"It was the common decision between the twelve elders and the patriarchs."

"You, please do it yourself."

Feng Wei left.

Feng Jin was abolished as the young master and expelled from the family, and has been alone since then.

"How could this happen..." Feng Jin was lost, and the already scarred heart added an indelible scar: "Am I wrong?"

Feng Jin's throat was fishy and sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of blood: "Puff--"

·

Jinye Pavilion is filled with sorrow and mist.

I heard that Feng Jin suddenly fell ill again.

On the contrary, the spring scenery of the Enjoying Garden is bright.

Bihu put a plate of sour jujubes and sour plums on it. The princess has been passing the time recently and loves to eat these snacks.

Fenghua picked up one and put it into her mouth, her delicate and slender eyebrows couldn't help but frown slightly.

Looking at Fenghua's expression, Bihu asked nervously: "Princess, what's wrong?"

Fenghua slowly swallowed the things in her mouth and commented: "The taste is a bit light and not too sour."

"Really? But the cook clearly said that this was the sourest dates and plums I had chosen. Did the cook lie to me?" Mingzhu picked up a fruit in disbelief, put it in her mouth and tasted it. She immediately felt so sour and wrinkled her facial features. She was so painful that she quickly vomited it in her palm: "Bao, it's so sour..."

Bihu also tasted one. Although she is persistent and calm, she is not as exaggerated as the lively Mingzhu, but it can be seen from her expression that she is very sour.

Bihu said, "Princess, can it be the one you tasted that is not sour? Try the others?"

Mingzhu also echoed, "Princess, this is really sour. I almost didn't get my teeth sour just now."

As he said that, Mingzhu raised her hand and rubbed her cheeks, "But princess, why do you like to eat these sour fruits recently? I remember that you didn't like sour foods in the past, but only liked sweet foods."

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Mingzhu's words made Fenghua stunned.

A thought suddenly came to my mind!

Bihu was always so careful. He noticed that Fenghua's expression was a little strange. She asked, "Princess, what's wrong?"

Fenghua picked up a sour plum, put it in his mouth, and said lightly: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about why this sour plum is not sour."

A moment later, at the angle that Bihu Mingzhu two maids could not see, Fenghua covered her hand on her wrist with her sleeves.

Auscultation and pulse.

This pulse...

·

At night.

Fenghua took off the ornaments between her black hair, changed her beautiful clothes into a white underwear, and lay alone on the bed and couldn't sleep.

She turned over.

A figure made her sit up: "Ning Jiuque?"

The man in silver-purple robe walked towards the bed in the dark: "I haven't slept yet, are you waiting for me?"

Fenghua rolled his eyes, "Master Qiansui was thinking too much, tonight is not a full moon night."

As she said, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, tonight is not the full moon night, why would Mr. Qiansui come?"

Ning Jiuque took out something from his sleeve and threw it at her: "I heard that Princess Yong has been sour and can't swallow it. It happened that I knew an old nanny in the palace who made old sour apricots and brought them to you by the way."

His words and feelings are as bad as nine thousand years old, so he would definitely not tell her that this can of sour apricot candied fruit was specially ordered by someone to find it.

snort.

By the way?

Fenghua didn't believe it anyway, but he didn't expose it. He opened the small jar containing sour apricot candied fruit and tasted one.

His eyes lit up slightly.
Chapter completed!