Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 58 Has the Regent usurped the throne today (30)

Feng Yuan originally thought that An Fen Yun would become decadent because of this.

But the young man still seems to be the same as before, warm and moist as jade, clear and elegant, but the calmness and maturity after precipitation are revealed all over his body.

He's gotten...better.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your kindness," An Fenyun said unhurriedly, "It's just that Fenyun is a commoner, not worthy of a golden branch and jade leaves like a princess."

Even rejecting people is gentle.

Feng Yuan shook his head resolutely, and said frankly: "The prime minister's affairs should not be confused with Mr. An. I have admired Mr. An for a long time, but now I am taking advantage of others."

The heroine has a very elegant temperament, she always knows what she wants, and she won't be fooled by the glitz, which is a good match for a gentle and calm person like An Fenyun.

"Okay," Ji Ge smiled and interrupted their conversation: "The decree has been made a long time ago. I called you here just to let you cultivate your relationship. This marriage cannot be withdrawn."

Feng Yuan blushed, and looked at An Fen Yun furtively.

The boy happened to be looking at her too.

Such clear and soft eyes focused on her body, Feng Yuan's heart trembled, and there was a burst of sweetness.

Ji Ge secretly sighed while watching, she didn't quite understand the relationship between Feng Yuan and An Fenyun, but she was willing to facilitate it.

"Okay," Ji Ge said with a final word: "It's time for Ah Yuan to go back to Weiyang Palace to embroider her wedding dress. When do you want to set the wedding date?"

"Princess's Mansion hasn't been repaired yet," Feng Yuan summoned up his courage and stumbled, "Don't worry about the wedding date."

Embroidered wedding gown is a euphemism. Girls who are about to get married will sew a wedding gown by themselves to express their ingenuity and concern for the marriage.

But Feng Yuan, as a noble princess, does not need to sew the wedding dress by herself, but only needs to sew a few small items.

At this moment, the palace gate was suddenly slammed open, accompanied by Xiangyu's hurried and nervous obstruction: "Your Highness, you cannot go in."

It's the hero who's back.

Ji Ge slowly straightened up, and spoke to An Fenyun, facing Feng Yuan who didn't know the situation: "A Yuan, Fen Yun, you go back first, I have something to talk to the emperor."

Feng Yuan thought of the dozen or so concubines that Ji Ge had previously enshrined, felt something, looked at Ji Ge with some concern, and left as he said.

The tall and straight man stood at the door, ignoring Feng Yuan and An Fenyun passing by him, his eyes were gloomy, and his body felt a strong sense of coldness.

"Xiangyu," Jige said, without looking at him first, but telling Xiangyu, "Go out and lock the door."

Xiangyu bit her lip and backed out.

"Uncle Emperor," the slender girl half-sit on the beauty couch with a smile, her thick black hair winding down and hanging on her thin back, her small face like snow porcelain is exquisite and bright: "I am so eager to find you!" I, what's the matter?"

She used the honorific title, calmly reminding him that there is a difference between monarch and minister.

Nie Xuecheng's resentment suddenly cooled down.

"I heard that His Majesty has selected more than a dozen sons and daughters to enter the palace." The man looked at her quietly and said word by word: "This can be true."

"Of course it's true," Ji Ge replied calmly, every word he uttered felt like stabbing Nie Xuecheng with a knife: "Didn't the emperor earlier persuade me to open up the harem and have children as soon as possible?"

The girl bent her eyes and smiled heartlessly: "Look, didn't I follow suit?"

Ji Ge didn't seem to be able to see Nie Xuecheng's sadness, she raised her head and asked doubtfully, "What dissatisfaction does Your Highness have?"

Her every word was a weapon, but he dismantled his armor and let her bruise him all over.

The bloody wound was blatantly exposed on his heart, reminding him over and over again that those young people's emotions were nothing but wishful thinking.

Seeking sincerity is ridiculous and sad.

Nie Xuecheng swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and smiled sadly: "This minister has exceeded the rules."

　Three shifts.

　　There is a small problem with the cover, and it cannot be replaced temporarily.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)