800. Chapter 800 This formation looks like a funeral
"Welcome to bully." Feng Qinghan turned sideways and pinched Wei Nuan's nose and responded with a smile, and led Wei Nuan in in a great mood.
The Sixth Prince's Mansion was already festive, with red carpets, red petals, and red lanterns.
Wei Nuan felt a little dazzling, but she still suppressed these uncomfortable emotions. This world is like this, people die every day, people live, some have funerals, some have happy events, no one can change it.
"Qinghan, Ah Li, isn't it good for us to be like this?" Meng Liao looked at her and their clothes, "We came wearing white clothes, and those who didn't know better thought we were here for a funeral."
"It's okay, they just have to be tough on their own." Ah Li added, making people dumbfounded as to whether this was a cold joke.
Ah Li, it’s okay if you don’t tell me!
"I was the same way at my second brother's wedding last time. There's nothing wrong with it. Everyone knows that I only wear white clothes. There's nothing wrong with that." Feng Qinghan didn't care. Almost everyone knew that he only wore white clothes.
The only red shirt he wore in his life was on the day of his wedding, and it must have been forgotten by others.
"Okay, don't worry about it. In the worst case, we won't be allowed in." Wei Nuan said nonchalantly.
They walked in together. With Feng Qinghan there, no one dared to stop them. Although they didn't like them very much when they were wearing white clothes, there was nothing they could do about it. The power was there. The Ninth Prince and the Third Prince of Yuzhi Kingdom,
There is also a miracle doctor. Who dares to offend the miracle doctor? That means he is seeking death. If he can guarantee that he will not get sick for the rest of his life, then he can offend him.
Sit down at the arranged position. The position is no different from before. People who should do their job in the past will always sit together, such as a group of princes. However, to Weinuan's surprise, Wen Weining did not come. Feng
On one side of Chu Rui is the third prince Feng Zelin, and on the other side is the fourth prince.
Feng Zelin met Wei Nuan's gaze and smiled, and Wei Nuan smiled back. It had been a while since he had seen Feng Zelin.
There is no prince at this table, which is different from before. Without the prince, people feel a bit complicated. Although they don't like the prince, after all, they are dying alone, so they will inevitably feel uncomfortable.
"Third brother and sixth brother have already gotten married. When will you get married?" Feng Churui said to Feng Zelin.
"I'm also thinking about this question. Is there any girl who would be willing to follow me around? It's too hard." Living on the road sleeping in the open is not as comfortable as living in a palace. Not many women can bear it.
"There will definitely be a woman like that. Third brother, you have to look for her carefully. Not all women are willing to stay in the boudoir."
When she said this, Feng Churui looked at Wei Nuan, as if she meant something. Wei Nuan pretended that he didn't hear her or see her eyes, and continued to eat by himself.
Feng Qinghan always had a smile on his face, making it difficult for people to tell his emotions or what he was thinking at this moment.
"Then let me borrow the good words from my second brother to help me meet such a woman as soon as possible. What my second brother doesn't know is that I still really hope to meet such a woman who can accompany me through mountains and rivers. Only such a life can be achieved.
Interesting, isn't it?" He couldn't bear to let him stay in the palace with the women, it was too boring.
"The third brother, why don't you ask the ninth brother, she has been in contact with many women, if there is such a woman?"
The topic was brought directly to Wei Nuan, and it was difficult for Wei Nuan to pretend that she didn't know.