Your majesty, Empress Xianyu doesn't want to leave the cold palace

Chapter 80
Seeing that the figure was about to be reflected on the door, Feng Yanyan gave Ling Xue a look, raised her hand, took the round fan from the little table on the couch, and opened the door first before the door was knocked open.

The beauty in red, with charming eyes, snowy skin, and a slender waist.

The breeze floated lightly, and even the hair falling in front of her was amorous.

She leaned slightly against the door frame, her wrists swayed slightly, her fan was blowing like a breeze, and her smile was like a flower.

There is the delicacy of a stunning beauty, and the ability of a proprietress.

While chatting and laughing, the attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, "I thought it was someone who was making noise, but it turned out to be Prince Duan. I don't know why the prince is looking for me?"

All the bosses came out, and the shopkeeper didn't stay any longer, and quietly withdrew.

Yu Wenhui finally saw the person he wanted to see, and couldn't control his excitement. With staring eyes, he directly pushed the shopkeeper aside, took a step forward, and said courteously, "Miss Yanyan, I wonder if you are interested in going to see it together. Lantern?"

He came directly from Jingzhao Mansion.

But the shopkeeper kept blocking him and wouldn't let him come over.

There is no mistake, he is also a prince after all.

Even if it's trash... no, it's the one who's idle, that's the prince.

How can I call a shopkeeper to stop it.

"Lantern?"

Feng Yanyan murmured softly.

When the eyebrows were lowered, the black eyebrows frowned slightly, and the round fan shook lightly, as if thinking, "My lord is walking with me, I'm afraid it will attract criticism."

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen rank last.

Don't say that he is a prince.

Even ordinary officials and officials would mind having too close contacts with merchants.

Yu Wenhui smiled openly, and waved a folding fan when he opened his lips. He is a handsome young man,
"Let other people say what they like to say. Being able to walk with Miss Yanyan is the blessing of my three lives."

However, the next moment, he was puzzled and said, "What's the smell?"

He took a few steps forward, sniffed again, confused, "Why does this king smell like blood?"

Ling Xue behind the door heard footsteps, although she couldn't see the situation outside, she was holding a soft sword by her waist, and she was already on alert.

Feng Yanyan couldn't stop smiling after hearing his words, she glanced over coolly, the round fan in her hand stopped,
"Is the prince joking? Saying such things in the store will affect Yanyan's business."

The ending sound rises and is three-point soft.

It's not coquettish, but it makes people who hear it feel very comfortable.

Yu Wenhui was the one who was fascinated.

He smiled naively, "My sense of smell is much more sensitive than ordinary people, maybe I smelled it wrong."

Feng Yanyan winked and smiled, slightly raised her eyes and looked into the distance, "Since the prince came to invite you, Yanyan is not respectful."

"Okay."

Feng Yanyan closed the door, paused for a moment, then explained a few words to the shopkeeper, and then walked with Yu Wenhui.

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In summer, Beiyu Kingdom will have the custom of setting off lanterns.

Most of the people on the street are young men and women.

There are blossoming lanterns on the water, and the scene is very beautiful.

Yu Wenhui came over with a lantern.

Feng Yanyan didn't take it.

She knows about lanterns.

According to the custom of Beiyu Kingdom, men give women lanterns to express their love.

If a woman accepts the lantern, it means she has a good impression.

The next thing to consider is the other party's family background and character.

When she first arrived in Beiyu, she had seen a few shows, and saw those blushing young men and women.

She fanned the wind gently with a round fan, even if she didn't do anything, just standing by the water was the most beautiful scene at night.

Seeing the burning light in Yu Wenhui's eyes, she said frankly, "My lord, I don't believe this."

(End of this chapter)