Fengyun frowned lightly, and Huo sat up from the bed. "Prostitute, hospital? I’m going too! "

Xiao Linchu reached out and rubbed her hair. "Be a good boy and I will accompany you wherever you want to go after this busy time!"
Fengyun looked at Xiao Linchu in disbelief. "Yi Hong Lou is ok?"
Xiao Linchu nodded and smiled contemptuously. "Goulanxuan is also ok. Do you want fifty-two silver a night?"
Fengyun nodded lightly, like pecking rice. Xiao Linchu gritted his teeth and squinted. "Fengyun is light. Do you want to die?"
Fengyun chuckled and hid in the bed, holding her hands wrapped around her head.
Xiao Linchu gave her a push. "If you are hungry, let your aunt cook something light for you. Don’t eat all the cakes?"
Feng Yun nodded and giggled under the covers. Xiao Linchu spoiled the silly girl wrapped in brocade and looked at Feng Yun with a smile. He turned and left.
In fact, he doesn’t often go to places like Yihonglou, but there is no way. Now the sky is full of snow Luan Palace, and even he can’t tell who is sent by Snow Luan Palace.
Zhang Qianqian of Zhangjiayuan, a hutong in Fubackstreet, was painting Ji Yuere, but he came running in a hurry.
She looked pale and gasped when she entered the door. "Sandy is not good, and the prince and Fengyun have made up again. It is said that the prince loves that princess Wan-ku more than before!"
Zhang Qianqian brushes the vivid scenery in a painting, which is suddenly destroyed by rage. She purses her lips and throws the brush away. She holds the brush and clenches her hands into fists, and her sharp nails are deeply stuck in the meat.
If Ji Yue frowned, "It seems that the plan is going ahead and we can’t wait any longer!"
Zhang Qianqian shook his head. "You can’t move unless you have to!"
If Ji Yue looks pale, "but if you don’t talk about it, you really want to marry my second brother. The emperor has already given a decree to marry!"
Zhang Qianqian frowned and took a deep breath. "I’ll solve it. Have you heard? The Emperor of Blue Snow Country intends to accept seven adopted daughters, and one of the seven daughters will be chosen to inherit the Jiangshan Institute in Lan Xue in the future. This is my last chance to fight without bloodshed! "
If Ji Yueruo pursed her lips and eyes, she couldn’t hide her sadness. "Are you going to Lan Xue?"
Zhang Qianqian shook his head and sneered, "Isn’t it too deliberate for me to go to Lan Xue? The more stupid you are, the more you can’t see my intention?"
If Ji Yuere looked at her puzzled, her beautiful eyes were deep and slow. "Too Xiao Jinyang is dying. Listen to Lin ‘an Wangfu people and say that he won’t snow Luan Palace. Guess it’s just these days …"
If Ji Yue’s eyes lit up, "After his death, Lan Feng will definitely come to mourn, and then you won’t have a chance to express yourself!"
Zhang Qianqian smiled and frowned at the picture in front of her eyes.
Although it is not a good painting, if she insists on it, she will be able to pull back the situation.
If Jiyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Sandy, you are so clever. If you become an adopted daughter of Lanfeng Yueyue, no matter whether you can inherit the throne in the future, red moon people are afraid to peep at you again, even if the imperial concubine will beg you to be her daughter-in-law!"
Zhang Qianqian smiled without saying a word, and looked at Ji Yueruo with a frown. "Now it’s your second brother’s turn to die!"
If Ji Yue frowns, "Is there no other way for Sandy?"
Zhang Qianqian sneered, "The other way is for you Ji Jia to die with me. You have to figure out for yourself whether your second brother is important or the whole Ji Jia is important!"
If Ji Yue frowns and stops talking, he hesitates for half a ring and finally nods, "Well, just do as you say, but Sandy, our Ji Jia is betting his life on you!"
Zhang Qianqian nodded. "I know you go and get ready …"
She looked down at her arm, and her skin was as white as snow, and it would be covered with scars in a few days.
The next day, Fengyun got up early and tidied up, and ordered Vivian Xiang to prepare a valuable gift and took Vivian Xiang to the Zhangjiayuan in Fubackstreet.
Zhang Qianqian is drying her clothes, her beauty is beautiful in the sunshine, and her fingers are exquisite like suet jade.
Fengyun tapped on the door and found that the door was open for Ji Yue. If she went to the wrong house by herself, she went back and saw that there was nothing wrong, and then she went in again.
