet to keep warm, and you can enjoy hot food when you stretch out your hand. All that needs to be done is to make a false impression.

Faithful, they are faithful. But since you can stay comfortably, who is willing to look for abuse.

None of these people dared to gossip about the first half of the sentence, and honestly worked hard to make a false appearance. The man who handed the torch earlier regretted what he had stopped. - The prince said yesterday that the pigeon team needed some more manpower, and asked him to move a few people. He should take the opportunity to take a good look at who would be better suited to the pigeon team.

He scratched his head and looked at the two people who had just talked the most. I made up my mind: it was them!

The gossip spirit is the most basic quality of a spy. Although I don't know if they are the most talented, they are definitely the most enthusiastic about gossip.

There are several dark chambers hidden in the long underground passages. Feng Qingcheng calculated in his heart, and finally opened one of them.

This dark room was empty, except for a brocade seat. On the brocade sat a man with a slightly pale face.

Closing the door of the dark room, Feng Qingcheng laughed, "Cousin is not too cold. ”

King Qin turned his head and said, "How not to be cold, this time of kung fu really froze me enough." This room should be stocked with some quilts. ”

Feng Qingcheng looked at the brocade mat and felt that this kind of mat was still comfortable to sit on in summer, but now he really didn't have the courage to sit on it in this weather. After moving a few steps, Feng Qingcheng asked, "In such a hurry, what is the matter with calling me?" ”

King Qin pressed his fist to his lips, coughed lightly and said, "The will to give marriage,.......。 ”

When Feng Qingcheng heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely. So, this cousin of his sent a secret message in the middle of the night, asking him to meet in this easy-to-use place, just for gossip?!

Just when Feng Qingcheng twitched the corners of his mouth, he heard King Qin sigh again, and said in an astringent voice: "I'm afraid I'm tired of you this time." ”

Feng Qingcheng didn't know why, "Why did my cousin say this?" ”

King Qin said: "Why did you ask you to be here?" The Qin Wangfu was targeted by the Gate of Heaven, and now my every move is under the noses of people. Fortunately, the eyes are not too close, just paying attention to my daily life. ”

Feng Qingcheng immediately thought of something and said, "It's those two who fought too hard." ”

"Yes." The astringency on King Qin's face became even stronger, "My father finally remembered me again, but he remembered that there was still such a chess piece as me." ——Those two are fighting fiercely these days, and he is trying to use me and Zixuan to beat those two.

Zixuan will soon be able to make a great contribution to quelling the chaos, and he can use this to give him a good favor. I'm ...... here, but I've suffered you. ”

Feng Qingcheng was silent for a moment and said, "That's fine, my cousin just took advantage of this momentum to gather some manpower." ”

King Qin looked at him, "I will take advantage of the situation." - But cousin, why don't you look like you're unresponsive to this marriage? ”

Feng Qingcheng was stunned, and then laughed, "Then, otherwise I'll cry here to feed my cousin?" ”

King Qin's movements faltered. He was full of guilt and care, but he didn't want Feng Qingcheng to make such a salivating appearance.

After coughing lightly, King Qin said, "Let's get down to business." ”