First-class daughter

Chapter 1161
Chapter 1161
At this moment, Feng Ye was standing on the high city wall, seeing that Feng Jue had arrived outside the city gate.

Now that he looked at this Feng Jue carefully, it was far from the childish boy in his impression who was always by Lian Siyue's side.

Many people think that Feng Jue is just a prince living among the people, who won his place because of the emperor's guilt. A person who survives on the emperor's mercy will not go far.

However, Feng Ye has long seen the threat from him, a young man who was able to sneak into the Khitan barracks alone, without hesitating to destroy his face, the man with the head of Yelu Zhongyuan, the king of the South Court, has a heart far from what it appears on the surface So pure and harmless.

Perhaps, he used to ask for nothing, but once he took the position of prince, there would be a force pushing him forward.

Feng Yu stepped forward, stood beside him, and said, "This kid is really not simple."

"Yeah, he's never been simple, some people just underestimate him." Feng Ye said flatly.

Feng Yu was startled, and said, "You won't say that I underestimated him, would you?"

"..." A smile appeared on Feng Ye's face.

"Greetings to Brother Eighth Prince." Just as he was thinking, Feng Jue had already arrived at the gate of the city. He came back to his senses, raised his hand, and said loudly——

"Open the city gate and welcome His Royal Highness Eleven to return in triumph!"

His eyes slowly passed over Feng Jue's body, and the two eyes met in mid-air, conveying an indescribable message.

Feng Jue's men entered the capital city.

People on both sides of the street came to welcome them, knelt down and shouted, "The generalissimo is mighty! The generalissimo is mighty!"

In addition to these common people, the nobles and ladies from the capital also came out, competing to see the heroic appearance of His Highness the Eleventh.

Feng Jue had a wanton smile on his face, standing on top of a tall horse, raised the long sword in his hand high, exuding a lingering aura all over his body.

The hideous and visible scars on his face have completely disappeared, and the original picturesque face has been restored.

"His Eleventh Highness is so heroic, so mighty!"

"Yes, yes, majestic and handsome, that face is very heroic."

When the noble ladies from several families gathered together, seeing Feng Jue's handsome appearance, they couldn't help blushing and beating heartbeats, revealing a faint admiration, wanting to get closer to him.

"Speaking of which, His Royal Highness the Eleventh is not yet married, not even a marriage partner. Ladies, if you work hard, you still have a chance."

"In this way, I don't know how many young ladies from your family are vying to be this Princess Ming An."

"I heard that the emperor's dragon body is sick, maybe this time he will propose a marriage for His Highness soon, and they will be married soon." Someone said.

"Nowadays, all the princes in the palace have their own concubines, and even the eighth highness has the second lady of the Xie family. Seeing that only the sixth highness and the eleventh highness are left, I heard that the sixth highness is suspected of breaking his sleeves. And these Eleventh Highnesses are bound to become the favorites in Beijing."

"He is already handsome, with picturesque eyebrows, coupled with his status as a prince, so regardless of his background or appearance, His Royal Highness the Eleventh is the best choice for a husband."

The noble ladies were bewildered by Feng Jue's heroic appearance, all of them were eager to move, and some of them were planning to quickly ask their parents to recommend themselves in front of the emperor and empress dowager, and let the eleventh prince come down to choose, so as to become this Ming An princess.

Among these noble ladies, there was one who watched Feng Jue quietly from beginning to end, not as excited as they were, but there was a hint of a determined smile on the corner of her lips.

Feng Jue didn't hear these ladies' discussions, and he didn't care about them.

But it really fell into Ling Yue'er's ears. She heard it clearly in the carriage, yes, today's Lianjue is a legendary figure who has achieved success and fame. He is like a dazzling star. Gemstones, exuding shining brilliance, make people look up.

She was very happy for him from the bottom of her heart. When he decided to join the army and came to Changchun Palace to tell her about his wishes and aspirations, she knew that one day, he would be successful and famous all over the world.

Leng Mei, who was sitting across from her, also heard the voices of these discussions. She glanced at Ling Yue'er and said, "Miss, I'm going to see Missy soon. If you have anything, tell Missy." She can say comforting words, this kind of comfort is already the ultimate for her.

Lingyue nodded, with a smile on her face, and said, "I can't wait to see my sister soon."

At the corner of the street, Leng Mei signaled the groom to turn around, and instead of continuing to go forward with His Royal Highness the Eleventh Prince, he just went in the direction of Prince Heng's Mansion.

Ling Yue'er buried her face between her hands, her shoulders shrugged slightly.

In life, after all, there is a time when we part ways, no matter how hard we hold on, when we part, we have to let go.

Here is the end, here is the beginning.

In the bustle and bustle, everyone was praising His Highness the Eleventh. He was surrounded by many people, and they admired and admired him.

He turned around slowly, his watery eyes quietly fell on the carriage, the curtain of the carriage fluttered, and he vaguely saw Lingyue's figure, she was lowering her head.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..." An excited voice brought him back to reality, and Sijiu quickly ran over and knelt on the ground, "Slave Sijiu, see the Generalissimo!"

Feng Jue smiled, and jumped off the horse with long legs.

"Ah, so handsome..." There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd, and the young ladies jumped in their hearts when they saw Feng Jue's domineering movements.

Feng Jue bent down, pulled Sijiu up with one hand, and said with a smile, "Fool Sijiu, get up quickly."

Sijiuyi looked up and saw the master he had followed since he was a child. He couldn't help wiping away his tears, stood up, and said, "Your Highness, you can be considered to be back. Sijiu is looking forward to it at the gate of the palace every day. Stone."

"Hahaha..." Feng Jue laughed heartily, and said, "You turned into a stone to show me."

"Your Highness will be joking with Sijiu when you come back." Sijiu laughed with tears in his eyes.

"Let's go, go back to the mansion!" Feng Jue stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around Sijiu's neck, with a bright smile on his face, and walked back to Ming An Palace.

On this day, the sky was very blue, and when the wind blew, Lian Jue's golden shirt fluttered in the wind. The scene where he led the soldiers through Zhengyang Street, and the way he laughed, was still the same as people after a long time. talking material.

This scene was also deeply imprinted in Lingyue's mind and became an indelible memory.

After a long, long time, she still remembers the wind, the cloud, and the tricks at that time.

And Lian Jue also remembered the wind at that time, the cloud at that time, the eleventh at that time, and the carriage that was drifting away.

(End of this chapter)