When Yang Tingjing heard someone coming in, he raised his eyebrows a little. He naturally knew that it was the queen who came down, but he still pretended to be fascinated by reading, and didn't pay much attention to it, but continued to read his book. Her Majesty the Queen looked at her "Nanjin" quietly and was very content, so she didn't bother. After a while, he turned and left.
At the gate of the hall, Her Majesty the Queen summoned "Tingzi" again and told her to serve "Nan Jin" with all her heart and report to herself in time if there was any situation. Fenghuang acted obediently, and assured Her Majesty that he would work hard to make "Nanjin" more accustomed to the life here, and make preparations for becoming the king of Nanchu.
Her Majesty the Queen looked at Fenghuang carefully, but still couldn't help threatening: "If you take good care of Nanjin, I can give you whatever you want in this palace, but you still have to pay for things that don't belong to you." Don't think about it, otherwise you won't get anything, do you understand, Tingzi?"
Fenghuang pretended to be shocked, knelt down on the ground, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me, Tingzi has no second thoughts."
"Look how frightened you are, I just said it casually, it's better not to be greedy for this person, I'm doing it for your own good." Her Majesty said unhurriedly, "Okay, you go back and serve Mrs. Nanjin Bar."
After Her Majesty left, Fenghuang hurriedly came to Yang Tingjing with the pastries he made himself. Yang Tingjing put down the book, took a sip of tea, and looked at Fenghuang with sideways eyes. Fenghuang regained his composure, presented the hot pastry, and said to Yang Tingjing: "Your Excellency, you are tired from reading. Try the pastry newly made by the servant girl. This is a famous delicacy in the capital of the Yang Family." The word "eat", hoping to attract Yang Tingjing's attention, because this pastry was Yang Tingjing's favorite before.
Yang Tingjing raised his eyebrows, stretched out his knuckle fingers, gently pinched the soft glutinous dumpling, took a bite and chewed carefully. Fenghuang couldn't help asking: "How does it taste, do you remember anything?"
Yang Tingjing just ate bite by bite with a blank face, and finally said: "It tastes good."
"Just think it tastes good?" Phoenix asked.
Yang Tingjing raised his eyebrows slightly, and said coolly: "Then what else do you want me to say?"
"Servant, this servant is just asking casually, sir, you are busy, this servant has stepped back." Fenghuang said in a low voice, after hearing Yang Tingjing's answer, Fenghuang sighed inwardly, it seems that he used food to bring back Yang Tingjing's memory method has no effect.
She stared at the ground in disappointment, thinking about the many hints she had made to Yang Tingjing in the past few days, seeing him becoming more and more obedient to Her Majesty the Queen but showing no sign of recovering his memory. Although Fenghuang didn't show it on the surface, his heart was already anxious. As the day of enthronement draws nearer, Phoenix becomes more and more restless.
"By the way, my lord, did your lord live in this palace before? Why didn't the servants see you before?" Fenghuang asked pretending to be puzzled.
"Is that so, it seems that you have been serving in Nanchu Palace for a long time." Yang Tingjing answered irrelevantly.
Fenghuang persisted and said: "Well, this servant once passed by Princess Li's bedroom, and the princess said that there was a seventh prince in the capital of the Yang Clan who was very similar to your lord, and the princess was still very fond of that prince, but unfortunately that prince already had a family. Moreover, he loves his concubine deeply, so Princess Li had no choice but to let it go."
Fenghuang blushed a little after saying these words, and looked up at Yang Tingjing, wondering if it was her illusion, she vaguely felt that Yang Tingjing had a smile on his face, "You are very free, and you can still listen to Princess Li talking to you. You say this."
Fenghuang smiled awkwardly, looked at Yang Tingjing who lowered his head to read again, Fenghuang shook his head, she hinted several times that Yang Tingjing was not Nanjin of Nanchu, but the Seventh Prince of Yang Clan, but Yang Tingjing Still nothing happens.
Time passed day by day, and the enthronement ceremony was about to come. The sun was shining brightly that morning, there was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sky was clear, which seemed to indicate that the enthronement ceremony would be successfully completed, and Yang Tingjing would naturally become the new King of Southern Chu. Her Majesty the Queen and Yang Tingjing would go smoothly wedding.
As the maidservant who served Yang Tingjing personally, Fenghuang naturally followed behind her. Fenghuang felt very uncomfortable, and his mood was not very high. Yang Tingjing kept looking at Fenghuang thoughtfully, with a smile that Fenghuang couldn't see at the corner of his mouth.
After everything was ready, Her Majesty the Queen led the ministers of Southern Chu towards Yuntai. The majestic and majestic cloud platform is even more magnificent after being decorated with meditation. The drummers lined up on both sides, beating the big drums with a deafening sound, as if they were telling the sky that the Southern Chu Kingdom is about to change its dynasty. Stepping on a long carpet made of colorful silk, Her Majesty the Queen and the ministers stopped in front of the cloud platform.
Her Majesty looked at everything in front of her with satisfaction, and nodded to the announcer next to her. The reader understood it and read aloud: "Respectfully invite the King of Southern Chu!"
Hearing this, the ministers behind him knelt down and bowed their heads one by one, waiting for Yang Tingjing to appear. I saw Yang Tingjing dressed in white, and the blue belt around his waist just outlined a solid and tough figure. When the breeze blew, a strand of blue hair floated to his forehead, making him look extraordinarily handsome and upright. Fenghuang followed Yang Tingjing. Under the sunlight, the man in front of him was so radiant that Fenghuang felt a little dazed, and his thoughts drifted back to the happy time when they were in the Seventh Prince's Mansion. However, Yang Tingjing's stern eyes made her feel that there is no possibility of returning to the past, maybe he will only be in the Southern Chu Kingdom in this life,
Fenghuang's eyes were getting wet gradually, but she was helpless, how much she wanted Yang Tingjing to embrace her as gently as before, but she was just thinking about it.
The enthronement ceremony was still going on, and when the ministers raised their heads, they were surprised by the white clothes of the new South Chu king.
"On such a festive day, how can Mr. Nanjin wear white clothes? It's not auspicious!" A minister couldn't help but say it, and the person next to him gave him a blank look and said, "Eat salty radish and don't worry about it. Didn't you see that?" Her Majesty is wearing a black dress, the two of them are black and white, how well they match."
What else would the minister want to say, this has always been the wedding of Her Majesty the Queen and her husband-in-law during the registration of the King of Southern Chu. They are all dressed in bright red robes, but they dare not say anything more when they see Her Majesty's solemn black dress , only muttered a few words in a low voice, and believed that Her Majesty the Queen did it on purpose.
"Our Majesty the Queen is different. Perhaps, she thinks this is more suitable for them." Another minister said with a smile, watching the Queen hold Yang Tingjing's hand, and the two walked up the cloud side by side. tower.