The noisy banquet finally ended, and Yang Tingjing and Fenghuang boarded the carriage back home. Fenghuang, who had always disliked these frivolous entertainment scenes, breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was relieved, Yang Tingjing looked at her with concern, patted her slender hands with smooth skin to comfort her, and gently embraced Fenghuang's shoulders. On his chest, he said: "Let's wait for a while, we will be home soon."
Fenghuang raised his head, just in time to touch Yang Tingjing's gentle and watery eyes, the four eyes met, everything was silent, she just smiled shyly at him, without saying a word, then she understood everything. Gentleness is only for the person she likes. Although Fenghuang is calm and calm in front of outsiders, but here in Yang Tingjing, she doesn't need to pretend. This may be her most relaxed moment. Accompanied by the faint moonlight, the two returned to the prince's mansion. The night was vast and peaceful, just the opposite of Yang Tingfeng and Zhou Wanyi, Fenghuang and Yang Tingjing had a good night's sleep, sleeping very sweetly.
In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Wanyi, who hadn't slept all night, dozed off slightly. In his hazy consciousness, Yang Tingfeng, who was drunk last night, had already woken up. He still smelled of hangover. He stumbled towards the Zhou Wanyi, ignoring that she was still awake, pushed her roughly twice, and said, "Get up soon! Today is the first day of the wedding, so I'm going to the palace to pay my respects!"
Zhou Wanyi slowly opened her eyes, with the dry tears from last night still hanging on her face. Seeing Yang Tingfeng's impatient face, she woke up instantly, and the scene of beating her was played back in her mind. Ting Feng, with a haggard face without a trace of blood, does not look like a bride at all.
Seeing that she was not moving, Yang Tingfeng remembered that what he did last night was indeed a little too much, besides, it would be shameless to lead a dejected princess into the palace, so he could only hold back his temper and say: "You are my new princess, Now you can be regarded as a member of the royal family, so you must understand the general situation and not be willful and play your temper. Come on, let the servant girl clean and dress you up, don't miss the hour."
Zhou Wanyi complained secretly in her heart, but she was already married, so she had no other choice but to obey. After eating breakfast, she went to the palace with Yang Tingfeng to pay her respects to Concubine Shu, and then went to the Seventh Prince's Mansion together to pay her respects. Yang Tingjing.
Hearing that in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, the steward came in to announce that Yang Tingfeng and Zhou Wanyi had come, Fenghuang smiled contemptuously, and said in a low voice: "It's quite early, but judging by Yang Tingfeng's appearance last night, the bride may have passed. It’s not as comfortable as imagined.”
Yang Tingjing understood after hearing this, and said, "Please come in."
The morning wind has not been bathed by the sun, it has a clear smell, and it is slightly cool. It passes through the alley and blows to the entrance of the hall. Fenghuang and Yang Tingjing stand there facing Yang Tingfeng, she feels a little cold , unconsciously shook his shoulders, the careful Yang Tingjing felt Fenghuang's trembling, turned his head and reprimanded softly: "Didn't you say that it is cool in the morning so you put on more clothes, such a big person is still disobedient." , he took off his outermost cloak, wrapped it around Fenghuang's thin shoulders, and tied the ribbon for her himself, so he was relieved. Fenghuang's face was a little hot, and she lowered her head in embarrassment in front of so many servants. Seeing her red face, Yang Tingjing felt even more cute, so she said mischievously: "I dote on my princess. Is something wrong?"
This scene happened to be seen by Zhou Wanyi and Yang Tingfeng who were on the way, and Zhou Wanyi was stunned. Isn't this exactly what she always wanted? The relationship between Fenghuang and Yang Tingjing is so close, she felt jealous and began to regret marrying Yang Tingfeng.
Seeing Zhou Wanyi's stupefied look and remembering the way Yang Tingjing put on her clothes just now, Fenghuang knew what Zhou Wanyi was thinking, so she said, "What is the eighth princess standing there for? Come in and sit."
Zhou Wanyi came back to her senses, she followed Yang Tingfeng into the hall. Yang Tingjing ordered his servants to make tea, and he and Yang Tingjing played politely. Although they are brothers, the attitude of Concubine Shu towards Yang Tingfeng and herself for so many years has already chilled Yang Tingjing, and the gap between the two brothers is also very deep, let alone talk about heart-to-heart problem.
Unknowingly, it was noon, according to the usual practice, Yang Tingjing stayed with Yang Tingfeng and Zhou Wanyi to have dinner in the mansion, they both declined a few words and finally agreed. On the dinner table, the bowls and plates are piled up, and the delicious food is full of fragrance, which does not lose the demeanor of the palace at all. As the hostess, Fenghuang gets up to serve the guests, with skillful movements and a slight smile. At first glance, she looks like a lady. Yang Tingjing looked at Fenghuang with a smile on his face, and was not in a hurry to greet the guests to eat, but did not move the bowls and chopsticks, waiting to have a meal with Fenghuang. After placing the bowls and plates neatly, Fenghuang sat down and said, "Eight princes and concubines, please."
Yang Tingjing looked at a shredded duck with bird's nest on the dining table, and said, "This shredded duck with bird's nest is Fenghuang's favorite dish. Try it, how does it taste?" She served a bowl, Fenghuang didn't refuse, just smiled faintly, no different from usual. But Zhou Wanyi was so annoyed by the love between the two, she turned her head to look at Yang Tingfeng, he only cared about eating by himself, and completely ignored Zhou Wanyi's mood, which made Zhou Wanyi even more annoyed, delicious The delicacies are also tasteless in her mouth, and she can't taste them.
Before the meal was half eaten, the maid Yinhuan walked up to Fenghuang, lowered her head and whispered something softly. After Fenghuang heard this, her pupils dilated slightly, and she immediately regained her composure. I'm going to deal with something urgent, you take your time." Yang Tingjing seemed to know what was going on, but just covered for Fenghuang: "You go and get busy, I'll accompany the eighth brother."
Phoenix followed Yinhuan out of the hall and came to Yinhuan's room. On the bed, Ginkgo opened her eyes slightly, and seemed to have woken up. Fenghuang called out: "Ginkgo."
When she heard Phoenix's voice, she suddenly became excited and struggled to sit up. Yinhuan hurried forward and helped Gingko up. Ginkgo looked at Fenghuang, and her eyes were filled with tears instantly. She cried out, "Seventh Princess, I'm sorry for you." As she said that, she wanted to kneel down and apologize to Fenghuang.
Seeing that she hadn't recovered yet, Fenghuang said, "You don't need to do this, just explain the reason to me."
Ginkgo nodded with tears in her eyes and said, "This ghost market is completely fake!"
Fenghuang had already figured it out in his heart, and signaled Ginkgo to continue talking.
Ginkgo told Fenghuang that the ghost market is actually a terrifying atmosphere created by some strange people there, and claimed that the legend of immortality can be created there.