Wind over Yongning

When the second prince entered the palace, Feng Nongying was holding a chess piece with his fingertips to play chess with His Majesty. The second prince walked up to him and bowed respectfully. The emperor did not raise his head and looked at the chessboard, but just waved him to stand up and say goodbye. He didn't pay attention to him, and the second prince didn't care. He just stood aside without saying a word. His Majesty has always been like this with Feng Nongying. Princes like them have never been able to compare with him. When they were young, they felt resentful and dissatisfied. Now they have become accustomed to it...

"I admit defeat..." Both sides came and went, Feng Nongying's white pieces were once again surrounded by black pieces, Feng Nongying frowned and thought for a long time while holding the piece, finally sighed, and put the piece at his fingertips off the board.

The emperor chuckled, reached out to take a sip of the tea beside the desk, and said, "Feng'er, your chess style is domineering and fierce, with an indomitable momentum, and you never leave any room for it. This is not good."

Feng Nongying lowered his eyes and looked at the hope, and replied in a low voice: "A person's life is a fight to the death, and whether it is good or bad depends on who is right. Only by not leaving a way out for yourself can you move forward more firmly .”

The emperor was taken aback when he heard Feng Nongying's words, but he soon came back to his senses and said with a smile: "But you lost."

Feng Nongying raised his eyes to look at the emperor, and said with a smile, "Yes... Your Majesty is not as good as a minister."

"Cousin, don't be discouraged." The second prince on the side comforted him: "Cousin's chess skills are already very good, but he's just a little worse than the father. Given time, he will definitely..."

"Shut up!" The emperor interrupted the second prince's words with a straight face, and slammed the teacup in his hand on the desk. The water in the tea splashed out and wet the table. Advise your cousin."

The second prince was startled, and immediately knelt down on the ground with a 'thump': "Father, forgive me...my son...my son..."

"Okay..." The emperor didn't want to listen to what the second prince said next, and he didn't bother to listen, so he waved his hand and said, "Go and greet your mother and concubine."

"Yes." The second prince got up immediately, and retreated hastily: "I will take my leave."

Feng Nongying kept his head down all the time, turning a blind eye to everything that happened in front of him, and only after the second prince had exited the hall, he said softly: "The Second Highness is probably going to hate me."

"What can he blame you for?" The emperor asked indifferently, "For a maid?"

The second prince's plan is thought to be secret, but in fact, everyone can see it clearly, not to mention Hongjuan, even anyone in the Xuanming Sect cannot have anything to do with the prince.

Not to mention, the emperor sitting on the dragon chair is instinctively suspicious of everyone, as long as Feng Nongying dares to behave slightly differently to any prince, he will doubt whether he is also involved in the seizure of the heir...

The Father is not the Father, and the Son is not the Son.

Feng Nongying reached out and picked up the chess pieces on the chessboard one by one and put them into the chess basket according to their colors. He said in a deep voice, "It's her blessing that Hongjuan has the favor of His Highness the Second Highness, but Hongjuan has already negotiated marriage, and I must not break my promise." to people."

The emperor didn't care who Hongjuan was, and the little maid didn't need to be remembered by the emperor himself, but seeing that the second prince and Feng Nongying cared so much, he still asked, "Which one did you agree to?"

Feng Nongying replied with a smile: "Xi Yuanzhou, the son of General Xi, grew up with him anyway. Find him a good husband, and you can't wrong her."

"Xi...?" The emperor thought for a while and asked, "The guard of Mosang City, Xi Zhenghe's family?"

"Yes." Feng Nongying replied after hearing the voice: "Hongjuan has served the minister since she was a child, and the minister always has to plan for her. Xi's family is okay in Mosang City, and Xi Yuanzhou is barely a match."

The emperor stared at Feng Nongying deeply, not knowing whether Feng Nongying wanted to win over the guard or what was his plan.

It is common for feudal princes to live a stable life in the fief, marrying the daughters of officials, or marrying their daughters to win them over. If Feng Nongying doesn't do anything about Mosang City, the emperor will be heartbroken instead. Suspect.But Feng Nongying is young, unmarried and has no heirs. The best way is to marry the daughter of Xi Zhenghe's family. With the support of military power, other officials will not embarrass him. .This method is not impossible, but Xi Zhenghe is a dignified second-rank general at the court. Forcing his only son to marry a maid, this is more like humiliation than co-option...

If it was someone else, the emperor might be happy to see it succeed, but Mosang City is located in a border town, and the barbarians in Mobei are often harassed, so there should not be many internal disputes, so he couldn't help persuading: "The Xi family is a family of officials and eunuchs, Hongjuan is close to you but After all, he came from a humble background."

Feng Nongying raised his chin, with a proud expression on his face: "Mosang City is my fiefdom, I issued an order, how dare Xi Zhenghe disagree?"

The emperor opened his mouth and looked at his nephew, who was too young, who was born three times like his mother but not as intelligent as his mother. He thought back then that Zhaoyang, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, was already the biggest help on his way to win the heir apparent. Nongying even made a mess of the fief forces.

However, the emperor's conscience had already exploded if he could persuade him. He sighed and shook his head, and said, "If you have any discomfort in the fief, just tell me. I am your uncle, and I shall make the decision for you."

