Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 989
She looked at Qiu Mingyue, her eyes were constantly changing, a little suspicious, a little exploring, and a little... murderous.

Qiu Mingyue raised her eyebrows, who is she?
Feng Qingli frowned when the woman spoke, her face obviously not looking well.

"She is the fifth princess of Xirong, Duanmuqing."

Duanmuqing smiled elegantly and noblely, with an innate sense of superiority in his eyebrows and eyes.

The woman is hostile to her.This is the message Qiu Mingyue detected from the darkness in her eyes.

"So it's the fifth princess of Duanmu," she blessed her body with a gentle and elegant smile.

Duanmuqing looked at her, the strangeness in his eyes didn't dissipate, on the contrary it got worse.He glanced at Feng Qingli again, with raised eyebrows.

"Is she the beloved wife you said? The woman who made you reject me?"

Qiu Mingyue frowned, and the people around stopped because of this sentence, their eyes were slightly surprised, but many people still showed a clear look.On the day Princess Xirong came to Beijing, she saw Prince Rong's son in the palace, fell in love with her at first sight, and immediately asked Emperor Xiaoren to let Feng Qingli be her son-in-law.Feng Qingli was already married, so she naturally rejected her categorically.

But the fifth princess of Xirong is arrogant and arrogant, how can she accept such rejection from the man she admires?He even arbitrarily asked Feng Qingli to divorce his wife and marry her.In the end, it was Emperor Xiaoren who smoothed things over, and the matter settled down.Not many people know about this, but from Duanmuqing's words, they can probably get some guesses. Now that the fifth princess of Xirong sees Qiu Mingyue, it can be said that her rival is extremely jealous when she meets her, and she wants to be optimistic. The mind of the play.

Feng Qingli's face was a little cold, but the hand holding Qiu Mingyue was cold.

"Yes."

A trace of anger flashed across Duanmuqing's eyes, and then he smiled again.

"Well, it really is beautiful and beautiful, and I feel pity for it." She glanced at Qiu Mingyue, with a playful look on the corner of her mouth.

"Your name is Qiu Mingyue? Oh, what a vulgar name." She sarcastically sarcastically, before Feng Qingli was about to get angry, she said again: "But this face is really a bright pearl, Naturally charming."

"Princess--"

At this moment, the official Minister of Rites behind Duanmuqing has recovered from the daze just now, seeing that his princess is embarrassing others, he hurriedly wants to smooth things over.

Duan Muqing glanced at him, "Okay, what's the rush? I just saw the old friend to catch up with you. That's not okay?"

Minister of the Ministry of Rites lowered his head and cupped his hands, "The veteran dare not."

Duanmuqing seemed to snort, put down the bead curtain, and vaguely saw her leaning back, with a lazy and majestic voice.

"When will the national teacher enter the palace?"

"Just now I have sent someone to invite, and the national teacher said that he must enter the palace before the banquet begins." When the Minister of Rites mentioned the national teacher on his straight face, he was obviously a little more proud and respectful.That kind of respect is not just due to the respect of Basswood's clear status.That is a kind of love and obedience from the heart, the national teacher is the pride of the whole Xirong.

Duanmuqing hummed, "Get up the sedan chair."

They all entered the palace and were still sitting in a sedan chair. This fifth princess of Xirong is really rampant.

The sedan chair was immediately lifted up by the coachman, Duanmu Qingyin was hidden behind the bead curtain, and the voice came out.

"Feng Qingli, I have never been unable to get what I want, and so are you."

Feng Qingli's face was dark, and even the officials who watched the show next to him felt the coldness and oppression emanating from him, and hurried away.

Qiu Mingyue squeezed Feng Qingli's hand, her face was calm.

"Why are you angry with someone who has nothing to do with you? Don't you just make yourself suffer?"

Feng Qingli's complexion improved a bit, but she was also a little depressed.

"Aren't you angry?"

Qiu Mingyu glanced at him, and said with a smile: "As a wife, you should be magnanimous. She is a princess of a country, what right do I have to be angry?"

Feng Qingli was even more depressed, "Did you hear what she said just now? How can you be so indifferent."

Qiu Mingyue knew immediately that this guy was awkward again, she shook her head amusedly.

"It doesn't matter what she says, what matters is what you think in your heart." She glanced at the lady and girl who got off the carriage slowly behind her, and said lightly: "As long as you don't want to, she can't do anything about it. I'm not angry because I I have confidence in you. Who else can force you to do what you don't want to do?"

Feng Qingli's complexion improved a bit, she smiled dotingly at her, and then led her into the palace gate.

Behind her, Feng Qingyue was sitting on the carriage, with a slit in the curtain of the carriage.He hid behind the thick car curtain, and only saw a corner of his white clothes like snow, and the silver thread on the wide cuffs gleamed like water.The slightly exposed chin is as delicate as a sculpture, with a thin line of cherry red lips blooming like flowers.

After a while, he got out of the carriage.

As before, wherever he went, whether it was a desolate and dilapidated place or a bustling and blurred scene, it immediately disappeared.His radiance can make those bleak gray and white buds brighten.Similarly, his own dusty temperament will eclipse those resplendent and magnificent, leaving him alone with a peerless splendor, overshadowing the prosperity of the world.

The people around, especially those daughters of aristocratic families, all held their breaths.

Feng Qingyue didn't look at anyone at all, his eyes were always focused on one person.Even though, all he could capture was her back view.However, that indifferent back is like that brilliantly blooming tea flower, overshadowing all the beauties and charms in the world.After that figure dissipated into the mist, he couldn't tolerate anything else in his eyes.Only lonely, indifferent steps are left.

It seemed to be focusing on covering the footprints she had walked, step by step, engraved lightly but heavily into the depths of his heart.It brought bloodstains all over, but it bloomed like an enchanting peach blossom.

It's like that year, the woman who came wearing flowers, blowing willows and quietly stepping on clouds.Dressed in a white veil, the figure turned indifferently...

After he left, the people around came back to their senses, and then walked in silently.

However, at the north corner, there was a man and a woman standing side by side, and the woman asked curiously.

"Brother Emperor, who was that man in white just now?"

The man in Chinese clothes standing with his hands behind his back, his face hidden in the mottled shadows is like snow and jade, his eyes are like divine light and glass, as if trying to illuminate the back of the gliding away, but he seems to be unable to catch anything, leaving his eyes full of sadness and bitter.

"He is Feng Qingyue, the heir son of Prince Zhennan." He looked up at his younger sister, "What do you ask me for?"

If Qiu Mingyue was here, she would definitely recognize that the man who spoke was Qiu Mingxuan, the young master who was in the Qiu Mansion in the past, and now Xuanyuan's eldest prince Xuanyuan Yi.And the woman in palace costume beside him is his half-sister.Emperor Xuanyuan's favorite little princess, Xuanyuan Wenyu.

Xuanyuan Wenyu seemed a little distracted, and then smiled again.

(End of this chapter)