Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter 1216: Have I Seen You

Feng Qingbai receded his eyes from Ba Nian's side and looked at the banquet.

Opposite is the Xiliang envoy, next to the envoy is the Nanling official, his mouth is very fierce, and Wen Dou can't afford it.

His seat was followed by Lao Yuan, Liu Zhixia, and other ministers who were around the emperor, and behind them were their family members, and further down were the members of the No. 3 and No. 4 North Korea.

A glance at Liu Zhixia, Feng Qingbai looked behind him, Fu Yuzheng also came, carrying edamame.

Frowning slightly, Feng Qingbai beckoned to the edamae, edama immediately ran over from there, reaching him, his voice was crisp and bright, "Uncle!"

The people around him looked sideways, and Fu Yuzhen was blushed by his son.

On this occasion, it is not appropriate to entertain other ministers of the country, and the child called King Nanling as his uncle on the field.

She didn't expect that Wang would call the child past, so he didn't explain well in advance, and now it was too late to teach, staring at the surrounding sight, Fu Yuzhen calmed down quickly and asked his man for help.

The man only looked back at her with a smile and handed her a fruit plate. "Anyway, Lord Wang is very lonely. Let the soybeans accompany him."

At the end, he also said, "Eat, there are grapes you like."

Fu Yuzhen wanted to help, and her man's heart was too big.

Finally, taking the opportunity to deliver grapes to men, he whispered, "Do you really care?"

"Don't worry too much," the man picked the grapes, "I'm here."

Fu Yuzhen's eyes overflowed with a smile. He just shook her hand and left immediately, but the temperature left on the back of her hand taught her peace of mind.

She is not afraid of such occasions, just that the childish language will cause unnecessary trouble to Wang Ye and Zhi Xia.

However, if he told her not to worry, she wouldn't worry.

She is not the old Fu Yuzheng who was alone and helpless.

She has him.

The seats were opened, and after the emperor spoke some scenes, there was a song and dance in the center of the venue.

Yuan Lao was sitting between Feng Qingbai and Liu Zhixia. His eyes were half-opened and closed, his eyebrows were slightly drooping, and he looked like an old dragon bell. He seemed to be trying hard to listen to songs and dances, but in fact, his mouth moved slightly, dragging Liu Zhixia's sigh.

"I didn't expect King Nanling to make a piece of edamame from your house. Unlike him, it's not like it. The emperor followed him since he was a child. He didn't have a good face when he was a kid."

Liu Zhixia laughed, "Being a father, naturally my heart will be softer, and the king of Nanling is not static."

"Some sense." Yuan Lao nodded, and then the conversation turned sharply. "Last time you asked me to go to the house, you didn't come, and you haven't been there. No one has played chess with the old man. How much do you think the old man won?"

"Lao Yuan misunderstood. It was a blessing for the juniors to get Lao Yuan to give advice on chess skills. Only the juniors had wives and children in their homes, and they were busy with their official duties. They could not spend much time with them, but when they were free, they always thought Stay with them more and take the responsibility of being your father. "

Yuan Lao was silent for a moment and nodded, "You are right, it is your responsibility to do your best. When you have the opportunity, lest you regret it later ... Okay, when you are free, remember that your husband is here. Come to Yuan at any time. Government. "

"for sure."

To the rear, Fu Yuzheng's eyes and brows are more honey.

Yuan Lao, who had been with Wang Ye in those years, had also heard it a little, and had a strange temper. The elders of the Three Dynasties, later became older and did n’t care much about it. They also rarely interacted with the people in the North. They were very lonely.

For so many years, I also know that Xia can make him look differently.

As for the reason why Lao Yuan looked at her differently, she could guess a little. Because Zhixia had no idea about him.

The elders of the Three Dynasties, their status and connections are there. The utilitarianism of being an official is often not simple in his mind, so Yuan Lao treats those people.

At such an age, it is always alone, Yuan Lao is actually very lonely.

It was a rare encounter with a good-looking one, so he held on.

For a while, I felt that if a line of sight always seemed to fall on myself, looking at it, it was a young girl sitting behind Yuan Lao. She was 17 or 18 years old, with a goose egg face, almond eyes, a pretty nose and a small mouth. child.

This is the only great-granddaughter of Yuan Lao, Yuan Yunqiao.

Fu Yuzheng smiled at her, and the girl returned her a greeting.

Soon an official came to toast with Yuan Lao and Liu Zhixia, and took away Fu Yuzheng's attention, so that she did not notice that the girl's eyes fell more on Liu Zhixia in front of her.

Compared to these two seats, Feng Qingbai was empty beside the table.

No one has the courage to toast with King Nanling.

I didn't want to, I didn't dare, Wang Jiewei was too much, and with a glance at him, the officials couldn't drink.

So it is very clean, and the edamame eats in a clean environment.

"Uncle, what about croton and red beans?"

"At home."

Edamame's eyes lit up, "Are you in the palace?"

"No, Xinghua Village's home."

"Oh," the edamame scooped down. "I miss them, uncle."

"Um." Raised his hand and wiped off the cake powder in the corner of the baby's mouth. Feng Qingbai called the palace prince, "Let the steamed eggs in the royal dining room be delivered.

This kind of palace banquet comes from adults, except for snacks and fruit plates, there is no food suitable for little children on the menu.

Even if there were, no one would dare to call the royal dining room like Nanling King.

"Uncle, I want a sweet soup."

"No, bad teeth." After a pause, seeing the child's grievance, Feng Qingbai added, "Can still be fat."

"Grandma said that fat is cute." Maodou justified.

The uncle pointed to the only circular envoy in the envoy, "Fat Cheng."

The green beans shuddered. "Uncle, I don't drink sweet soup."

The man nodded with satisfaction.

The banquet was noisy, and there was a distance between the banquets facing each other, and normal people could not hear what the opposite party was saying. However, this distance is equal to nothing for those who practice martial arts. The dialogue between the two was completely heard by Ba Nian.

Eyes glanced over the dark, held the glass, and stood up to walk across.

"My lord, don't come here."

The man raised his eyebrows. "Have I met you?"

Ba Nian, "..."

The two knew well that King Nanling had been to Xiliang and had stayed at Xiliang Palace.

But it is true that the two have never met face to face, at least in the impression of Ba Nian, they have never seen the king of Nanling.

So he said nothing wrong, and it was wrong.

He was gripped and beaten with a soft nail.

Ba Nian was not an ordinary person, and he returned to normal in a blink of an eye. He toasted and laughed.

He said that he was interested in waiting for the man to respond. He felt that the king of Nanling was displeased with him, and when he met, he would not scan his face with his face. Would he accept this glass of wine?

(End of this chapter)