Luo Jia smiled and said, "The two beloved concubines are exempt from gifts. It's such a cold day, why do you have to go this trip?"
"Your Majesty, this is a gift I have given to Feng Zhaoyi, just a little care."
"Fangfei, this is for you, please take it."
Fangfei, um, neither stretched out her hand nor spoke. Luo Jia glanced at her, knew that she didn't understand these things, and she didn't expect to let her learn, so she asked the palace servant to accept the gift.
Concubine Zuo Shu took the gift but did not deliver it to her. Concubine Zhang turned around and looked strange and looked slightly surprised: "Concubine Shu, are you? Your gift..."
Concubine Zuo took a step back and pointed at Fangfei, looking very frightened: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, she...she is..."
Of course Luo Jia knew what she was going to say, so he coughed gently: "I forgot to introduce to you that Feng Zhaoyi is the niece of the psychic Taoist priest, so you will call her Feng Zhaoyi from now on..."
Feng Zhaoyi? No, she is not Feng Zhaoyi, she is a monster!
Concubine Zuo almost shouted out to expose this huge conspiracy. Oh my god, the Holy Virgin Princess, how did she transform? Could it be a vixen? Didn’t she bewitch His Majesty? What should I do? How can I expose her vixen?
Identity, remove the painted skin from her body?
However, as soon as she touched Luo Jia's stern gaze, she never dared to say these words again. What should I do? Did she just watch His Majesty be deceived by the vixen?
"Your Majesty... I have something to say..."
Seeing that she was out of control, Concubine Zhang also noticed something was wrong. This was the first time she had seen Fangfei, but Concubine Zuo clearly looked like an old acquaintance.
"Your Majesty, she is not..."
"Concubine Zuo Shu, you hear it clearly. She is Feng Zhaoyi!"
Concubine Zuo Shun never dared to continue talking. She came into contact with Fangfei's cold gaze again. Yes, absolutely, right. If there are many people in the world who look similar, she has a very deep impression of Fangfei, especially her
A kind of temperament, the lonely and cold temperament that grows up in the temple, cannot be changed.
At this time, the woman opposite had such temperament and had not changed at all.