Chapter 5

"You!" Feng Qing'er's face was blue and purple, how could Pearl, Jade and White Jade Soup be so good? She originally planned to put the blame on Feng Qingge, but she didn't expect to be seen by this dead fat man ahead of time. She was even more stunned in her heart, and quickly smiled and said, "Sister Qingge, why is this a black pot? For the sake of Fengfu, you just..."

"That won't do, even if you want to send the beggars, you have to give them at will, right?" Feng Qingge smiled, casually glanced at the half-piece of jade on Feng Qing'er's waist, and a gleam of light flashed in his black eyes. .

In the memory of this deity, apart from the ring left by her mother, this is the only half-piece of jade. Unfortunately, Feng Qingge's deity is stupid and trash. To have such a treasure can only be squeezed.

In the past few years, almost all of her accessories, as long as there are good-looking ones, have been scraped off by Feng Qinger. If the ring in her hand could not be taken off, she would have suffered too. In her memory, her obsession with this jade is too deep, she must get it!

"I think the piece of jade on your waist is not bad, why don't you give it to me, and I will help you take the blame." Yawning, Feng Qingge said with a smile.

Feng Qinger almost vomited blood, stared at Feng Qingge fiercely, and said angrily: "What did you say, this jade..." This jade is a treasure. She could have identified it in the jewelry store at the beginning, and it was at least a thousand taels of silver. How could she give this fool!

Helplessly shrugging her shoulders, Feng Qingge turned around and said, "If you are reluctant to let it go, forget it, you can bear the blame yourself."

"Miss Qing'er, the emperor has arrived at the gate of Fengfu, and the owner is in a hurry. Are you ready?" Outside the courtyard, the anxious voice spread into the backyard.

Squeezing the jade in his hand fiercely, Feng Qinger's silver teeth were about to be crushed, and he slowly removed the jade from his waist, with that expression as if he had cut a piece of her flesh.

Dragging her chin, Feng Qingge couldn't help nodding her head and said, "Look at the phoenix golden fork that my sister is wearing today, it's pretty good, why don't you give it to me with a jade pendant?"

"Wind Qingge!"

"Okay, I know, my sister is reluctant to let it go, then forget it, you will bear the blame yourself."

Quickly made a stop gesture, Feng Qingge hummed coldly and was about to leave.

Feng Qinger was in a hurry, stomped her feet and said, "Stop, stop, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, here, here!" He quickly took off the golden fork on his head, and Feng Qinger was attached to the jade. Decided to hand it to Feng Qingge together.

The whole person's lungs were about to explode with anger, but Feng Qinger couldn't let it out. Tong Ling's big eyes stared at Feng Qingge. As long as this waste was made into pearl jade and white jade soup, everything would be easy to say.

A sly light flashed by, and Feng Qinger stood with his fists clenched.

It's just that the light in the depths of the eyes happened to be captured by Feng Qingge. Even if she thinks with her toes, Feng Qingge knows what Feng Qinger wants to do. Putting Yujue into her arms, Feng Qingge clapped her hands and smiled and said, "Sister is really generous, well, I'll cook it myself and make an unforgettable pearl jadeite and white jade soup for the emperor!"

Walking to the kitchen with big strides, Feng Qingge glanced at the messy ingredients inside and just smiled coldly.

Putting on the black coat again, the person in the wheelchair closed his eyes slightly, listening to the noisy voice outside, and said indifferently: "Is there any way to make a person change in one day?"

"Of course there is. Yesterday's little girl, today's wife, doesn't this change in an instant? I said boss, remember to bring the eagle with me next time you go out." Patting the folds on Mu Cangyun's clothes, the man in red The man laughed, slapped the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile, "I heard that Miss Qing'er of Fengfu is as beautiful as a goddess. She finally came here once, and she has to let me see her beauty."

