As for Wang Ziwei, she naturally threw herself onto the chair.
"Ouch, it hurts so much." As she spoke, Wang Ziwei had already raised her head. The moment she saw his face, Ling'er seemed to understand a little bit why this man could be favored by Shangguan Yunxiao.
His thick eyebrows were slightly raised, and under his long and slightly curled eyelashes were a pair of fox-like seductive eyes, a straight nose, and lips as pink as rose petals, which were very tempting. The clothes he wore were the same purple color as Shangguan Yunxiao. In theory, purple represents nobility, but on him, it looks charming. It was not difficult to tell from the color of his clothes.
Perhaps it was really painful, her light pink lips pursed slightly, and her eyebrows wrinkled slightly. But the moment she saw Ling'er, she immediately stood up with a smile, "Wei'er welcomes the prince back." Perhaps because she was too happy, she didn't notice for a moment why the prince suddenly began to distance himself from him. But this scene did not escape the iron-blooded glasses in the dark. In his cold eyes, doubts became more and more intense.
Ling'er nodded, then stretched out her hand, motioning him to stand up, "Wei'er, no need to be polite, get up."
Wang Ziwei's face was smiling, and her bright eyes were filled with deep joy, but that joy was not visible in her eyes. However, he hid it very well, and ordinary people could not detect the hatred in his eyes. Yes, it was hatred.
I thought that what happened in this palace were just some debts of love, but now it seems that there is a lot more to it.
But the deeper the water, the more headache she had. It was as if she had been trapped in a very deep whirlpool, sinking deeper and deeper.
"Your Highness, you've been gone for so long, Wei'er misses you so much." As she said that, she leaned her graceful body against Ling'er and kept throwing seductive glances at her. "You don't know, Wei'er thinks about your Highness every night, worrying that he doesn't have enough to eat, doesn't sleep well, and is injured or sick outside. Your Highness, you're finally back!"
The words were so soft and sweet that Ling'er got goosebumps. Why did she feel that choosing to come to Feng Country this time was a wrong decision? There were so many troubles, big and small.
Seeing Wang Ziwei approaching, Ling'er suddenly had an idea and pulled Feng Ling to her side. She put her right hand behind Feng Ling, as if to hug her, but in fact, she didn't touch Feng Ling's body at all.
Just now, he was so busy paying attention to the prince that he hadn't noticed the man beside him. Now, he finally saw him.
He was wearing a scarlet robe, with long hair casually falling behind him, and a few strands of hair floating in front of his chest, but he didn't look coquettish at all, but rather lively. Especially his eyes, which revealed a kind of unruly arrogance. Men in a country where women are respected are all weak, with faces that are either reserved, shy, charming, or smart, but it is rare to see someone with arrogance.
This should be the new favorite that the prince brought back these days, right? Sure enough, it is extraordinary.
"This must be the new prince that the prince brought back. He's so handsome." Wang Ziwei had been with Shangguan Yunxiao for a long time, so she was quite good at reading people's expressions. If it was just a coincidence, then he should have understood that the prince was deliberately not getting close to him.
However, the prince's reputation for lust is well known. Maybe the prince is temporarily bewitched by this man, but I believe that he will fall in love with other men before long. Hasn't he seen this kind of thing many times
Women have always been fickle and fickle. Especially women like Shangguan Yunxiao!
"Wei'er, his name is Feng Ling, and he will live in the palace from now on. I know you have worked hard during my absence. Later, I will reward you with the jade jewelry I brought back from outside to comfort you for your hard work. Feng Ling, you have to take better care of me in the future."
"Your Highness is away, and Wei'er is just helping to look after him. It's not hard work at all. But Your Highness must be exhausted from all the traveling. Wei'er will definitely take good care of Mr. Feng Ling, so please rest assured, Your Highness."
"I am naturally very relieved to see Wei'er doing the job." After he finished speaking, he turned his head slightly, glanced at Feng Ling, and continued: "I have been away from the capital for a long time, and the Queen must be very worried about me, so I won't rest for now."
"Butler, make arrangements immediately. I want to go to the palace to pay my respects to Her Majesty the Queen!"
Upon hearing this, the butler immediately stepped forward and bowed, "Yes, Your Majesty, I will prepare it right away." Then he immediately left the hall.
"Okay, Wei'er, you can leave first."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Wang Ziwei bowed respectfully and slowly left the house, leaving only Ling'er and Feng Ling in the living room.
"Master, I always feel that Wang Ziwei is weird." Looking at the direction where Wang Ziwei left, Feng Ling said this abruptly.
"Oh?" Ling'er raised her eyebrows and asked in a playful tone, "Then Xiaofeng, what do you think is weird about him?" Because Feng Ling's personality is hot-tempered, he tends to act impulsively and not delicately. It's really a big improvement to be able to see that Wang Ziwei is weird.
Subconsciously he reached out and touched his own chin, "I can't explain it, I just feel that he is weird. Doesn't the master feel that?"
Seeing Feng Ling's serious expression, Ling'er couldn't help but laugh. "Pfft, I think, I think, of course I think. I didn't expect that after this trip, our little Feng has learned to read people's expressions. He is really teachable. Hehehe..."
"Master, you are bullying me again, humph!"
"Hahaha… "
In the magnificent hall, the white jade-paved floor reflects the dancing candlelight. The faintly dancing yellow halo shrouds the Panlong Pillar. It leaps up and reaches the sky. The faint dragon fragrance wafts in the air, mixed with the scent of roses, but it doesn't seem pungent.
Ling'er was wearing a splendid royal robe, walking leisurely in the palace of Fengguo. She sighed in her heart: As expected of the third largest country, the luxury of this palace is no less than that of Tianqi. Roses of various colors can be seen everywhere. Fengxian'er must prefer these roses.
The flower language of this white rose is, I am the only one who is worthy of you. It seems that Feng Xian'er still has evil intentions towards her Tian Tian.
The Queen did not summon her to the main hall, but sent her directly to the imperial study.
Feng Xian'er was mopping the floor with a beautiful makeup. Although she was almost forty years old, her figure and skin were still the same as those in her twenties. There was a dragon and phoenix in her hair, which glowed faintly under the candlelight.
Feng Xian'er sat in front of the imperial table, reviewing the memorials from various departments with a serious face. She didn't even notice Ling'er had come in for a long time.
Because Feng Xian'er doted on Prince Yun, she had already issued an order that Prince Yun could come in directly without notifying him. Therefore, the palace servant on duty did not notify him. (To be continued)