Nian'er's eyes stayed on Fenghuang and did not leave for a moment, Fenghuang smiled bitterly, and said in a low voice: "Maybe, anyway, Nian'er, you have to be good."
Fenghuang stood up, walked towards Wenchen and his wife, bowed his head and said, "Please."
"Don't worry." Wen Chen cupped his hands and said, his voice was small but powerful. Fenghuang looked around at the people around him, nodded, and started on the journey.
When he arrived at Nanchu Palace, Fenghuang used a trick to bribe the officials, sneak in, steal the maidservant's clothes, and pretend to be a maidservant. Although she wears the same clothes and makeup as the other maids, but there is an extra calmness between her brows, which is both majestic and alert, making her memorable.
However, the problem came again. After staying in Nanchu Palace for a few days, Fenghuang found that she could not get in touch with Yang Tingjing just by being a rough servant girl. If she couldn't see him, all her efforts would be in vain. Working day and night at the edge of Nanchu Palace, but still unable to find half of His Majesty in the palace, he couldn't help but feel worried. Time could not be delayed any longer, she was observing the terrain and the positions of various buildings all the time, inquiring about various news, waiting for the opportunity.
Fenghuang became a little maid, she was diligent in her hands and feet, she also showed a witty energy, and she didn't make a fuss, so she was loved by the nanny in charge.
One day, there happened to be a temporary need for a maid in Yang Tingjing's courtyard, and the nanny was the first to think of Fenghuang, and sent her there.
While cleaning the courtyard with a group of court ladies, Yang Tingjing walked out of the house slowly, with imperceptible flames hidden in her cold eyes, familiar sword eyebrows and star eyes, tight lips, sharp-edged face, Phoenix raised her eyes, The four eyes meet each other, looking at a millennium.
She even had an illusion that maybe Yang Tingjing remembered him, and Fenghuang looked at him sadly and stubbornly, fearlessly. She is the courage of Phoenix's conceit. She has never been afraid of the bullet close to her neck to go with him without hesitation. However, he has forgotten himself. Are all the stories her dreams? Is he, Yang Tingjing, going to run away like this
Yang Tingjing's eyes slipped, and he cast aside Phoenix's gaze, which he had already caught, and frowned, two shallow vertical ripples appeared between the brows, and he turned around and coughed.
The maids stopped their work one after another and bowed down to salute. Fenghuang also quickly regained his composure, and shouted together with the others, "Greetings to Mr. Nanjin".
It was the first time he called such an unfamiliar title, Fenghuang buried his head deeply, trying to suppress the discomfort. Yang Tingjing took one last look at Fenghuang, it was cold and without temperature, like the cold wind of deep winter, blowing across Fenghuang's face. But after all, he didn't say anything, didn't expose Fenghuang, and let himself stay, why
Phoenix looked at his leaving back, thinking. In any case, I managed to stay, as long as I act carefully in the future, there will always be a chance to wake up Yang Tingjing's memory. Phoenix is full of confidence.
The next day, Her Majesty the Queen came to visit Yang Tingjing in person. She was very interested and wanted to discuss the enthronement.
"Nan Jin, look, this is the wedding dress I prepared for you on the day you ascended the throne as the King of Nanchu. Take a look, do you like it?" She pointed behind her, and several servant girls were showing the wedding dress. The bright red wedding dress is very luxurious, flowing with brilliance, densely embroidered with various patterns, lifelike, inlaid with precious stones, stitched with fine gold and silver, and the threads used are all gold and silver threads, The clothes are crisp and stylish. Her Majesty the Queen must have been built by heavy industry, and it took a lot of thought.
But Yang Tingjing didn't seem interested, or even indifferent.
At this time, Fenghuang was cleaning up the sundries in the house and tidying up the decorations, but his attention was all on Her Majesty the Queen and Yang Tingjing. Her Majesty the Queen spoke again: "Nan Jin, the day you ascended the throne as the King of Nan Chu was our wedding day. Good things come in pairs. I also chose the festive red color."
When Fenghuang heard this, his heart ached and he clenched his sleeves tightly. But she tried to hold herself back, her face was still expressionless, and her hands and feet were still briskly tidying up. She warned herself to be rational, and only rationality and restraint can achieve the goal. These are nothing compared to the future. Fenghuang bit her lip with all her strength, other than that, she was still a decent and ordinary maid, making tea for her two masters. As everyone knows, Yang Tingjing also noticed it, he kept his face and pretended nothing happened.
Fenghuang didn't notice that Yang Tingjing's attitude was still indifferent, as if what he said had nothing to do with him, his eyes didn't linger on the wedding clothes for a moment, and he only stared at Her Majesty out of politeness. There was no emotion, the sculpture-like face, even breathing was not obvious, beside him, there was only a sense of oppression.
Your Majesty, that's too wishful thinking.
Finally, Yang Tingjing shook his head, and said softly: "I don't like red instead." This sentence, the voice is low, the tone is not heavy, but people must pay attention to it, there is no way to refuse, listen only obey.
Her Majesty the Queen panicked all of a sudden, her complexion changed immediately, the corners of her upturned mouth collapsed, and her eyes lost their brilliance. This was her painstaking effort, and it was all her heart. got rejected.
Her Majesty the Queen was a little lost, looked out of the window, and asked in a low voice, "What color does Nan Jin like?" The disappointment in her tone could not be concealed, red is so festive, people who get married in the folk are all dressed in red wedding robes, Nan Jin really likes it. Is it because I don't like red or what.
"White or black." Yang Tingjing said casually, indifferently.
Her Majesty, who seemed deflated, revived her spirits as if returning to the light, and she said with a slight smile: "Nan Jin, how can you use black and white. The joy of enthronement and the joy of wedding do not match black and white. How can you use black and white?" Choose these two colors, can't other colors be considered?"
White, it looks like a mourning dress.
Black, too depressing, not suitable for them to get married,
Her Majesty the Queen was a little anxious, and said softly: "You don't like red, and it's not that you are asked to wear red wedding gowns all the time. You only need to wear it once on the day of your enthronement, which is the day of our wedding. Isn't it possible, Nan Jin? "
Her Majesty the Queen is ruthless in front of others, but she is flattering in every possible way in front of Yang Tingjing. Fenghuang couldn't help sighing that Her Majesty is really kind to Yang Tingjing.
"That's not red, um... golden?" Her Majesty asked again.
Fenghuang, who was watching the words and expressions from the side, was a little moved. He always knew that Nanjin didn't like gaudy colors, and he only wanted to bring out the colors of his personality, plain white and quiet black. This is the tacit understanding between Fenghuang and Yang Tingjing, but it's a pity that Yang Tingjing only subconsciously remembered his favorite color.