"Go to the backyard, I want to make sure again, Feng Qingge." The light in his black eyes flashed, Mu Cangyun said quietly, his slender fingers brushing the wheelchair, he still couldn't imagine that such a woman would Has such a calm temper.

Finally, when Feng Qinger was about to collapse, the kitchen door creaked open.

Holding the tray, the small silver bowl was placed firmly on it. In order to prevent the fragrance from leaking out and affecting the taste, Feng Qingge deliberately added a small silver lid, which looked very small.

Dishes, in addition to color and aroma, must also attract people's attention in form.

Even Feng Qing'er was startled, she quickly took the tray, gritted her teeth and said, "Slow death, the emperor has already arrived at the main hall, and will soon arrive at the first-grade hall, you, come with me too."

"Don't rush to open it, sister, it's not good if it's cold." Seeing that Feng Qinger was about to open the cover, Feng Qingge just reminded with a faint smile.

Feng Qinger didn't bother to pay attention to it either, and walked outside with a tray in her hand. Feng Qingge was recognized as a waste in the country of Yun, and she couldn't do anything. She didn't expect Feng Qingge to do anything earth-shattering.

After Feng Qinger left, Feng Qingge pressed one hand on her lips, and in the dark eyes, a flash of light flashed past, looking towards the jungle in the backyard.

"Good show, it's starting." Since she wants to act, she just wants to accompany her! As she said that, Feng Qingge's whole body trembled, and that majestic and domineering appearance was not at all weak.

but……

"Then what, is there anyone, please give me a kick, I seem to be stuck again..."

What a sharp girl!

Looking at Feng Qingge, who was stuck in the crack of the door, the person hiding in the jungle slowly pushed aside the leaves in front of him, frowning slightly, that girl doesn't look like a good stubble, this time Feng Qing'er is afraid that she will suffer a loss. .

Although Fengfu is a family that protects the country recognized by the imperial court, it does not engage in government affairs. The head of the Fengfu family cut all the thorns for the emperor back then, so he was highly regarded by the emperor. This hall is where the Feng family held a banquet. In order to thank the owner of the Feng family for his kindness, the emperor would go to Fengfu to celebrate his birthday every year. Over time, this hall has become a food hall.

Almost all the officials up and down the court arrived, and the yard was full and did not look crowded at all. On the huge lotus stage, the dancer dancing the dance swayed her waist.

The person sitting on the podium first, dressed in a dragon robe, with pale hair on the temples and densely striped lines on his forehead, who should have been in high spirits, sat a little tired on the soft slump. Mu Cangyun sat opposite Feng Lingyun, the head of the Feng family, and sat together with the courtiers. He didn't even have a special place for the prince.

The Feng family has arrived, and Feng Qingge can't follow Feng Qing'er upright, and can only stand in the crowd at will. With so many people, it is impossible for the emperor to see her at first sight.

"Miss, you can count, here." A weak voice came from the side, and before Feng Qingge could react, the pair of icy little hands had already grabbed her arm and pulled her to the disciple's side.

Feng Qingge fixed her eyes and saw that the little girl in front of her was only twelve or thirteen years old. She was delicate and sensitive, but her complexion was a bit more sallow. She swept her surroundings timidly. Seeing that no one noticed them, she relaxed. A breath of air.

Cui Chun, her personal girl, has taken care of her since she was a child. Even if she is bullied, this little girl will help her get beaten. This year, she is 18 years old, but due to long-term malnutrition, she looks like 13 years old. Children around the same. This little pink padded jacket was too big for her.

"Miss, His Royal Highness has something to do, and I can't participate in this banquet..." Cui Chun said in a low voice with a disappointed tone.

Prince, who is it? For some unknown reason, Feng Qingge's heart trembled slightly when she heard these words, and a sad breath swept over her, she almost couldn't control her emotions.

In my memory, the person who was as indifferent as snow was like a snowy mountain, with a cold breath that could freeze everything at any time. Even she herself didn't know what she was craving for, the heavy snow in the sky, she was standing in the snow, and he was there.