The food on the table is so rich, there are several things that Fangfei has never eaten before, but she can eat it like her, but she feels no appetite for this meal, and it is difficult to swallow the food when it comes to her mouth.
Sometimes I looked around casually and saw that the prince was very comfortable, eating and drinking as if no one was around. Sometimes I chatted and laughed with my father without any restraint at all.
From beginning to end, he never looked at her, just as she was just any ordinary concubine of his father. He looked straight and had a dignified manner.
Seeing her looking around, Luo Jia knew that there was a ghost in her heart. She was slightly unhappy, but she couldn't have an attack on the spot. She coughed gently, picked up a piece of snack and put it in her bowl, and said softly: "You haven't eaten anything yet,
Try this, it tastes great…”
She picked it up and ate it, but because she ate too fast, she almost choked. She choked so hard that her tears fell.
Two palace servants hurriedly stepped forward to pat her back, and Luo Jia frowned: "Let's help Feng Zhaoyi go back and rest first."
As if she was granted a general amnesty, she got up and left without waiting for the help of the palace servants. Because she walked too fast and the Xiapei was too long, she almost fell down on her skirt.
No one noticed that the moment Luo Jia turned around and let her go, the prince's eyes floated over inadvertently. With just a glance, he quickly withdrew it back. The hardness in his heart was instantly soft, even if the sound of "Feng Zhaoyi" was used to her
The slight complaints disappeared without a trace. The puppet, herself and her, are actually puppets and cannot control their own destiny. She is actually unhappy, and she is not so happy here.
But what can I do? He clenched his fists secretly. To be strong, he must become very strong, whether it is a body or a right! He must not only be able to control his own destiny, but also control the destiny of others!
Zhang Jieyu and others were full of jealousy, but seeing that she could not stand the big scene and looked very petty, they were all secretly happy. With her performance, how many times could Your Majesty tolerate her? No, Your Majesty wrinkled
She browsed. She let out the first sneer in her heart: Your Majesty, how long can he last this time the freshness of his time?
Feng Zhaoyi, Feng Zhaoyi?! The higher you hold it, the more painful it hurts when you fall.