At this time, Fenghuang, who was in the palace, finished his dinner restlessly. He was already worried about Yang Yanjing's safety, and now he confronted Yang Yanming face to face, he felt even more uneasy.
Fenghuang was waiting for Yang Yanjing's return in the study, but he felt more and more that he had been involuntarily involved in this bottomless vortex of power.
Fenghuang asked himself countless times in his heart, whether Yang Yanjing would be like Yang Yanming, who would do anything for status and power,
"No way," Fenghuang said to himself suddenly, which frightened Yinhuan who was beside him.
"Princess, what are you talking about. What are you talking about, impossible?" Yinhuan hurriedly asked.
"No, nothing." Fenghuang was a little embarrassed, and said repeatedly, "It's okay, Yinhuan, it's okay."
"Princess, you saw the Fourth Prince come back from Haitian Tower today, and you are all weird." Before Yinhuan finished speaking, Fenghuang hurriedly covered Yinhuan's mouth.
"Yinhuan, didn't I tell you to keep it a secret? Why do you still have such a big mouth." Fenghuang said angrily, reprimanding Yinhuan for his big mouth.
"Wangfei, it's just the two of us now, don't worry, Wangfei." Yinhuan explained.
"Walls have ears." Fenghuang was a little guilty, so he naturally had to pay attention to everything, but when Fenghuang and Yinhuan were in the study, a dark shadow had completely heard their conversation.
At this time, before the prince entered the mansion, a faint cough was heard outside the mansion. Fenghuang's ears were the sharpest, and she was the first to hear a faint cough, and hurried out of the study.
She ran and ran to the outside of the mansion, and finally arrived at Yang Yanjing, but after the hour of taking the medicine, Yang Yanjing suddenly had a cough and his face was a little pale.
"My lord, you, why did you come back?" Fenghuang was worried, but he was relieved, and was a little excited for a while.
Fenghuang hurriedly walked towards the sleeping hall with Yang Yanjing on his arm, "cough cough cough cough cough cough..." Yang Yanjing just wanted to speak, but he couldn't stop coughing and couldn't speak.
"My lord, don't talk yet, let's go into the room first." Fenghuang said, supporting Yang Yanjing back to the study.
Yin Xiang hurriedly brought the decoction, Fenghuang patiently finished feeding Yang Yanjing the decoction, brought candied fruit, and handed it to Yang Yanjing.
Only then did Yang Yanjing's cough calm down a lot. "Princess, you've worked hard." Yang Yanjing was able to speak properly.
But Fenghuang complained, "My lord, it's not hard for me to serve you, but it's really hard for me to wait for you for a long time."
"Okay, my princess, isn't this king standing right in front of you now?" Yang Yanjing looked at Fenghuang affectionately, and saw that on Fenghuang's face, there was still a look of worry about herself, so he couldn't help but feel a little worried. pity. "Okay, princess, I'm doing well. I just kept you waiting for too long. Cough cough cough cough..."
"Okay, lord, don't talk anymore, drink a cup of tea first to moisten your throat." Now Fenghuang felt sorry for Yang Yanjing.
Fenghuang was beside Yang Yanjing, serving tea and pouring water from time to time, and gently slapping Yang Yanjing's back from time to time. Yang Yanjing looked at this busy little woman, it was hard to imagine that this little woman would be the Seventh Princess who fought in the market, let alone that this little woman could also be in the hall, calm in danger Seven Princesses.
"Fenghuang, you also take a short rest, don't be busy everywhere." Yang Yanjing reminded softly.
But Fenghuang was still by Yang Yanjing's side as if on standby at any time, watching Yang Yanjing cough a little, he kept busy bringing water and patting him on the back.
In fact, although Fenghuang is a little busy by Yang Yanjing's side like this, at least his heart is at ease, and he doesn't need to worry anymore.
Candles are lit in the room, and the reflection makes people sit snuggled up. But Fenghuang seems to inspire the little woman in her mind only when she is by Yang Yanjing's side.
Fenghuang was leaning on Yang Yanjing's shoulder at this time, silently accompanying Yang Yanjing as he looked at the book of war in his hand, he seldom paid attention to the contents of the book, but couldn't stop looking at Yang Yanjing, with sharp edges and corners profile.
Fenghuang used to think that the word "beautiful and delicious" was always a bit exaggerated. But ever since the phoenix inexplicably traveled to ancient times, it has been discovered that all of this can be explained.
Because Yang Yanjing's cheeks are so perfect, and his facial features are so handsome, the nympho look of the little Phoenix girl is undoubtedly revealed in front of Yang Yanjing.
"Princess, how can you make me read a book if you stare at me like this?" Yang Yanjing suddenly looked at Fenghuang and said.
Fenghuang's nympho face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple, "My lord, you know I'm looking at you."
"Princess, your eyes are fixed on people, how could I not notice it." Yang Yanjing looked at Fenghuang's shy expression, and couldn't help but smile. Such a lovely woman is really incomparable to other women.
But the clever Fenghuang suddenly retorted: "My lord, if you don't look at me, how do you know I'm staring at you." Fenghuang cunningly turned his small eyes, wanting to see how Yang Yanjing would answer.
But Yang Yanjing turned his head and gave Fenghuang a kiss. The two lips touched together very quickly. Fenghuang was a little caught off guard, but Yang Yanjing didn't intend to stop. He opened Fenghuang's fragrant lips domineeringly. Yang Yanjing kept teasing the Phoenix's fragrant lips with the tip of her tongue.
Faced with such a sweet kiss suddenly, Fenghuang was somewhat caught off guard. Fenghuang responded clumsily, Yang Yanjing's kiss, the breath of the two people completely merged together, and they kissed each other deeply.
In the shadow of a red candle, Fenghuang's face flushed red, his lips were slightly parted, revealing the fresh, moist tip of his tongue. Yang Yanjing still couldn't help it, holding the tip of Fenghuang's tongue in his mouth, the two were inseparable, enjoying the ambiguous moment.
After a while of kissing, the two sat snuggled up. Every time Yang Yanjing couldn't feel himself wanting to completely possess this woman, he always had scruples in his heart.
There are too many secrets hidden in his heart, too heavy a burden on his shoulders, and he doesn't know if he will make Phoenix happy.
Phoenix often talks about forming an alliance with himself. For Yang Yanjing, if it is really an alliance, he will not have so many scruples, but the current Phoenix, for Yang Yanjing, is not just as simple as an alliance. Yang Yanjing has a Phoenix in his heart, and Yang Yan In Jing's heart, there is even more endless love and pity for Fenghuang.
From Yang Yanjing's point of view, Fenghuang, a beautiful and intelligent woman, should have married a powerful and powerful gentleman, but Fenghuang was willing to marry himself, this down-and-out prince. This kind of emotion is caught in it, every time Yang Yanjing thinks about it, his pity for Phoenix will come out.
But today, my mother-in-law proposed to make side concubine Li and Fenghuang equal, which I could not agree with at all.
Yang Yanjing hugged the phoenix and thought for a long time. Fenghuang, a little girl, had already fallen asleep. Jing Yanjing couldn't be more familiar with such a situation. He personally changed Fenghuang's clothes, put Fenghuang on the bed, and then slept next to Fenghuang.
The two quickly embraced each other and fell asleep... ..