The snow-white and delicate gold thread is pressed on Luoshuxuan, with a bunch of circles drawn, and there are small circles in the circles, a bunch of circles with no technical content. If it's not written by an expert, it's better than an elementary school boy.
This is... the painting of the world-famous national scholar
"Uh, the style is special!" After all, the regent is the regent, and it is absolutely uncommon. After being shocked for a while, he immediately picked up the words, and immediately turned around, resolutely not looking at the painting, and not giving Feng Zhiwei any modesty. By chance, he changed the subject with a slight smile, "Weihou, the Longjiang station is simple and simple, and I dare not detain Weihou's driver. The Huitong Hall has already been renovated for Weihou. Enter Beijing."
He didn't say a word about what happened before, and his tone was affectionate without losing his self-esteem, and he handled it just right. Feng Zhiwei also seemed to be the one who blamed her before, and repeatedly gave way, expressing how dare he work hard. Quickly drive back, Wei Zhi is coming to Beijing accompanied by the Ministry of Rites, the two talked amiably, went out hand in hand, and laughed at each other, so that those who smiled so much that the people with their hearts on all sides breathed a long sigh of relief.
Fortunately for Xiliang, the envoy Tiansheng is also aware of current affairs, and he can't step down if he doesn't insist. Fortunately for Tiansheng, the regent was able to bend and stretch, and he condescended to deal with the matter himself, and finally gave a step. The people on both sides stood on that step, smiled at each other, and temporarily stopped fighting.
Feng Zhiwei and the Prince Regent laughed at each other hand in hand on the steps, they both smiled cordially and heartily.
It's just that there is no smile in the eyes.
On the sixth day of July in the fifteenth year of Changxi's reign in Tiansheng, the team of Tiansheng envoys led by Feng Zhiwei finally entered the city of Jincheng under the personal welcome of the Prince Regent.
When her envoy team entered the city, Jincheng was empty, and both sides of the long street were crowded with people, vying to see the unparalleled demeanor of Tiansheng envoys.
Feng Zhiwei smiled and waved on the horse, with a graceful demeanor, which caused the girls in Xiliang to scream with joy, and the fresh flowers and fruits were poured down like rain, but Young Master Gu took them all and filled a basket full.
Feng Zhiwei smiled stiffly, and at the same time disliked the long street, her face was aching, and suddenly felt a thorn in her back, she tilted her head slightly, and looked around behind her eyes, but there were too many people, and There are shops and teahouses all around behind him, and it is impossible to find out the feeling of being watched closely.
She turned her face away and continued walking as if nothing had happened.
In a tea house ten feet away from her, behind a long window that was half-closed, someone stood quietly. The dark blue auspicious cloud pattern brocade robe was low-key but gorgeous, setting off the twinkling eyes on the gentle face.
There were crowds of people's heads all over the street, but his gaze always followed the back of a person in the middle of the crowd.
At this moment, the capital is covered with crowns, the people of Sri Lanka pour over the imperial capital, and the honor and excitement of fluttering colorful silks are all for that person.
his sworn enemy.
his enemy.
His... concubine.
The ferocious warriors who fought alone against thousands of armies under the Baitou Cliff, the Shaoyao captives who have undergone torture and trials in the dark prison of Puyuan, the red sleeves in the study in the inner courtyard add fragrance to the concubine who is gentle and gentle, and the concubine beside Ningbi Lake stirs up the situation. The master planner who came back on New Year's Eve, the eloquent negotiator who came back, and the city jumper who resolutely held the bow in the city of Pucheng.
A person with thousands of faces, ever-changing, thought she was his, she would really be his, but in the end, she was always just that, the first minister of Tiansheng who was amazingly talented and played with others on top of applause .
During those days with her, there was one surprise, one joy, one joy after another, a heart that had been unknowingly clenched by her overturning means, ups and downs by others.
In the end, she cheated with a smile, and resolutely let go. With the jump at the top of Pucheng, he dropped his hands and grasped the cold and snowy wind with all his hands, as if grasping his own heart that was folded and discarded in an instant.
At that time, the corner of her clothes was rustling in the wind between his fingers, he let go of his fingers, and the corner of the cloth instantly turned to ashes.
She's the kind of liar who can tell a lie better than the truth.
She deceived him very hard.
His Royal Highness Jin Siyu, King An of Dayue, stared at that figure deeply. It was the first time he had seen her in men's clothing roaming around the crowd after half a year. Calmness makes people unforgettable in a lifetime.
I heard that she is getting better and better, she is invincible in Tiansheng's official circles, and she is the only one to go to Xiliang as an envoy, which is really surprising.
There was a smile on the corner of Jin Siyu's lips, which was still gentle, but there was another complicated meaning in the gentleness, like sadness or coldness.
"What is Your Highness looking at?" Suddenly someone interrupted, the person came forward with a smile, Jin Siyu's guards seemed to be familiar with him, and silently saluted and retreated.
Jin Siyu withdrew his gaze without looking back, took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "It's so lively."
The man squeezed to his side, looked down with his head, complex meanings flashed in his eyes for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "It's really a lively Xiliang—this envoy from Tiansheng, Your Highness knows him?"
He tilted his head and looked at Jin Siyu with a smile. He was tall and tall, dressed in a scarlet brocade robe, and had peach blossom eyes. When looking at people, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.
"How can I have a chance to know Marquis Wei? But I have been famous for a long time." Jin Siyu smiled, and asked casually, "Know the little prince?"
"I live in a secluded corner, and I can't enter the imperial capital unless I'm called. How can I get to know such a big man in the court?" The young man was also laughing, but in that laughter, it sounded like he was gnashing his teeth.
"This person is very human." Jin Siyu raised his chin in the direction where Feng Zhiwei's back disappeared, "Little prince better be careful."
I thought that this proud and conceited son of the vassal king would definitely disdain to refute, and didn't want to wait for a long time but there was no sound. Jin Siyu turned his head in amazement, and saw the young man staring in that direction for a long time, and said slowly: "I always have One day, if you want to call him, you have to be careful about mine."
Jin Siyu's eyes flashed, but he didn't ask, just patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said: "The young prince is talented, and this king has heard of it from as far away as Da Viet. This person is just an ordinary courtier for a day, he just has better luck. How can it be the little prince in case? It’s just that this person is in Jincheng now, you and I will inevitably have to meet him face to face, it’s better to be careful.”