Chapter 92

Feng Su reached out and picked a Begonia flower. She pulled out the petals one by one and said with a smile, "red brocade, you've been working hard these days. I'll wait at Liuyun garden in the future. "

This is to promote her as a second-class servant girl. Red brocade overjoyed, quickly knelt on the ground: "thank you, miss."

Red tea just came in with the washed fruit. Looking at her like this, she couldn't help saying playfully to Feng Su: "Miss, you scared the maidservant to death at the beginning."

Feng Su smiles, and some warmth appears on her face: "red brocade is doing well this time. It's time for Aunt Bai to stop by this time. My liuyunyuan is not so easy to watch. "

The servant girl in the room smiles tacitly, but this time aunt Bai is in trouble. Feng Su looks out of the window and puts a fruit into her mouth.

Hongjin's death was deliberately arranged for Bai yuanrou to see. Otherwise, it would be uncomfortable for her to be seen solidly in the yard. Bai yuanrou is a good means, constantly to her yard plug people, but next she can not that time. Feng gentle afraid is ten thousand also don't think she can prevent peony a person, but don't know dark place still have a red brocade. Fortunately, it was discovered early this time. Otherwise, Feng Ruan would have buried the whole Feng mansion sooner or later.

This kind of insidious strategy is really Mo Qiyun's consistent skill. It's really shameless. If Feng QingChu really died, Feng Fu's reputation would be destroyed, and his royal highness would be disgraced. If she doesn't die, she will be mean to her sister and poison her aunt. And the biggest profit of nature is the third prince Mo Qilin, out of such a thing, her Phoenix House is not willing to retire. At that time, she will have a reputation for immorality. Who else would dare to marry her. It happened that shakelu, Prince of Mobei, asked to marry at this stall. If she did not go, she would become a sinner of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and she did not know good or bad.

It's really three carvings with one arrow. The plot is so close that it's hard to advance or retreat. At a glance, we can see that it was written by her good husband Mo Qiyun in her previous life. In his previous life, he also used such a hand to force the eight princesses who had been married and widowed to go to Nanzhao to make peace. It was really shameless. If this becomes true, the third prince will naturally be very grateful to him. If he is a guest of honor, his private actions will be more convenient. Feng Su's eye ground once once crossed a silk to sneer at, only afraid now the affair can't be like seven Prince's idea.

Mo Qilin was arrogant and irritable. This time, he made a somersault on himself one after another. This loss, he is bound to take Mo Qiyun out. It's up to them to see if they can still be brothers as they used to be.

Feng Su squints and asks Qing'er to step back. Then she sits in front of the window. She pushes open the carved orchid and pear wood window and laughs: "the king of Anyang is here. Why don't you come in and sit down?"

Lian Gongjin fell from the tree. He was dressed in a rice white plain embroidered dragon fish pattern brocade dress, with a purple crystal and wide white jade belt around his waist. He was handsome, with thin lips rising slightly. He was wearing a pair of black leather soft soled boots with shining broken diamonds on the soles of his feet. Lian Gongjin walks slowly to Fengsu's window, conceals the worry between his eyebrows, and smiles: "how do you know this king is coming?"

"Wang Ye has been watching the play for so long. Now he comes to ask me?" Feng Su's eyes were full of charm, and her voice was sweet. She almost softened people's bones. "Princess hening has been pestering the Lord recently. You're pestering the ground tightly. The Lord still has time to come to my theater. I really admire her."

Even the temple brocade eye ground once once once crossed a silk can't detect of smile, step forward to resist her shoulder, smile: "Su Su, this is jealous?" Feng Su a stagnation, just ready to speak, even palace brocade has let go of her, light tunnel, "the emperor has ordered marriage, life this king choose day to marry Princess Ning."

"Congratulations, then." Feng Su stopped, then began to smile, heartless tunnel, but I do not know why the chest even stuffy pain, as if by what sharp object hit the heart.

Feng Su frowned, closed the window and said, "I'd better go back earlier. I don't want to be gossiped. I'm not well received. I hope you'll forgive me."

Her attitude was simply indifferent, with a hint of indifference. Lian Gong Jin stands by the window for a while, suddenly smiles, turns around and walks away.

When the news of the dark night Pavilion came, Lian Gongjin couldn't help changing his face. His eyes turned sour, and he squeezed the note into pieces and scattered it on the ground. The night Jing Liang looked at one side, could not help sighing, way: "palace brocade, this matter is not small, if it is true, the three princes' courage is too big."

Even the palace brocade is cold to hum a, the voice took silk inexplicable smile, cold and treacherous: "he has what dare not do. Jing Liang, let's decorate it. Don't miss it. "

At this time, the clouds were surging in the palace, and the emperor had been staying with the newly granted concubines for more than half a month. All the concubines were very angry, but there was no way. Only the concubine Rou, who just came back from the temple, remained in her bedroom as usual, as if she didn't care about it at all. The master of Chang'an palace was naturally in the limelight. The master was loved by no one else. He was so proud that he proposed to hold a banquet in the palace, but the emperor agreed.

Feng Su looks at the handwriting on the post and smiles. Mo Qilin didn't stop at all. He was determined to fight her to the end. I just don't know what tricks he used this time. Feng Su sits in front of the bronze mirror and looks at the young and charming woman in it. She smiles slowly. In this life, she still has a lot of time to play with them until they die!Looking at the chill on the corner of her lips, Qing'er can't help shivering. She quickly takes her hair and combs a bun for her. Qing'er specially takes out a thread of hair from her hair and hangs it down her neck on her chest. There are silver bells and jade beads on it. Behind her head are a pair of Phoenix hairpins with eyelashes. The purplish red jade beads hang down her hair and are beautifully tight.

red sleeve uncovers the fruit jelly lipstick, engrips the nail cover size evenly to smear on Phoenix's delicate lips, and takes the lotus flower sauce to sprinkle on Phoenix's dress, this just laughs: "Miss, you are really beautiful."

Feng Su smiles and her eyes are long. What's the use of being beautiful? It's not the same place to die. Feng Su pursed her lips, pushed the door open and stepped out. The sedan chair of Fengfu had already stopped outside the door. Feng Su took a look at the groom on the car. He lifted his lips and went in quietly, holding the cup on the red sandalwood tea table to warm his hands.

To be into the palace, Feng Su can not help but smile, step forward: "I have seen the emperor."

The woman sitting next to the emperor had pure skin color, like a newborn baby, delicate as a flower. He was slouching in the chair, wearing a light green light gauze shirt, a pair of tassel silver diamonds on his ears, and his eyes were full of emotion. With a twinkle and a smile, it seems to see a hundred flowers in full bloom, surrounded by butterflies. However, the three spirits have gone to the seven spirits. No wonder the emperor is addicted to this charming charm. At one glance, Feng Su recognized the woman in front of her. She was a disciple of Mo Qiyun's family, the imperial concubine.

Originally this woman should be three years later to appear in the emperor's side, now Mo Qiyun come up with such a way, I'm afraid it is also forced helpless. Feng Su stood up straight and glanced at Mo Qi Yun quietly. Although he was still sitting beside Mo Qi Lin, the third prince, with a warm face, his palms on his knees were clenched into fists. His legs were separated and his eyes narrowed slightly. He this appearance, Feng Su can't help but smile in the heart, clear already was extremely angry.

"Is this Miss Feng?" she said with a smile? It's a lovely birth. "