Xiao Jinglan.

Although Feng Wuyou believed that Xiao Jinglan would definitely come,... she still couldn't hide it. How happy she was when she saw this note.

It was obviously just a small note, but it seemed to get hot, making her whole body warm.

There are not many words, and this time, the company commander Sun Yunchu saw it clearly.

"Brother Xiao is so nice to you."

Changsun Yunchu couldn't help but say.

Feng Wuyou moved slightly. Will Changsun Yunchu’s current situation, and the tacit understanding and sweetness between her and Xiao Jinglan... She immediately observed Changsun Yunchu’s reaction.

As a result, Changsun Yunchu just looked at her enviously and tenderly.

Yun Chu... Feng Wuyou sighed slightly in his heart, why can't some people see such a good girl as Yun Chu?

In my heart, Murong Yi was blinded.

Feng Wuyou reached out and patted Changsun Yunchu, saying, "I'll show you all the free bedtime stories, go to bed!"

Changsun Yunchu smiled with his lips pursed, and Feng Wuyou said this as if she had taken advantage of her.

But... there is a story that she can indeed sleep sweeter.

She is pregnant now and is very tired, but in a moment, she is really about to fall asleep.

Just when I was drowsy, I heard someone say in my ear: "Yunchu, don't give up hope."

Changsun Yunchu struggled hard for a while, trying to confirm whether she had heard it, but unfortunately, she was really sleepy, so she fell asleep.

But in my sleep, there was a clear smile.

Don’t give up hope, this is really like Feng Wuyou can say it.

Since she and Feng Wuyou met, how many difficult and desperate moments have Feng Wuyou gone through?

But, has she ever given up hope?

Never.

Even when even people are trapped in Xiqin and may be driven away from this world at any time, she is still doing what she should do without being affected by those emotions at all.

Perhaps, she should learn to learn from Feng Wuyou.

I thought about it in a mess, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Changsun Yunchu forgot all this scene.

There is no way, she was about to fall asleep at that time, how could she remember so much?

After washing up, Changsun Yunchu didn't know what he remembered and suddenly asked, "What day is today?"

“October fifteen.”

Her close maid Yanhua said.

Changsun Yunchu, who was combing his hair, was suddenly stunned and sat in the chair without making any sound.

Feng Wuyou happened to walk in.

She got up earlier than Changsun Yunchu and just went out to finish a set of punches.

Although she has no internal strength, she never delays some training she should do.

?Even if she is in the Western Qin Palace now, her hands and feet are not tied up, so this morning training will naturally be uninterrupted.

At this time, a layer of slight sweat appeared. As soon as I walked in, I saw Changsun Yunchu's strangeness.

She walked over without hesitation.

"But it's uncomfortable?"

At the first moment, she thought about whether Changsun Yunchu was feeling uncomfortable.

"I'm fine..." Changsun Yunchu came to his senses and quickly pulled his hand out.

However, Feng Wuyou didn't let her go, so she still carefully diagnosed her pulse.

It's really nothing.

Feng Wuyou felt a little relieved, let go of her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Changsun Yunchu subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but... when he saw Feng Wuyou's concerned eyes, he gave up.

She has been a very sensible child since she was a child and never causes any trouble for others.

Sometimes, even if you are in a bad mood or unhappy, you will endure it and digest it all by yourself.

But for some reason, she seemed to be unable to do this again in front of Feng Wuyou.

It seems that just seeing her gives people a strong sense of trust and a sense of dependence.

"Do you know about the winter festival?"

Changsun Yunchu asked.

Winter Festival?

Feng Wuyou really knows this.

In Western Qin, November is also called the winter moon. From this month, all the grain harvests in the Western Qin Dynasty were completed, and even the transactions were completed. This was the day when farmers in Western Qin really began to get unemployed.

Starting from this day, by the March of the coming year, the farmers in Xiqin entered a period of about four months of slack farming, and could enjoy the fruits of this year's hard work.

As the Emperor of Western Qin, he would lead all officials to hold a large sacrificial ceremony on the last day of October to thank God for the generous harvest this year. At the same time, he also prayed to Shangcang to bless them with good weather in the coming year.

Feng Wuyou didn't come to participate in this matter before when she was in the Western Qin Dynasty, but she had heard of such a large sacrifice.

She nodded and asked, "What's wrong with the winter festival?"

Before Changsun Yunchu could answer, Yan Hua on one side had already remembered something, took a breath of air conditioning, blurted out: "Show Girl Banquet!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Wuyou immediately raised his gaze quickly.

Yan Hua's expression became very unnatural. She looked at Feng Wuyou and said in a daze: "It's really damn, why did I forget this!"

"What's going on with the girl show banquet?"

Feng Wuyou didn't come to listen to her blame, so she asked directly.

She knew about the winter festival, but she really didn't know about the show girl banquet. It was a royal business and had nothing to do with her, and she had never participated in it.

"It's nothing, it's just a routine thing."

Changsun Yunchu had recovered at this time, and waved his hand to signal Yanhua to no longer speak, she said it herself.

She calmed down slightly before she began to explain to Feng Wuyou.

"The Qin Dynasty overthrew the tyranny of the Zhou Dynasty and gained the world. In order to show that it was different from the Zhou Dynasty, the Western Qin Dynasty's concubine selection banquet was not placed in spring, but was placed specifically after the winter festival, and there was no time for busy farm work.

According to the royal saying, it will not delay the people's farming."

Feng Wuyou disdained this statement.

If you change the time, is it different from the Zhou Dynasty?

In the final analysis, isn’t it just to choose a concubine or to treat the daughters of the people below as commodities?

What's the difference?

But at this time, it was obviously not the time to express this view, so she continued to listen to Changsun Yunchu.

"The system of the beautiful women in the Western Qin Dynasty was the first three years after the emperor ascended the throne. One choice was chosen every year. After three years, one choice was chosen every three years. The choice was the responsibility of the concubine appointed by the emperor.

But in order for the emperor to truly see all the beautiful girls, on the winter festival, a banquet of beautiful girls will be held, and each of the beautiful girls can show their talents as the aftermath of the winter festival."

Changsun Yunchu looked at Feng Wuyou, smiled reluctantly, and said, "The emperor ascended the throne in the 20th month of winter last year. It has passed the time for the girl show banquet, so..." "So this year is going to be held?"

Feng Wuyou frowned.

Changsun Yunchu didn't say anything, but his expression was a little sad.

This year, she was the only concubine in the palace. To some extent, she seemed to have monopolized Murong Yi.

Although this kind of exclusiveness is a bit ridiculous, you can comfort yourself psychologically after all.

But I didn't expect... it would be no longer so soon.

When she married into the palace, she had long been awakened to share her husband with others, but when this moment was really possible, she still couldn't help but feel sad.

"No."

Feng Wuyou said: "Murong Yi is still filial, how can he choose a show?"

In ancient times, this kind of thing was very taboo. The more emperor he was, the more impeccable he had to do this kind of thing.

Murong Yi can't be so stupid.

Yan Hua, who was standing beside him, said quickly: "It's just a girl show banquet, just take a look in advance, it's not a real talent show.

At that time, as long as the talent show is arranged after the 25th day of the winter moon, will the emperor be considered filial?"

The emperor, no matter how big the funeral is, he will only be mourned for one year at most.
To be continued...