At first glance, Jun Feiliu's handwriting appears to be the handwriting of a famous artist, but it is weak and hollow, as if he has been hit by a soft muscle. However, Mo Feijun's handwriting is as domineering as hooks, and the edges of his strokes have a bit of a trace.
Murderous intent.
The writing is like a sword, with his consistent style, and the writing is full of force between the lines. It is a self-contained style of everyone.
Jun Feiyi, on the other hand, seemed to be the kind of person who was good at calculations, but facing the bloodthirsty Mo Feijun, she did not have any expectations for Jun Feiyi to win.
In terms of appearance, although Jun Fei Liu has a good appearance, he tends to be feminine, so he can always stay in the hearts of those women. Mo Fei Jun, who is sometimes charming and sometimes resolute, must have a better market in this regard.
Such a Mo Feijun should have been the most dazzling among the princes, but he had no choice but to lose all traces of his existence.
She guessed that if he had a choice, he would definitely not want this elusive wealth. He would rather join the family of ordinary people, be an ordinary man, and then use his abilities to support a world that belongs to him alone.
He can bend his bow and shoot eagles under the sun when he is free, or sleep lightly under the moonlight when he is sleepy.
If he wants it, he will do his best to pursue it. Day and night, everything belongs to him.
When Yun Dieyi recovered his thoughts, Mo Feijun's aura had long since disappeared, and he turned back to Jun Feimo's peaceful appearance, "Sister, when did you come back? Feimo thought you were going to stay in Yun Mansion."
It’s been a long time.”
As soon as Jun Feimo saw Yun Dieyi, he ignored the inexplicable fatigue on his body and immediately hugged her, then said, "Feimo didn't see my sister all day yesterday. I missed her. Did my sister miss Feimo a little bit?"
Woolen cloth?"
Feeling a peaceful atmosphere surrounding his whole body, Yun Dieyi put his hand on his back, "Well, I'm thinking about it a lot, but I'm not thinking about it just a little bit, but I'm thinking about it very much."
When Jun Feimo heard Yun Dieyi's words, the smile on his lips turned into a smile of happiness, "Feimo feels that he is the happiest person in the world. Maybe even Father Sun will envy Feimo's happiness."
A trace of soft-heartedness flashed through Yun Dieyi's heart. Such Jun Feimo really made people feel sorry for Ruosi. The past was so dark, but he was able to face it without resentment or anger, and always faced it with a pure heart.
She just said that she really wanted to make him so happy.
Everyone has a different definition of happiness, and she herself doesn't know what happiness is, but she is certain and determined that Jun Feimo's interpretation of happiness must be the simplest.
As if remembering something, Jun Feimo's clear eyes flashed with a trace of expectation, "After my sister left yesterday, my mother came again and said that there is a palace banquet today and we should go to it. It seems to be hosted by the Third Emperor's Brother.
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Hosted by the third prince Jun Feiyi? Yun Dieyi frowned.
She admitted that as a modern person who is accustomed to tapping the keyboard with her fingertips, she did not understand the ancient palace rules.
But in my memory, there are always some reasons for setting up palace banquets. Officials have performed meritorious services, generals have returned to court, or there are any major events in the royal family, or even to get close to the officials and their families. These are all reasons for setting up a palace.
But she hadn't heard of any major events recently, so there was no sign of a palace banquet.
At this time, Jun Feimo had already let go of Yun Dieyi and took the clothes sent by the queen. "The queen gave me a lot of palace clothes. This one was chosen by Feimo for my sister. Do you like it?"