All in all, all in all, King Yan had a very miserable birthday.
Equally distressed was Nan Ming, who learned that the marriage was postponed indefinitely.
"Wind, Dan, Yuan!" The city lord of Mocheng, who had already expressed his emotions and anger, was so angry that he smashed the ancient ink worth a hundred gold.
Winter Solstice shivered and moved to the corner quietly.
Young Master, it’s so scary when Young Master is angry...
Nan Ming, who had been standing quietly for a long time, suddenly entered the study and quickly wrote a greeting note: "Send to Prince Chen's Mansion."
"Yes, yes!" Dongzhi held the invitation and ran away.
*
The next day, Nanming visited Prince Chen's Mansion.
This time, Wei Zi is also there.
When the two met for the first time, they looked at each other rudely - there was no need to be polite anyway.
Wei Zi couldn't hide her surprise. Although she had already heard Feng Weihuan mention it before, Nanming and Linze looked exactly the same, but when she saw this face in person, she felt as if she had just seen it not long ago.
There were also waves in Linze's ancient well-like eyes.
The God of War Feng Danyuan is a legend in the Yun Kingdom, and so is his princess.
He led the Imperial Hospital and Baicaotang to treat countless patients suffering from the epidemic, and quickly and effectively controlled the epidemic, thus saving the country of Yun from annihilation.
There was a sudden change in the imperial capital. I heard that she was the one who rushed into the palace riding a snow lion and saved the people of the city.
She looked like she was only in her twenties, and she didn't look like a mother who already had a six-year-old son. It was even harder to imagine that she had superb medical skills that could make people like Feng Danyuan turn into beautiful women.
How can a woman who marries a woman with great splendor be ordinary?
Apart from these, Linze was surprised for another reason: deja vu.
Like an acquaintance in a distant memory.
"I - I have met the prince and the princess." After being polite, he always tried to put on a calm face. After all, he was someone Feng Weihuan valued very much.
"Master Nan, there is no need to be polite." Wei Zi was neither cold nor hot.
"Is something wrong?" Feng Danyuan said concisely.
"Why did the prince postpone my marriage to the princess?" Nan Ming went straight to the point.
"You have a bad destiny." Feng Danyuan also said bluntly.
Nan Ming pursed her thin lips into a straight line, and her eyes were as sharp as knives.
Before coming, he had imagined a conversation with Feng Danyuan. He had a way to refute whatever Feng Danyuan said, with this exception.
He had indeed concealed his fate from Si Tianjian, and was prepared to forge a copy of his fate and hand it over if someone really brought it up. But God is not as good as God, who knew that Feng Danyuan would show up halfway?
He couldn't hide it from Feng Danyuan.
Since we can't hide it, we can only block it with soldiers and cover it with water and earth.
"Please give me some advice, Your Majesty, on how to decipher my fate?"
"Why do I want to tell you?" Feng Danyuan glanced at him: "It's not like you don't know that I don't agree with your marriage to Wei Huan."
The hands in Nanming's sleeves secretly clenched into fists, but his face remained calm and composed. He couldn't break up with Feng Danyuan yet: "Then how can the prince agree to my marriage to the princess?"
"Promise me three conditions." Feng Danyuan was about to make an offer.
"Your Majesty, please speak." Nan Ming said.
Since he dared to come to Prince Chen's Mansion, he was mentally prepared to be tricked by Feng Danyuan.
