When He Lianzheng saw her, he was stunned for a moment, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he smiled and said: "My dear, I can't see that you are so well-dressed."
Feng Zhiwei rubbed her yellow face and lowered her eyebrows—are you blind, didn't you see your aunt's "extraordinary" appearance
He Lianzheng grinned to himself, looked Feng Zhiwei up and down, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Feng Zhiwei with yellow face and drooping brows, in his eyes, yellow face? It was as smooth as gold! frown? That's a natural birthday! Anyway, no matter what others say, he thinks that his yellow-faced aunt is charming.
"Let's go." He Lianzheng came to lead her.
Feng Zhiwei flicks his body and moves out of the way.
"My lord, there is something I want to say first." She said lightly, "You should cut this matter first and then play it. Today, for you and me, I have to go to the banquet in this capacity in the palace, but ugly words first, it doesn't mean I should Without you, a second time is not allowed."
He Lianzheng turned his head to look at her, and said with a smile: "I know, I know, you women with the most important status in the Central Plains, haven't you seen my fiancée listed on my list? If I really ignored you, I should have listed Shizifei long ago."
"I don't like mutton, and I'm not interested in serving ten mistresses." Feng Zhi smiled slightly, "Compared with being one of the many concubines of the Prairie King, I'd rather be the mistress of an ordinary family in the Imperial Capital."
"Perhaps you can further convince me that I am willing to break the practice of the grassland royal family, as long as you are a concubine." He Lianzheng put his hands on his knees, looked at her with shining eyes, "beauty, treat me more carefully."
"Your Majesty, yes." Feng Zhi smiled, and went out first, "Wait until you convince me enough."
He Lianzheng stood on the spot, looking back at the woman's slender and resolute back, with more interest in her jewel-like eyes—obviously these words sounded arrogant, but from what she said, there was something not to be ignored. strength.
In her slender body, there seems to be a vastness and strength unmatched by ordinary people, shining in the dark.
After getting into the carriage arranged by He Lianzheng, two little maids came forward to serve her obediently. Feng Zhiwei learned a lesson and did not dare to refit Gu Yiyi and bring her out today. For this reason, she peeled a few catties of small walnuts to comfort her Home clothes.
Young Master Gu eats a lot of walnuts every day, but they are all in batches. He definitely only eats eight at a time. It is the same as his habit of eating meat. After eating eight, he will eat eight more. The daily number is definitely eight. multiples of .
In order to please her family, Gu Yiyi, Feng Zhiwei divided up the small walnuts according to the number, and hung small bags on Young Master Gu's waist, so that whenever the students of Qingming Academy heard the sound of walnuts colliding, Knowing that Lord Qingsha Kuangmo Gu is coming.
The carriage drove for half an hour, and stopped in front of the palace gate, the maids of the inner palace came to pick up Feng Zhiwei, got on the small carriage and went to the inner palace, He Lianzheng would be led by the inner servant to the outer court.
Before the carriage came to a stop, He Lianzheng dismounted hastily, ran to the front of the carriage and stretched out his hand. This action caused the officials and servants passing by all around to stop and look. I don't know which woman made the always domineering prince So caring.
The curtain of the car was lifted, and a hand stretched out. It was snow-white, slender, exquisite, like a jade, delicate and transparent when illuminated by the sun, and there was no decoration on the slender fingers. There was only a huge deep blue sea pearl, with a deep and reserved light. It makes the hand more white and delicate.
"Beautiful! Catkin!" A scholar of the Imperial Academy shook his head and sighed.
Behind the jade hand is a piece of light blue sleeves, very light blue, a rare color, elegant and distant, like the calm sea surface covered with snow-colored foam after the sun rises, without extra lace, pearls and jade decorations, Simple and noble.
"Beautiful! Huashang!" A Chunshen Palace scholar shook his head and sighed.
Everyone's eyes were attracted, and there was a moment of silence in front of the palace gate.
Several horses came galloping and stopped in front of the palace gate, but no one noticed.
He Lianzheng's eyes were bright, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he took that wonderful hand, and everyone sighed unconsciously.
The person in the car leaned out, his extremely slender and exquisite figure, with exquisite lines like the best-shaped beauty goblet, did not disappoint like that jade hand.
"Beautiful! Wonderful posture!" The passing scholar Cifu Hu stopped, and stood next to the Shuji scholar of the Imperial Academy and the scholar Chunshendian, shaking their heads together.
Everyone sighed inexplicably again.
He Lianzheng was triumphant.
The beauty got out of the car with the help of He Lianzheng. Everyone looked at her and felt that her steps were particularly nimble and light, with excellent charm.
Then the beauty looked up.
"Ah oh..."
The first sound was a surprised "Ah", and then realized that it was impolite, and quickly changed to a perfunctory "Oh".
"How sad! Rong!" The three old men who devoted themselves to chasing beautiful things walked away in a swish.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
With such a beautiful demeanor, why does she have a pale yellow face, slightly drooping brows, and a dilapidated look on her face
Embarrassment, embarrassment, waste, waste.
He Lianzheng was not affected at all, as if he was holding a treasure, he personally supported Feng Zhiwei's sleeve and sent him to the palace.
Feng Zhiwei had already listened to everyone's reactions, but she just smiled lightly—people in the world are dull, don't know beauty, how many people can be as uncontrollable by appearance as He Lianzheng
Just after walking a few steps, I suddenly felt a thorn on my back.
She turned her head and saw not far away Ning Yi in the royal robe and gold crown was standing with his hands behind his back, looking calmly.
His eyes didn't fall on her, but on He Lianzheng's hand supporting her. At that moment, Feng Zhiwei had an illusion, as if his eyes were a little too sharp, like knives.
As soon as she turned her head, Ning Yi's gaze drifted away, and landed in an empty space. Feng Zhi smiled and turned his eyes away.
Sit in the chariot to the palace, first learn etiquette in the side hall, and then meet Chang Guifei with the class. The tiredness on the brows and the corners of the eyes, it would take a lot of energy to stay in this palace for more than ten years.
"This is Ms. Feng, right?" Zhiwei Feng stood at the last one, Concubine Chang Guifei somehow saw her, and beckoned her to come closer with a smile.
Feng Zhiwei sighed sadly with her head buried, then raised her head and put on a gentle smile, using the best etiquette that she just learned this morning, walking up slowly, she suddenly felt the gazes from all around, each with meaning. .