The full-level boss really doesn't want to be green tea anymore

Chapter 132 Don't Promise Easily
Qingyue also showed a blank expression. He heard those words, but he couldn't understand them.

Qingyue said: "Wangfei, don't worry about it. Where there are many women, there will naturally be a lot of right and wrong. Most of them are jealous that Wangfei can raise the eyebrows with the prince."

Wen Moyan snorted, but still felt that things were not simple.

When she was about to ask a few more questions, the two of them had already reached the gate of Longteng Hall.

At this moment, many people have already attended the banquet, and only after all the people are present, Emperor Xuanwu will bring everyone from the harem to the banquet.

When everyone saw Wen Moyan appearing at the entrance of the main hall, they all fell silent in tacit understanding.

The atmosphere, which was originally quite lively, has become a little awkward now.

Standing at the door, Wen Moyan couldn't help but say to herself, "Uh...why are you looking at me?"

Everyone looked away and continued to chat with each other.

Official A said: "Yo, that is the side concubine of King Qin, right?"

Official B responded: "The last time I saw her, she was a concubine in Mrs. Wen's house."

Official C also interjected: "These three ladies from General Pingrong's residence are all so outstanding in appearance."

Official B sneered and said: "What's the use of being good-looking? Her background is not good. If she is the daughter of General Wen Changfeng of Pingrong, she will still be able to fight today, but she is just a concubine. I am afraid that she will not be able to get down today." Slightly."

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The discussion among the crowd was not too loud, but there were too many people who couldn't hold back the discussion.

So Wen Moyan has heard a lot.

It's just that the more she listened, the more confused she became. Isn't today the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet?Why can't she get off stage?Is someone going to embarrass her?
Wen Moyan looked at Qingyue, and couldn't help but ask, "What are they talking about?"

Qingyue also scratched his head, and replied with a blank face: "I don't know what the concubine said. I don't know. I will send you to find the prince first, and then go to inquire about it?"

Wen Moyan nodded slightly, but did not refuse.

Qingyue led Wen Moyan all the way to Shuang Feichen, and Shuang Feichen looked up at Wen Moyan.

The little girl is well dressed today, the azure skirt makes her stand out like a lotus.

It's just that the smile on this face is too flattering.

Because it is too flattering, it appears insincere.

Shuang Feichen said angrily: "What are you doing standing up, why don't you sit down!"

Wen Moyan laughed dryly, and quickly sat next to Shuang Feichen.

Seeing this, Qingyue went to Shuang Feichen's side and whispered a few words.

Afterwards, Shuang Feichen also revealed a puzzled expression. He also found that many people seemed to be discussing their Qin Palace today.

But he never cared about other people's opinions, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now Qingyue said that most people were discussing Wen Moyan, but he wanted to investigate what was going on.

Shuang Feichen nodded, indicating that Qingyue could investigate.

After Qingyue left, Shuang Feichen picked up the tea in front of him, and was about to drink it, when he found a golden-brown sugar cube in the shape of a peach blossom floating in it.

what is this?
Shuang Feichen looked at Wen Moyan suspiciously. Someone around him must have put this thing in. At this moment, only Wen Moyan was by his side, so of course it was her.

Seeing Shuang Feichen looking over, Wen Moyan first smiled sweetly, then quickly lowered his head and said, "My lord, this is Chuanbei pear cream candy. When I made tea soup for you the day before yesterday, I made some by hand. I was thinking of my lord If you don't like tea soup, then eat some pear paste candy, which can also clear your throat and relieve your cough. I have tasted it, and it tastes good, my lord, try it?"

Shuang Feichen's cloudy face began to turn from cloudy to sunny.

In fact, he has already drank the tea soup that nourishes the lungs and relieves cough.

Yesterday, Steward Dong told him that Wen Moyan was called away by Wen Changshan when he was delivering the tea soup.

He was worried, so he followed him to Zhenxiu Restaurant.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Wen Moyan say "I will fight" to the prince, which made him depressed.

Looking at this small piece of pear paste candy, Shuang Feichen couldn't help feeling that he shouldn't be angry.

Maybe Wen Moyan really lied to the prince?

After all, the advice Wen Moyan gave him was completely different from the advice given to the prince.

He only thinks that Wen Moyan is helping the prince, isn't he a bit...too preconceived?
Although she belongs to the prince, she hasn't done anything for the prince so far, has she?
She has already abandoned evil and followed good!

Thinking of this, most of the awkwardness in Shuang Feichen's heart has dissipated.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, but he couldn't feel any taste. After all, only something strong like Sanku tea could stimulate his sense of taste.

But he didn't want to disappoint Wen Moyan, so he just said lightly: "It's okay."

Wen Moyan smiled with crooked eyebrows, and said sweetly: "My lord likes it, I can make it for you often! Buy some mint leaves another day, and make candies that are more refreshing and delicious."

Shuang Feichen looked at Wen Moyan, and wanted to ask how long the "often" she said would last.

a month?two months?half a year?Or as long as his poison is gone, she will leave?

Shuang Feichen sighed in his heart, didn't answer the words, but picked up the jug in front of him, and filled Wen Moyan's glass.

He said one side at a time: "If you can't do it, don't promise easily, and let people down for no reason."

Wen Moyan blinked and asked in confusion, "Why can't I do it? My craftsmanship is excellent! Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely make delicious mints."

After Wen Moyan finished speaking, she picked up the wine cup in front of her and took a sip.

After drinking it, Wen Moyan's eyes lit up instantly.

Shuang Feichen saw her happy little expression, couldn't help laughing and said: "It's delicious?"

Wen Moyan nodded again and again: "It's delicious, what kind of wine is this? It's sweet but not spicy, with the scent of osmanthus and a little bit of plum."

Shuang Feichen said helplessly: "The mind is dull, but the tongue is sensitive. This is made from sweet-scented osmanthus and plums. It is brewed with sweet-scented osmanthus in season and green plums in summer. Every year at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, this wine will be drunk. If you like it, next year my king will drink it." Let the family make some by themselves."

Wen Moyan drank the wine in the glass, and then said: "Okay, okay, make more, I'll send it to the eldest sister to taste. It's delicious!"

Shuang Feichen saw how she was pouring and drinking, and said inwardly, "I said to make some next year, and she agreed. It seems that she will not leave until the Mid-Autumn Festival next year."

Thinking of this, Shuang Feichen smiled slightly, picked up another pot of plum brew, and put it beside Wen Moyan's hand.

Shuang Feichen opened his mouth and reminded: "Although sweet-scented osmanthus plums are not spicy, it is still wine after all. Don't be greedy for drinking. You are the one who is uncomfortable when you get drunk."

Wen Moyan felt that the taste was only of beverage level, not even a beer.

So she didn't care much and said, "It's okay, I can drink well!"

Seeing her happy, Shuang Feichen stopped trying to persuade her, just at this moment Qingyue came back from inquiring about the news.

(End of this chapter)