Fenghuang slept peacefully in the palace, and Fenghuang's tiredness gradually dissipated.
It was three poles high in the sun, and then Fenghuang slowly opened his sleepy eyes. She stretched a lot, turned around slowly, and suddenly found herself lying on the bed.
Fenghuang suddenly sat up in shock, and couldn't help talking to himself: "Where am I?"
"My concubine is on my king's bed, is there something wrong?" Yang Yanjing sat at the desk and said lightly.
Seeing that his clothes were still there, Fenghuang knew that he must have fallen asleep because he was really sleepy last night. I was on the prince's bed, the prince must have carried me up.
Seeing Fenghuang standing there blankly, Yang Yanjing asked, "Princess, how did you sleep last night?"
Fenghuang sighed and said: "My lord, you don't know something, I can be regarded as sleeping, a normal bed."
Yang Yanjing was a little curious, she knew that Fenghuang's life in the palace was difficult, she had to learn the palace rules all the time, and was always restrained by Concubine Shu and Concubine Hua, but she couldn't sleep well, so she quickly asked: "Princess, I still suffered such grievances in the palace."
Fenghuang didn't want to talk about it at first, but when Yang Yanjing asked this question today, he wanted to talk about it carefully, and hurriedly walked in front of Yang Yanjing, and said vividly: "My lord, you don't know something. There, I live in a small black room in the side hall, so it’s fine if I don’t live in a good place, but Er Niang doesn’t even give me a delicious meal, and I have to go to bed every day before dawn. I'm going to get up and write the rules, and teach my aunt to be very fierce, and if she does something wrong, she will be beaten violently." Fenghuang said, pulling up his sleeves, there were indeed a few marks of being beaten on his arms...
Listening to Fenghuang's explanation, Yan Yanjing knew that Concubine Shu didn't like her since she was a child, but she didn't expect her to treat her concubine so badly, and the grievances against Concubine Shu in her heart deepened.
Yang Yanjing naturally felt sorry for Fenghuang, but the way Fenghuang was dancing and narrating made Yang Yanjing smile bitterly, and Yang Yanjing said: "Princess, how did I hear that the seventh concubine made a big fuss in Concubine Shu's backyard and threw A few aunts were taught, and their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. I dare to ask the princess how to explain this matter."
Fenghuang suddenly stopped the chatterbox, and quickly said: "My lord, you know all about this practice."
"Of course this king knows, my princess, I know everything you do in the palace." Yang Yanjing said confidently.
Fenghuang was shocked and said: "My lord, you, you are really not loyal enough, you actually know how miserable I am, why didn't you save me in the midst of the fire, I was really about to explode at that time, if it wasn't for the fact that I was in the palace Here, my princess must, must... "
"What's the princess going to do, make a big fuss in the palace?" Yang Yanjing asked deliberately.
Fenghuang was a little embarrassed, and didn't dare to say any more, Fenghuang was in front of Yang Yanjing at this time, just like a beautiful wife who caused trouble, she lowered her head and said nothing.
Because of the conflict between Fenghuang and the Sixth Prince, Yang Yanjing has been working hard and his body is completely overdrawn, so now Fenghuang should restrain himself as much as possible in everything he does, and don't be led astray by his own impulse.
Yang Yanjing said: "Princess, thanks to your restraint in the palace, this king was able to rescue you so quickly. If you teach a few more princes and concubines, this king really can't do anything to the princess."
"My lord, are you making fun of my recklessness?" Fenghuang asked with some displeasure.
Yang Yanjing said dumbfoundingly; "This king is complimenting the princess, the fist and kick skills are really good."
Knowing that he was ridiculed by Yang Yanjing again, Fenghuang said quickly: "Yang Yanjing, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your mouth has become bad."
"Okay, my concubine, I won't bicker with you. I know that you have been wronged in the palace these few days, so you can rest in the mansion these few days. This king also allows you. You can leave the house at will."
As soon as Fenghuang heard that he could leave the mansion at will, he immediately cheered and said, "My lord is really wise."
The corner of Yang Yanjing's mouth couldn't hide a smile. Feng Feng asked at this time: "My lord, yesterday I heard from Yin Xiang that you went to the morning court just because of me."
Yang Yanjing said indifferently: "Yes, this king and the fourth prince went to court early, and the father not only forgave you, princess, but also punished Yang Yanxing."
Fenghuang hurriedly said: "Fourth prince, is it Yang Yanming, whose biological mother is the imperial concubine?"
"Yes," Yang Yanming said flatly.
Fenghuang went on to say: "Speaking of this Yang Yanming, I have to thank him very much. He rescued the siege in Er Niang's palace before, and yesterday he was in the palace of Concubine Hua, helping me comfort the imperial concubine..."
At this time, before Fenghuang finished speaking, Yang Yanming slammed the brush on the desk. Fenghuang didn't know what he said wrong, and just wanted to ask.
Yang Yanming said coldly: "Princess, please don't get too close to my brothers in the future."
Fenghuang quickly explained: "My lord, what kind of attitude is this? You really misunderstood this time. Yang Yanming and I have only met a total of three times. There is nothing close. This time, you are narrow-minded."
"Princess, you should do as the king says." Yang Yanjing ordered.
Fenghuang was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er. Yang Yanjing is not such an unreasonable person, why is he so strange today.
Fenghuang has no idea how strong Yang Yanjing's possessive desire is in his heart, his own woman and his own rights cannot be coveted by others. As for Yang Yanming's ulterior motives for Fenghuang, Yang Yanjing has long been aware of it. In order to guard against future night long dreams, Yang Yanjing had to scold Fenghuang harshly.
Because of Yang Yanjing's emotional ups and downs just now, the old problem of coughing happened again, Fenghuang blamed himself, maybe he said something wrong, which made Yang Yanjing's cloudy and sunny today.
Fenghuang hurriedly said: "My lord, my lord, don't say any more."