"Okay." Feng Nongying immediately showed a proper expression of gratitude: "Thank you uncle..."

The emperor picked up a chess piece again, and said softly: "Let's play another game. If you win this game, I will choose one from my treasury."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Feng Nongying obediently picked up the chess piece and dropped it, but he was not tempted by the emperor's treasury. No matter what the bet was, he was doomed to lose in front of the emperor.

The night was dark, and the Princess Zhaoyang Mansion was brightly lit. Hongjuan and Le Yongning were sitting around a small stove in the yard of the front hall. A few sweet potatoes were thrown on the stove. Hongjuan sniffed and smelled the sweet burnt smell. Xiang asked eagerly: "Is it ready, how long do you want to bake?"

"What's the hurry, I have to wait." Le Yongning turned the sweet potato over with tongs, only feeling that the scent lured the gluttons out of his mouth.

"Are you sure?" Hongjuan stomped her feet and asked, "The skin on the outside is burnt, isn't it healed?"

Faced with Hongjuan's doubts, Le Yongning was not angry, but waved his hands and said: "The outer skin is burnt and the inner is not yet soft. I used to roast it secretly when I was in Shaolin Temple. Don't worry."

Hongjuan reluctantly believed Le Yongning's words, and continued to stare at the stove. After a long time, Le Yongning said that a few roasted sweet potatoes, which were no different from black charcoal, were put on the plate, and the outer layer was broken with chopsticks. The scorched skin reveals the soft and sweet yellow sweet potato flesh inside.

Hongjuan had been waiting by the side for a long time, took a deep breath, took a small spoon in her hand, dug out a spoonful of soft sweet potatoes and put them in her mouth, the sweet taste spread quickly in her mouth, the unique taste of sweet potatoes is like pastry Nothing can compare.

"Delicious!" Le Yongning asked proudly.

Hongjuan nodded vigorously, but her mouth had no time to answer. Le Yongning watched her eat with gusto, and couldn't help but pick up a sweet potato...

At this moment, Xi Yuanzhou and Feng Nongying walked in from the outside. They hadn't eaten much all night at the Longevity Banquet. The people in the palace all said something with deep meaning, and they would fall into the trap of others if they were a little slack. Feng Nongying was exhausted physically and mentally, and Xi Yuanzhou was not easy. He entered the palace as Feng Nongying's bodyguard. Others dared not provoke Feng Nongying and could only test him, but he couldn't offend anyone, even if he had to deal with it all day long. Physically and mentally exhausted.

They just didn't expect that as soon as they entered the house, they saw Le Yongning and Hongjuan sitting around eating roasted sweet potatoes, their hands and faces were blackened by the charcoal fire, and the orange-red fire reflected on the faces of the two of them, turning their faces Their faces were flushed, and such a peaceful and peaceful scene made their minds relax immediately, and the exhaustion all over their bodies disappeared completely.

Feng Nongying stepped forward quickly, and said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Holding the plate, Hongjuan held up the leftover sweet potatoes in front of Feng Nongying and Xi Yuanzhou: "Master, it's delicious, do you want to have a taste?"

Feng Nongying's gaze was focused on Le Yongning from the beginning to the end. Looking at his dirty hands, Le Yongning was at a loss and dared not step forward.

Seeing this, Xi Yuanzhou immediately reached out to take the plate from Hongjuan's hand, and pulled Hongjuan away quickly with the other hand...

After Xi Yuanzhou and Hongjuan left, only Feng Nongying and Le Yongning were left in the yard. They looked at each other and did not speak, only the charcoal in the small stove in front of them made a crackling sound. Le Yongning will be killed. Hidden behind her hands, which were stained black with carbon ash, she whispered shyly, "Do you want to eat? I'll bake it for you."

"Okay." Feng Nongying walked to Le Yongning's side, took Le Yongning's dirty hand with his long white and slender palm, and said in a warm voice: "It smells very sweet, and what Saburo baked must be delicious."

Le Yongning's face was slightly red, and he couldn't help grinning. He lowered his head and threw a few sweet potatoes into the stove and buried them with carbon blocks: "Just wait a while."

Feng Nongying responded softly, and the two of them sat on the steps in the courtyard, the stove in front of them gave off a slight heat but did not feel cold, Feng Nongying leaned on Le Yongning's shoulder, watching the afterglow in the stove orange The radiance of the pastry flickered in the black ashes of the burnt pastry...

"Sanlang..." Feng Nongying called softly.

"Yes." Le Yongning replied immediately.

"Sauro."

"I'm here."

"Sanlang..." Feng Nongying asked in a deep voice, "Will you be here all the time?"

"Yes!" Le Yongning replied firmly: "As long as you want me to be here, I will be there."

The fire light flickered and danced in Feng Nongying's pupils, and after a while, Feng Nongying asked again: "Every time I call you, will you answer my mother?"

"Yes!" Le Yongning rubbed his forehead lightly on Cengfeng Nongying's temples: "I will definitely answer when I hear it."

Feng Nongying smiled, leaning on Le Yongning's shoulder and closing his eyes.

He believes what Le Yongning said, he has let go once, and from now on, he will not let go again, he hopes that every time he calls 'Sanlang', there will be a response in his ear...