Of course, Fangfei herself was not willing to meet the prince. She had just started her life in the palace, and she had not learned any human nature. Perhaps because she hid under Luo Jia's wings every day, she was tired of being with him every day and having dinner.
Ah, visit the garden, read books and play chess with him... Anyway, there are very few outsiders except for palace ladies. She originally had her own Zhaoyang Hall, but Luo Jia didn't let her go, so she could only go to Lizheng Hall.
Mu Mu accompanied him.
Subconsciously, Luo Jia also had some painstaking efforts. He loved the happiness brought by this little man and did not want her to follow the old path of intrigue among Concubine Lin and others. He didn't ask, but it didn't mean he didn't.
I know, I am really bored with such a life. No matter how simple Fangfei is or how ignorant the world is, once she is involved in the palace life, who knows if she will be the next Concubine Lin? Isn't it good to just stay simply like this?
Is it?
Why do people need so many "smart"?
So, when Fangfei saw the prince again, she was in a hurry - she just thought so, but she kept her hands properly, sitting next to Luo Jia, like a puppet, without saying anything, and was so nervous that she could only be nervous
Breathing with big mouthfuls.
In countless imaginations, the prince must be haggard, melancholy, and even listless. But no, it was not the case at all. He seemed to have recovered, his whole body became stronger and dark. Especially his hands, she
I have seen these hands countless times during my illness. They were once as weak as scholars, but now, these hands are obviously thick and powerful, as if they were the hands of a warrior.
The prince is full of life and vitality that she has never seen before, and is definitely not the weak and sickly handsome man who was dying on the hospital bed in the past.
She was so surprised that Fang knew how ridiculous the girl's selfish speculation was, and she was really overestimating her charm. The prince would not be sad, nor would he be sad for himself. Perhaps, in his mind, he could not count anything.
He was ashamed again, because of his "Feng Zhaoyi". He had committed himself to his father, how could he ask him to be sad for himself?
The shameless person is himself, not the prince.
The prince did not change his expression and knelt down at Luo Jia: "Sons meet the father and Feng Zhaoyi..."