Before Zhang Qianqian stopped drying clothes, he had a graceful demeanour and saluted, "I have seen the Princess Empress!"
Wen Xiang took a look at Zhang Qianqian with a gift behind Feng Yun’s light. "Miss Zhang, our princess empress is here to congratulate you. I heard that you will marry Jifu’s second husband in a few days …"
Fengyun coughed a few times, and her eyes indicated that Wen Xiang was talkative and Wen Xiang was wrinkled and wrinkled. Since she wanted to throw herself around, she had to throw herself around.
Fengyun is a little embarrassed and always feels that it is not good to bully Zhang Qianqian like this, but Xiao Linchu is her. She must make it clear to Zhang Qianqian that she should not compete with herself. It is best to cancel the piano, chess and painting challenge after six months.
If Ji Yue stops there, his face looks ugly. "Princess Empress, are you here today to let Sandy retreat?"
Fengyun was slightly upset, and Zhang Qianqian shook his head before pulling Ji Yueruo. "How can you be polite to the princess if you are a guest when you enter the door?"
She nodded apologetically at Fengyun. "Princess, please come into the house and be humble. I hope you don’t dislike it!"
Fengyun pursed her lips. "Actually, Sandy, I want to thank you. You saved Xiao Linchu. Your best years with Xiao Linchu made this. I like Xiao Linchu!"
Feng Yunqing is sincerely grateful to Zhang Qianqian, but she is pale. Feng Yunqing has ironic and provocative meaning in this statement.
She didn’t speak there. If Ji Yue couldn’t see the past, "Hey, don’t insult others. Even if you are the princess of Chu, Sandy is Xiao Linchu’s favorite woman!"
Zhang Qianqian grabbed Ji Yueruo’s hand and motioned for her not to say more about Ji Yueruo’s words. Zhang Qianqian bowed his head and said humbly, "Please try a common woman’s tea-making skill if you don’t dislike it!"
Fengyun smiled awkwardly and walked into the shack with Vivian Xiang.
The house is spotless, and it can be seen that Zhang Qianqian is very careful in his work.
She makes tea and pours water in front of Fengyun’s light face, as soft and moving as a fairy picking tea.
However, Feng Yunqing didn’t care to watch her make tea, but turned to look at the wall and painted one after another. The sunrise was beautiful.
Zhang Qianqian handed her the teacup and took a sip of it. She almost burned herself and pointed to the wall to draw admiration. "Do you draw? Awesome! "
A woman can have such a sweeping brushwork and mind, which is simply the ancients.
She thinks it’s too much for this woman that everyone in the Tang and Song Dynasties didn’t have Zhang Qianqian’s name.
Zhang Qianqian smiled and shook his head. "Can’t the Princess Empress see that this painting is from human hands?"
Fengyun was at a loss. "Should I see it?"
Ji Yueruo snorted, "This is the Sandy room painted by Wang Ye himself, and there are many more if you want to see it!"
Zhang Qianqian show eyebrow a cu to stop "month if-"
She looked at JiYueRe with a bully.
Fengyun thinks there is a ghost. The more Zhang Qianqian doesn’t let her see it, the more she wants to see it.
Pushing away the mosquito-repellent incense in front, she frowned at Zhang Qianqian. "Where is your room?"
Zhang Qianqian looked embarrassed. "The Princess Empress is a childhood joke and can’t be true …"
"Who says it can’t be true?" If Ji Yueruo answered the words, he quickly snorted. "At that time, Xiao Linchu liked Zhang Qianqian, and the whole red moon people knew that you stole Sandy’s" xianggong "with the status of a phoenix star!"
Fengyun gently licked her lips and gave Ji Yuere a look and walked in the direction of Ji Yuere’s guidance.
Zhang Qianqian wants to stop, but where can stop Fengyun’s short temper? She has stepped into the house and looks pale and looks around.
It is a portrait of Zhang Qianqian …
Zhang Qianqian’s portrait is hung on the whole wall of the house.
When Zhang Qianqian frowned, there was a subtle smile from Zhang Qianqian and a half-faded Zhang Qianqian sitting next to the hot spring full of red leaves. The most striking one was that she was leaning on the bed and winking at her like silk.
Fengyun gently bit his lip at the door of Zhang Qianqian’s house, and the blood department flocked to his brain.
She wants to tear up the ugly pictures in the past, and she also wants to scratch Zhang Qianqian’s face so that she can no longer be the first beauty all day.
But she can’t do anything …