Murong Feixue leaned slantedly in the large carriage, with her eyes slightly closed and a smile on her lips, feeling half relaxed and half lazy, pretending to be asleep.【】
She didn't need to know that there was a pair of cold eyes staring at her maliciously, and there must be countless angry flames hidden behind those cold eyes!
In the end, Ran Qingxun still put on the suit of walking in the snow in search of plum blossoms. Although the clothes were exquisite and elegant, it was Ran Qingxun's usual style. But being forced to put on a dress in the bathroom made her feel really uncomfortable.
Moreover, he was wearing the same style as that woman. He, Ran Qingxun, always dressed uniquely. When he put on this outfit, he suddenly felt like trying to impress others. He wanted to turn this outfit into pieces and throw it out of the car.
Outside, it's really flying all over the sky.
I couldn't help cursing in my heart, "Damn woman, she will bring out the mother-in-law to suppress me. When I get a chance, I will kill you."
"A sneeze! A sneeze!" Feixue covered her mouth with her hands and sneezed twice in a row. She felt a stream of cold air flowing from her back to her brain.
Feixue suddenly opened her eyelashes and said resentfully: "Brother Xing, can you stop being so resentful? Everything I do is for your own good."
Ran Qingxun crossed her arms over her chest, glanced at her with icy eyes, snorted coldly, and turned into four cold words, "Mind your own business!"
Feixue really wanted to slap this brat twice, but gritted her teeth and endured it. Who made her like him? She guessed that Ran Qingxun must have done it on purpose. How could he miss the opportunity to prove his identity?
It's just about saving face.
When Feixue saw the contemptuous look in his eyes, she felt resentful in her heart and felt a trace of amusement for no reason. Can't you just pretend? Sister, I will take off your disguise today.
Fei Xue straightened herself, bowed down, and put her head in front of him. Her beautiful pupils suddenly appeared, extremely gentle and charming, "Brother Xing, if I help you prove your identity, how can you thank me?"
Ran Qingyi's suspicious ice eyes were filled with emotion, and she sarcastically said: "Then let's see if you have that ability!"
Feixue was shocked and opened her eyes in surprise. How come Ran Qingxun suddenly cooperated with her and provoked the general? She was not afraid that he would play tricks, but that he would not respond. Wouldn't it be fun? No matter what moves he made, as long as he saw them
Just recruit and demolish.
Feixue's ripples of light were flowing, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and smiled charmingly, "Oh, Brother Xing, do you really want to pledge yourself to me?"
Ran Qingxun didn't say anything, but folded her hands across her chest, closed her eyes slightly, and fell into a slumber, no matter how charming Feixue was, she turned a blind eye.
Feixue secretly smiled, maybe her charm skills had an effect! Now is not the time to laugh and joke, they will arrive at Yecheng Palace soon, and the two of them still have a long way to go.
Feixue sat upright, narrowed her eyes, and her expression became serious, "Brother Xun, when you enter the palace in a moment, you have to think clearly about how you want to behave. I won't force you this time."
After saying that, she also closed her pupils and returned to normal. After a while, she still had a tough battle to fight, and she would perform it alone.
The carriage stopped at the entrance of Yecheng Imperial Palace. The banquet was held at Yanqing Palace. Needless to say, the palace's architecture was gorgeous and exquisite. The arrival of Jin Wang Ran Qingxun alone attracted everyone's attention.
Wait and see.
Ran Qingyi's silver-haired shawl walked in side by side with Feixue. They had the same beautiful appearance and the same cold and charming temperament. They were walking in the snow looking for plum blossoms. They were bright, proud, cold and refined. They were really a couple of gods and gods, a pair of beautiful people.
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The emperor of Ran Wei, Ran Yongzeng, had not arrived yet, but the prince, princess, other courtiers, and the envoy of Yan State, Feng Ba, had already arrived.
Prince Ran Wei, Ran Qingcheng, was dressed in a purple brocade robe, and Crown Princess Murong Dailin chose a pale pink floor-length silk palace dress today, with a silver silk belt that accentuated her slender figure.
The hem of the skirt is woven and dyed with large ice-blue flowers, and the cuffs are trimmed with gold threads, which is gorgeous and complicated. A gold hairpin is inserted diagonally on the head, and emerald beads are swaying in the steps. Her elegant appearance is also a beauty.
Murong Dailin walked over to Feixue Lotus with graceful steps. Now she was the crown princess of Ran Wei, and her status was above Feixue. She, who had always been jealous, would not miss the opportunity to suppress Feixue.
Feixue stepped forward, bowed Yingying, and said softly: "Greetings to Your Highness the Crown Prince! Your Highness the Crown Princess! A thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years!"
Ran Qingcheng's cold black eyes were gloomy and he snorted coldly.
Murong Dailin smiled like a flower, stretched out her hand to help Murong Feixue, and pretended to say: "Sister Feixue, we are all our sisters, why should we be so polite!"
Feixue naturally knew that what Dai Lin said was false and against her will. Feixue stood up slowly and said with a smile: "Since ancient times, how can we break the etiquette of growing up in an orderly manner? Now that my sister is the crown prince, Feixue naturally has to follow the etiquette.
treat."
Murong Dailin smiled at the corner of her mouth, and her phoenix eyes swept Fei Xue's body casually, and praised: "Sister's makeup today is so beautiful and refined, Han Xue is looking for plum blossoms, sister and King Jin are really in love, and others are envious." As she spoke, she looked at Feixue.
Guang glanced at Ran Qingcheng next to him.
Fei Xue said: "Your Highness, the Crown Princess, is really smart. This dress is called Walking in the Snow to Seek Plum Blossoms." As he said this, his eyes were also paying attention to Ran Qingcheng.
Ran Qingcheng's heart was full of hatred for Feixue, and his cold eyes were full of resentment. He deliberately showed affection to Feixue, and his face became even colder. It's just that it's hard to get angry in large numbers.
Ran Qingcheng said coldly: "I still have something to do, you guys can chat slowly!" He turned around and left angrily.
Looking at the departing figure of Prince Ran Qingcheng, Murong Dailin's heart was full of resentment. Although she and Ran Qingcheng were already husband and wife, she would not forget that on the wedding night, the groom was drunk and screamed in his sleep.
Murong Feixue's name.
Ran Qingxun, who was standing aside without saying a word, her face still expressionless, her eyes full of sarcasm, he just didn't like the fact that the palace was fighting overtly and secretly, and he was so hypocritical that the originally joyful banquet was filled with smoke.
Feixue pretended to be chatting with Dai Lin, keeping her eyes on Ran Qingcheng. She had not forgotten the harsh words Ran Qingcheng left when she rejected him that night, and she was still a little afraid of him.
She saw him walking next to a man in a silver-gray jacquard brocade robe. The man had a tall figure and his back was facing her. Feixue saw that his back looked familiar.
Her heart was hesitant and she frowned slightly. Suddenly, she remembered Ran Qingxun's words, and a handsome and evil face appeared in her mind. If she guessed correctly, this person should be the fifth prince Ran Qingze, the vicious and vicious one.
Hot pervert uncle."
While Feixue was thinking, she heard the father-in-law shouting in the hall: "The emperor has arrived!" ory5