Feng Xizi didn't look back, just paused. Who was she going to marry? She had a relationship with him. Why couldn't she marry him if he didn't let her marry him?
Feng Xizi snorted coldly and walked out of Jinxiu Pavilion, standing proudly and independently on the second floor terrace of Mingyue Building.
She held on to the railing, looked down, and then frowned in confusion: There was a sea of people downstairs downstairs, crowded, shoulder to shoulder... These were all within her expectations, but... why did everyone seem to have rehearsed it?
Same, they all stood outside the "Hydrangea Area" of Mingyue Building, revealing a clean open space downstairs without even a fallen leaf?!
A gust of wind blew by, and a few fallen leaves drifted miserably away, and then...then there was still a big open space!
"Hey, these people are really smart, they know how to 'protect oneself wisely'! Let me just say, fighting with my uncle for a woman is simply asking for death." The girl followed her, and after just one glance, she couldn't help laughing.
Made a sound.
Feng Xizi glared at her fiercely. Thinking that this girl was of the same lineage as that vixen, she growled: "Mo Xianyu, shut up."
Mo Xianyu didn't take her anger seriously at all, "I don't think many in the entire imperial capital would dare to catch the hydrangea thrown by you, Miss Feng. After all, beauty, even though money is good, she has to live to enjoy it."
The relationship between Feng Xizi and Mo Zhilan has developed to the point where everyone knows that whoever marries Feng Xizi at this time is undoubtedly going against the current emperor's uncle and regent, that is, against the royal family.
Marry Feng Xizi? Humph, even if you eat the ambition of a leopard, you won't dare...
"Little miss...what should we do now?"
"...Salad!" Tinghe has already presented the tray with colorful hydrangeas, but the venue downstairs is already "empty", who is she going to throw it to?
Damn it! Damn Mo Zhilan!
"Xizi, you can throw the hydrangea farther away, and just throw it to the place with the most people. If it hits the one it counts, and..." Before Mo Xianyu could finish his words with a smirk, his eyes suddenly widened,
Pointing to the commotion not far away. "Xizi, look -"
Before he finished speaking, he saw a dozen tall and tall men in smart clothes running out from the end of Zhuque Street. They moved neatly close to the crowd and separated a wide road.
At the same time, four silver-clad guards carried a brocade palace sedan and walked slowly along the avenue. The crowd of onlookers gathered at the back and poked their heads, their faces full of interest.
The four corners of the palace sedan were hung with yellow jade bis, which were clearly the seal of the Prince Regent's Palace - finally, the 'victim' Prince Regent took action in person!
There's something good to watch now!
The palace sedan moved forward mightily and finally stopped in front of Mingyue Tower.
The handsome man beside the palace sedan said in a low voice to the splendid sedan curtain: "Your Majesty, we are here."
"Yes." After a barely audible reply, his slender white fingers gently opened the sedan curtain.
He bent down and stepped out of the sedan, slowly raised his head, and his peerless Tsinghua face was instantly exposed to thousands of eyes.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, left behind and independent.
It's hard, it's hard to describe what kind of man this is. Extremely refined, extremely gentle, with facial features as delicate and elegant as a clear lotus. The corners of his eyes and brows have a taste of being relegated to immortals, and he has a pair of slender phoenix eyes.
In the blink of an eye, a purple luster suddenly appeared, and the thinly drawn lips were slightly curved, half-smiling but not smiling. The smooth crow-feathered hair fell in front of him along his crane-like neck. He was dressed in jade-colored brocade clothes.