Cloud painting

Chapter 73 Yunchen Saintess (1)

"Xiaohua, Mr. Hu, isn't your name Hu Yifei?"

Feng Yunhua smiled dryly: "This is the baby name."

Mo Qianmin smiled humbly, it turned out that this was the crux of the problem.

Suddenly, bursts of bangs could be heard, and Feng Yunhua asked doubtfully, "What kind of battle is this outside?"

"Ah? What did you say?" But Mo Qianmin couldn't hear what she said because her voice was too low, and the sound of drums and drums outside was loud.

"What's going on outside?" Feng Yunhua yelled.

Mo Qianmin replied loudly: "Let's go out and have a look."

Feng Yunhua glanced at Mo Qianmin and nodded.

Walking out the door of the inn, one can see ten miles of splendor, covered with red cloth, and the people on both sides are watching lively.In this battle, those who don't know thought which family got married.

Feng Yunhua and Mo Qianmin squeezed out with great difficulty. From a distance, there was a white and gorgeous soft sedan chair with beautiful and delicate rickety tassels on the top of the sedan chair.

Under the white veil, a beautiful face is looming.

"Who is this? It's too arrogant." Feng Yunhua frowned.

"My lord, you don't know about that." A commoner next to him kindly said: "This is the noble Yunchen Saintess of the Northern Qi Kingdom. This Yunchen Saintess controls the national destiny of the Northern Qi Kingdom. Her status is comparable to Queen."

Feng Yun nodded knowingly, it turns out...it belongs to Northern Qi.

"Xiaohua, I think... let's go to the box, it's too crowded here!" Feng Yunhua saw that Mo Qianmin was already being squeezed, and the bamboo hat on his body was about to fall off, and he was about to be squeezed into flesh Chowder...

Holding Mo Qianmin's hand, she was as small as an earthworm slithering through the crowd, returned to the inn, and immediately went upstairs and entered the box.

"It's still comfortable here, what's the crowd below, and the traffic jam is not so congested." Mo Qianmin curled her lips.

The two stood by the window and watched quietly.

When the white soft sedan passed by the downstairs in front of the window, a gust of wind suddenly came.

Feng Yunhua's expression tightened, and he immediately avoided the gloomy wind.

When looking down again, the woman in the white soft sedan suddenly raised her head, and as the curtain was lifted slightly, Feng Yunhua clearly saw the slightly weird smile on the face of the saint Yunchen towards her.

"Xiaohua, are you okay?" Mo Qianmin supported Feng Yunhua.

Feng Yunhua shook her head, looking at the sedan chair downstairs with deep eyes, this woman is really weird.

Losing interest in watching, the two went downstairs directly.

He sat down at the table of Mo Li and the others.

"Why don't you read it?" Yue Mo looked at Feng Yunhua with her small eyes shining with stars.

"It's nothing to look at." Feng Yunhua replied in a calm tone, and drank a cup of hot tea, still thinking of the weird smile on the face of the saint Yunchen.

Seeing Miss's absent-minded appearance, Yue Mo shrugged helplessly.

Seeing the end of the month like this, Luo Yunjiang lowered his head and took a sip of the mulled wine.

"Master Luo, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing Yue Mo's playful tone, Luo Yunjiang's face blushed a little, and he fake coughed: "No..."

Yue Mo rubbed the back of his head and murmured softly, "Then why are you drinking? If you don't know, you might think someone owes him 800 taels of silver."

Feng Yunhua, who was in deep thought, couldn't help clapping her hands when she heard this sentence. She is indeed Feng Yunhua's maid! !
Luo Yunjiang's face turned even redder.

Feng Yun drew her lips together. Looking at this boy's appearance, he should have thought about her family's end of the month. If so, she doesn't mind...

(End of this chapter)