"Okay, Lone will be better."

Yan Zhi wrapped his hands around Feng Jing and said in a daze: "Feng Jing, why have you grown taller again?" No matter how tall you get, you won't be able to get married. ”

Fengjing: ?? Can't get married alone?

Is this infected with wind chill and confused?

Yan Zhi touched Feng Jing's lean waist, "It's only you, you have to be good, don't do stupid things." ”

Fengjing: ?? Is your claim okay?

"Lonely, what am I doing stupidly?" Feng Jing listened to the voice in his ear getting closer and closer, and he suddenly wanted Lin Zhao to go away.

Yan Zhi didn't seem to be able to speak, she hugged the person in her arms more and more, and said angrily: "It's lonely who is sorry for you, lonely has delayed you." Fengjing, you should find a better person. ”

Feng Jing's mind is full of question marks.

He put his hand on Yan Zhi's forehead, and the temperature told him that Yan Zhi was hot.

Then this matter can not wait any longer, Feng Jing got up and sat up with Yan Zhi, he picked up Yan Zhi and hurriedly walked outside.

The cold wind blew, Yan Zhi subconsciously buried his face in Feng Jing's arms, "It's cold, Feng Jing, go back quickly, don't be infected with the wind and cold again." ”

Hearing what Yan Zhi said, he could be coherent, and Feng Jing didn't take what she said as nonsense anymore.

But what is the matter with her repeated self-proclaim? And he is a man who should be married, how can he be married?

Feng Jing asked as he walked, "Where am I going back?" ”

Yan Zhi tugged at his clothes and said, "Of course it's Fengfu, if you go back late, it won't be good for your reputation, and your mother will reprimand you." You are the first lady in the capital. You can't tarnish your reputation because you're alone. ”

Fengjing became more and more puzzled.

He asked, "Who am I?" Squeak, who do you say I am? ”

"Of course you are Fengjing, the only son of Fengjia, a talented man and a lady."

"Your Highness?" Lin Zhao and the others finally determined the direction, they didn't dare to light the torch, they could only use the night pearl to barely illuminate, but this also caused the illumination to be insufficient, and they could only barely see clearly.

Now when I hear Yan Zhi and Feng Jing talking, I know that I haven't found the wrong direction.

Yan Zhi looked over when she heard the word "Your Highness", she couldn't see the person who spoke clearly, and even the men and women couldn't tell the difference.

"Lone is no longer the empress dowager, so she can no longer be called His Highness."

Lin Zhao: ??

Shen Tian: ??

What's going on?

"The crown princess is infected with a cold, fever and talking nonsense." Feng Jing explained.

Lin Zhao and the others nodded in understanding.

As for what the princess is, it is a strange word when you hear it.

"Your Highness, it's already arranged, shall we go?"

Feng Jing's jaw was headed, Yan Zhi had a headache, she hugged Feng Jing tightly, and the corners of her eyes were a little moist.

"Fengjing, do you want to know well? You can't be fine, you don't want to hear about your accident. Regardless of her Yan Qingrong's death, Lone will kill her for you, so that she can't force you. ”

Feng Jing responded, but his expression was really not good.

If she wasn't talking nonsense, then who was the "Fengjing" in her mouth? also has the same name and surname as him.

Isn't she Yan Zhizhou's daughter? But she is not Yan Zhizhou's daughter, and who is the girl?

What does she have to do with that "Fengjing"?

Is she so good to herself, just because she is also called "Fengjing"?

Feng Jing had mixed feelings in his heart, and after dressing up, they found an inconspicuous inn, and the accompanying imperial doctor said after knowing Yan Zhi's pulse: "Madame is already weak, and she is infected with wind and cold, so she has a fever." Just prescribe a few pills. ”

He paused for a moment and then said, "Childe, madam, if she keeps hurrying, I'm afraid it won't be beneficial to her body." ”

Feng Jing bowed his head, indicating that he understood the words of the imperial doctor.

"One more thing." Speaking of this, the Imperial Doctor is obviously a little hesitant, and it seems to be a difficult thing to talk about.

Feng Jing folded the quilt for Yan Zhi and then got up and walked outside, and the imperial doctor hurriedly followed.

"There's something to say here."

The imperial doctor whispered to Feng Jing: "Childe, Madame's body is too weak, I'm afraid it's very difficult, it's very difficult to conceive." ”

A woman can't have children, this is a big thing, don't say it's heaven, it's hard for ordinary people to accept it.

Feng Jing just nodded very plainly, which simply couldn't fix the doctor.

The doctor hesitated and said, "Actually, there is still a slight possibility of good conditioning in the later stage." ”

But it may still be small.

"I know, no one is allowed to say anything about this, and it is the same with Your Majesty."

The imperial doctor was a little embarrassed, but he accidentally met Feng Jing's eyes full of threat, and he hurriedly lowered his head in response.

He complained bitterly in his heart, this is a matter of bullying the king.

It's all my own fault, wouldn't it be nice if I didn't say it?

It's good now, what can I do if I can't go up or down?

"Lone will personally tell my father about this matter, you don't need to worry about it."

When the imperial doctor heard this, he hurriedly responded.

His Highness said so, and he was much more relieved.

"Then let's write a recipe."

*

"Husband, you should go and persuade Jing'er, he must not think about it." A woman wearing a light-purple skirt with a lighter waist-length skirt said anxiously to the beautiful man next to her.

The beautiful man's eyes were slightly red, as if he had just cried.

"Wife, I've persuaded you many times, but you don't know that Jing'er is a tendon, and that heart is tied to the former empress daughter."

"W-what can I do? This tomorrow is the wedding of Jing'er and King Rongjun. "Both were in a hurry.

The faces of these two people were too familiar to Yan Zhi, so familiar that she could subconsciously call out their names, their identities.

The prime minister of the Dongliu Empire and his husband are also Fengjing's parents.

She walked into the Prime Minister's Mansion in a grand manner, and she had already discovered that the people around her couldn't see her at all, which was convenient for her.

Isn't Yan Qingrong dead yet? How did she remember that Yan Qingrong was dead?

Yan Zhi couldn't tell whether Yan Qingrong was dead or not, but it didn't matter, if she didn't die, she would kill her again.

It seems that the time of Fengjing's death was on the eve of the wedding......

Thinking of this, Yan Zhi pulled his legs and ran towards the attic of Fengjing, the men of the Dongliu Empire lived in the attic before they left the pavilion, and Fengjing was of course no exception.

She pushed open the door almost rudely and ran upstairs.

At this moment, in the room, the scholar said to Feng Jing: "Childe, try your wedding dress." ”

His voice was full of sadness, originally his son and the princess were a match made in heaven, who would have thought that this would be the end in the end?

King Rongjun? That shameless slut embryo is not worthy of their son-in-law.

The young man in white in front of the dresser turned his head, it was a face full of juvenile feeling, obviously only sixteen or seventeen years old had already bloomed his stunning color, such a face is really difficult not to make people's hearts move.

He looked at the wedding dress, and tears welled up in his red eyes.

"You go out first, I'll try later."

The scholar knew that the boy was uncomfortable, so he should get down, put down the tray with the wedding dress and leave.