Feng Wuxi's pupils suddenly constricted, her body was faster than she realized, and she hugged him.

The girl's unique body fragrance spread between the wings of her nose, Xiao Yingche eased the dizziness, and stood firm on the stone table in the hall.

He gently pushed Feng Wuxi away, suppressed the reluctance in his heart, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't stand firm for a while." ”

As the words fell, he endured the tingling pain in his ankle and left step by step, slowly but firmly.

Li Quan wanted to step forward to help him, but he stopped him with his eyes.

had to bow to Feng Wuxi, and left behind Xiao Yingche worriedly.

It wasn't until out of Feng Wuxi's line of sight that Xiao Ying's long body shook suddenly.

Li Quan held him in horror: "Taifu......"

Xiao Yingche closed his eyes and said in a dumb voice: "Don't speak, help me leave." ”

He was injured and destined to not be able to stay with her for a long time.

And once his identity as the young master of the Medical Pavilion is exposed, the empress will not let him stay in Qianfeng again.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yingche pursed her pale lips.

The grievances between the master and the Empress Qianfeng are separated by a mountain between him and the little girl.

He left the medical pavilion and came to Qianfeng by accident, but when he saw Feng Wuxi, who was taken out by the empress to play and was not yet a year old, he stayed in Qianfeng.

After glancing at the scars on her wrists, Xiao Yingche decided to go back to the medical pavilion after curing the empress's poison and ask about the grievances between the master and the empress.

For the next period of time, Feng Wuxi did not stay in the Taifu Mansion as before, but went to the Taifu Mansion every five days to give Xiao Yingche an injection.

On this day, the palace people were busy early in the morning.

As night fell, the ministers brought their families to the Imperial Garden.

When Feng Wuxi arrived, except for Xiao Yingche and Mu Linyuan, the rest of the ministers had already arrived.

"Everyone, feel free to enjoy the flowers tonight, don't care too much about etiquette." Feng Wuxi glanced at the empty seat on the lower right, and frowned slightly.

"Yes." The crowd responded.

Countless young boys and girls who were pregnant with spring met and walked towards the lake.

The fragrance of flowers fills the air, and the soft whispers of teenagers and girls are sent by the breeze.

Three or two love words, lingering.

Feng Wuxi supported her forehead with one hand and leaned lazily on the chair.

Slender onion white fingers, hooking the blue and white porcelain flask.

Wearing a bandeau dress, the skirt is embroidered with gold thread with golden plums, meandering to the chest.

The long black hair, with long pearl hair chains, is braided into fluffy braids, and the hair flutters, rippling in the hearts of countless teenagers.

Feng Wuxi's fox eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes swept over several handsome young men, and he squinted lazily.

Under the lights, the crow-like eyelashes hang down the shadows at the eyelids, and the red lips and snow skin are bright and beautiful.

Between the eye waves, there are three thousand spring waters, rippling and hooking the soul.

The swan's neck line is superior, and the slightest strand of sparkling wine does not sink into the red lips, and a little mischievous wine overflows from the corners of the lips, crossing the delicate jaw, and submerging into the placket.

"Wow, Your Highness is so beautiful, I want to marry her."

"Your Highness will be in time next year, I don't dare to think about the position of the imperial husband, as long as I can have a reputation and serve by His Royal Highness's side, I will be satisfied."

"Cut, I didn't pursue it, I want to fight for the title of the royal husband."

A handsome young man in a light blue brocade robe proudly swept the few people who spoke, picked up the wine cup in front of him, and walked towards Feng Wuxi with a smile on his face.

"Your Highness, sneaking in for a drink with you?"

Feng Wuxi glanced at him lightly and hooked the corners of her lips, "Okay." ”

When Xiao Yingche arrived, he happened to see Feng Wuxi in the first place, and smiled at the young man in front of him.

Under the cold moonlight, a girl dressed in red, her thick facial features are so beautiful that she is wanton.

The young man who looked at her, with handsome facial features and a faint arrogance in his expression, destroyed the warmth between his eyebrows and eyes.

The amazement in his eyes was mixed with purpose.

"Your Highness, do you remember? When you were young, you often consulted with Qianxun in the academy, and that time was the happiest time in Qianxun's life. ”

Feng Wuxi saw Xiao Yingche's figure, and her eyes lit up slightly.

Seeing him standing far away and not stepping forward, he pursed his red lips and hooked his hand at his colleague who had no impression at all.