"Right Minister, why don't you block this fold for the palace?"

Feng Wuxi threw the fold on the desk, and then walked away.

It's like those thin folds, which are ferocious flood beasts.

Fu Yuyan picked up the tea and took a sip unhurriedly, "Your Highness, you're almost done." ”

The implication is that it's time to get married.

Feng Wuxi frowned: "My imperial husband, only Brother Che." ”

Fu Xiaoyan put down the teacup and raised his eyes to look at her, with a teasing look in his eyes, "The road of His Highness's chasing husband is a bit long." ”

Feng Wuxi lay on the table and said quietly: "It's not only long, it's just as difficult as Shu Dao." ”

As she spoke, she frowned and muttered, "Taifu...... Don't you love me anymore? ”

Fu Yanyan put down the teacup and said in a cool tone, "Your Highness, any man is hurt like you like that, and if he loves you again, I'm afraid there is something wrong with his brain." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Feng Wuxi to speak, he continued with a subtle expression: "It's a pity, our beautiful and gentle and noble Taifu seems to have a real problem with his brain. ”

Feng Wuxi wrinkled her nose: "Don't let you talk about Brother Che like that!" ”

Fu Yuyan got up and was as good as a stream, "Okay, then His Highness will deal with these folds by himself." ”

Feng Wuxi straightened up slightly: "Hey, Brother Fu, a good person does it to the end, you can't do this!" ”

Fu Yuyan paused, looked at her sideways, and said meaningfully: "Your Highness, do you want to know if Taifu still loves you?" ”

When Feng Wuxi heard this, her eyes suddenly widened, "Do you have a way?" ”

Fu Xiaoyan retracted his gaze and straightened out the non-existent creases on his sleeves, "Your Highness, the ministers will help you block the mouths of the ministers, and also help Your Highness test the mind of the Taifu." ”

"But Your Highness, you have to promise the minister one condition."

Feng Wuxi's intuition Fu Yuyan's conditions are definitely not simple.

But in this life, she did not know Xiao Yingche's thoughts.

On the contrary, it was himself who gradually lost a heart.

"On what terms?"

Fu Yuyan hooked the corners of his lips, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and put it on the desk, "Your Highness, in half a month, it will be the Hundred Flowers Banquet." ”

"In previous years, it was all the king's grandson and noble daughter who enjoyed the flowers, and there was nothing new, but this year's Hundred Flowers Banquet happened to be the Begging Festival."

Feng Wuxi listened to the words, looked at what was written on the paper, and her eyes gradually brightened, "The right phase means that the Hundred Flowers Banquet and the Begging Festival are combined." ”

Fu Yuyan nodded, pointing his finger at a few names on the paper, "These people are talented and good-looking, Your Highness can arrange them well." ”

When the words fell, he Shi Shiran walked out, "Taifu's heart is damaged, Your Highness must remember to stop in moderation." ”

Feng Wuxi rubbed her jaw, thinking about the feasibility.

After half a cup of tea, Gu Yu left the imperial study with a complicated expression.

The Hundred Flowers Banquet and the Begging Festival are integrated, and a garden party is held in the palace......

How does she feel that her Royal Highness's pursuit of her husband will be more difficult.

In the pavilion, Xiao Yingche sat in the pavilion and looked at the lake.

The pale golden thin light, through the branches and leaves, sprinkled on his beautiful and warm side face, the light and shadow overlapped, making it difficult to see the emotion.

The breeze blows, the black hair is entangled with the hem of the clothes, and the extreme black and white outlines a thrilling visual impact.

The lilac petals, whirling and slowly fluttering down, landed in his hair and on his shoulders.

Even between the slender fingers with distinct bones, a few petals fell.

Looking from afar, it looks like an immortal who will ride the wind at any time.

It is also like an ink painting scroll that is difficult to depict even in the Holy Hand Danqing, slowly unfolding.

Feng Wuxi's heart tightened inexplicably, and she walked into the pavilion quickly.

"Brother Che......"

Xiao Yingche's eyelashes trembled, and she turned her head to look at her, the coldness between her eyebrows and eyes dissipated, leaving only her familiar warm smile, "Xixi, it's not too early, I'll go home first." ”

With that, he leaned on the wooden fence and got up.

But he didn't want to, he sat here for a long time, and his ankle, which was broken by his veins, had already hurt and numb.

As soon as he stood up, his eyes were dark, and he fell forward.