Mei'er flattened her mouth, and she muttered, "Yes."

After that, he brought the clothes he was going to wear, "Miss, you can change your clothes, let's go out for a walk."

"If I don't go, my feet hurt, and I want to stay in the house."

Mei'er obediently helped her arrange her skirt, and suddenly thought of something, and said in a low voice, "Miss, there is a sudden news in the capital today."

"What's the news?"

"It's about the Warrior King." Mei'er lowered her voice, "It is said that the emperor intends to let Yu Manrou marry King Wu as a concubine."

Sheng Zhiyao raised her eyebrows: "Where did it come from?" Is it credible?"

"It is said that it came from the palace, and besides, how can this kind of rumor that can't be beaten with eight poles be said nonsense?" Mei'er shook her head, "I think it's true."

"Miyazai?" Sheng Zhiyao sneered, "Needless to say, it must have been spread by the imperial grandfather himself, or Feng Yuanchen made some moves."

"Huh?" Mei'er was stunned, "It's not that the emperor doesn't like His Royal Highness King Wu, why does he want to help King Wu marry a concubine?"

Sheng Zhiyao sneered: "Because the imperial grandfather doesn't like King Wu to start disobeying him before he becomes the crown prince, marrying a wife without going through the royal family, naturally it is unpleasant."

Mei'er realized that this was the case, but she felt a little strange: "But the difference between King Wu and Miss Yu is more than ten years old."

"So what? Isn't the current Jiang Shaolan also a decade apart from him?" Sheng Zhiyao didn't care, "And King Wu is only thirty, so he is not very old."

Mei'er nodded: "That's right, this Miss Yu is sixteen this year, and she is fourteen years younger than King Wu."

Sheng Zhiyao pursed her lips slightly: "None of this is important, what matters is, how did you become so gossip recently?"

"Miss, you misunderstood, I didn't." Mei'er hurriedly shook her head and denied it, and then couldn't help but say, "But to be honest, King Wu's appearance is okay, but he is a little short-tempered, but it is more than enough to match Yu Manrou."

Sheng Zhiyao looked at her with a smile: "So you mean to say that King Wu has a good appearance and a good personality, so he is a good choice, right?"

"I ......" Mei'er gritted her teeth, "I didn't mean that, I just think that Miss Yu Jia's marriage to King Wu is very good, and she will come to pester His Royal Highness King Chen."

"Then what if Miss Yu doesn't like King Wu at all?" Sheng Zhiyao said casually, "After all, the two of them are different in generation, so I don't know what the result will be."

"No matter what the result is, anyway, she doesn't have time to seduce King Chen now, Miss can rest assured."

"What do I have to worry about," Sheng Zhiyao stood up slowly, "I'm not worried about him anyway."

"Miss, just pretend." Mei'er glanced at her with disdain, "You see you came back yesterday with a broken face, and now you say you don't want to go out."

Sheng Zhiyao squinted at her: "It's not that my feet are inconvenient, so I don't want to go out."

"Cut, excuse." Mei Er glanced at her, "You don't want to go out just because you're afraid of meeting King Chen, and you're still talking about him in your dreams in the morning!"

Sheng Zhiyao reached out and pinched Mei'er's cheeks: "Children, do you know what it means to chatter?"

Mei'er was in pain and took her hand away: "Miss, I'm older than you, and if you talk in your dreams in the morning, you'll call His Royal Highness King Chen again."

Sheng Zhiyao blushed: "Nonsense! How could I!"

"Miss, just admit it, I promise not to tell His Royal Highness King Chen." Mei'er patted her chest and said, "His Royal Highness King Chen has been waiting for you to wake up in the courtyard, even if you don't think about King Chen, you have to think about yourself."

Sheng Zhiyao stared at her expressionlessly.

Mei'er laughed twice: "Okay, okay, Miss won't go if you don't want to go, I'll go get you something to eat."

As soon as Mei'er turned around and opened the door, she saw King Chen walking in.

He was still wearing a robe embroidered with a golden python, which made the whole person more noble and alienated.

"His Royal Highness King Chen." Merle bowed and exited the room.

Feng Yuanchen glanced at Sheng Zhiyao and walked straight to the soft couch to sit

came down, and his eyes fell on the medicinal wine on the table: "Does your foot still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Sheng Zhiyao shook his head.

Feng Yuanchen stretched out his hand to hold her ankle and rubbed it gently: "Did you go to save Jiang Shaolan last night?"

Sheng Zhiyao raised her eyes to look at him, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes: "How do you know?"

Feng Yuanchen withdrew his hand, took the tea and handed it to her: "When you went out, Bu Xing happened to see Steward Li driving in person, and he thought something big had happened, but he followed you to the Wuwang Mansion."

After he finished speaking, he saw Sheng Zhiyao's eyes light up, and immediately added, "I'm not trying to follow you, I'm just afraid that you will be in danger."

When Sheng Zhiyao heard this, her heart was extremely comfortable, and she raised her eyebrows: "Well, thank you."

"You're welcome." Feng Yuanchen was silent for a moment and slowly spoke, "Although I don't know why you want to save Jiang Shaolan, I hope you can tell me what happened as soon as possible in the future, I'm worried about you."

Sheng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, lowered her eyes to hide the look in her eyes, and said with a light smile, "I know, try my best in the future."

Feng Yuanchen glanced at her, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and then looked down: "Not as much as possible, but definitely."

Sheng Zhiyao looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Okay."

Feng Yuanchen was stunned for a moment, then looked at her with a bright smile, stretched out his right hand and grabbed her left hand: "Actually, you still care, right?"

"What do you care about?" Sheng Zhiyao broke free of his hand and turned his face awkwardly, "Don't think about it."

Feng Yuanchen smiled, looking at Sheng Zhiyao's delicate appearance, he reached out and clasped her hand: "I didn't think much about it, I'm very happy, I thought you really didn't care about Manrou's affairs at all."

Sheng Zhiyao frowned, wanting to pull his hand out: "Feng Yuanchen, it must be false to say that you don't care, after all, I like you, but you said let me care, it seems that the name is not right, why should I care?"

"Yao ......"

"Listen to me, I just don't like the feeling of people snooping on my stuff, and this feeling of declaring *** to others." Sheng Zhiyao took a deep breath, "I just need a period of adaptation, and Yu Manrou is really annoying, and I'm also thinking about whether I will have to get rid of these annoying moths often in the future."

Feng Yuanchen was a little depressed when he heard the first half, but he was relieved when he heard the end: "Zhiyao, you have finally figured it out, don't worry, just leave these things to me to deal with in the future."

"The result given to you is that others go directly to the imperial grandfather to give you a marriage, and let them force you to marry Yu Manrou, are you willing to see such a situation?" Sheng Zhiyao raised her eyebrows, her eyes flashing with mockery.