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

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest updated peasant girl concubine, don't be too sweet the latest chapter!"Ah-boom!" Xiao Maodou gave her a saliva bubble and turned her head, ignoring it.

Liu Yusheng languished.

Using handkerchief to wipe the saliva off Xiaomaodou's mouth, Fu Yuzheng continued to persuade, "At this time, the prince should still be on the road, not even crossing the border. After entering, there will be a royal family from Beicang to meet him, his safety It’s guaranteed. Ordinary people don’t even have a chance to get close. You don’t have to worry too much. You really want to go, and wait for the situation there to be clearer. Time, I can’t come back in half a year. Let’s wait and see before making a decision. How?

Liu Yusheng nodded helplessly, and it was the only way she could not steal it.

The family will worry about her.

In mid-March, the spring sowing of apricot blossoms was completed, and the fields were abandoned for half a year, and the seedlings were replanted, and the green areas were full of vitality.

After busy broadcasting in spring, because the plan to go to Beicang was temporarily unable to travel, Liu Yusheng and Qian Wanjin headed into the expansion of the winery and chose the new site on the outskirts of Yunzhou City.

At the same time, Xinghua Village Winery was also built on the Xuzhou side of Yuzhou. The commercial layout is gradually spread from point to face.

Time passes unconsciously.

At the end of April, the Nanling passenger boat traveled to Beicang Wharf, and Beicang Huang led the royal children and the civil and military officials to greet him.

Among the children of the royal family, Feng Qingbai saw Duan Ting.

Still sitting in a wheelchair.

The two nodded and smiled, each other's eyes faintly, seemingly shallow.

"I got the news that King Nanling arrived today and specially hosted a banquet in the palace to catch the lord and all his envoys. Please!" Emperor Bei Cang, a strong man in his fifties, with short beard, full of imperial demeanor, spoke The voice is very loud.

"Thank you Emperor, I waited for disrespect." Zhao Beicang paid a courtesy, and later halfway, a group of people set foot on the soft car that the other party picked up and went to the palace.

The folk style of Beicang is more sturdy than that of Nanling. People here are closer to the Bei people. The dress of the people is slightly different from that of Nanling.

In the process of driving the car, Feng Qingbai lifted the curtain and looked at the Kyoto Street that was emptied by the officers and soldiers. As he was about to take back his sight, the afterglow of his eyes glimpsed a shadow hidden in the crowd.

His eyes narrowed, his eyes narrowed.

The black cloak of the logo covers his head and face. From this position, he can only see the other person's lower jaw. This is the case, also wearing a mask.

The man raised his head slightly, revealing the eyes covered by the cloak, dark and deep, without emotion.

After a pair of eyes, the man flashed, hiding the crowd.

Feng Qingbai withdrew his eyes, leaned his head against the car seat, and closed his eyes.

Sure enough, waiting for him in Beicang.

He looked forward to the day when the other party's mask was removed, not too long.

The soft sedan stopped and reached the gate of Beicang Imperial Palace. After passing through a long walkway in the palace gate, it suddenly became cheerful.

But seeing the flowers blooming in front of you, the beautiful palace maidservants shuttled the arranged seats and arranged the banquets.

The Emperor Bei Cang set the banquet in the Royal Garden, and on the side there was a musician playing the Bei Cang style palace music.

"My fourteen sons had been sent to Nanling earlier, and they were taken care of by King Nanling. I heard that he had lived in the Prince's Mansion for one night." After the person was invited to the seat, the Emperor Beicang laughed, "This time the Emperor came to Beicang , He will greet the prince on behalf of him, and reciprocate!

"Thank you Emperor." Feng Qingbai did not shirk, and nodded directly.

The Emperor Bei Cang froze for a while, laughing again, high-fiving the meal, as well as the dancing girl.

Due to his words just now, Duan Ting turned his wheelchair and went directly to Feng Qingbai's seat. He personally poured wine for him, "Nanling wine is mellow, Beicang wine is strong, the prince tastes it, but you can get used to it."

"There is labor, Ting Wang Shuzun has fallen in price." He took a sip of the wine glass and frowned.

"It really doesn't mean anything at all. You can do whatever you want. Let me succeed." Duan Ting was helpless.

"What succeeded?"

"It's too hard to drink this wine. It's too strong. I can take the opportunity to recommend Nanling health wine with my father and emperor. Maybe it will make Liu Niang's wine a tribute. How good."

"You think too much."

"You have to think a little more." Duan Ting said lightly by raising his glass.

The wind and green cypress's eyes moved slightly, and there was no sound on the face.

This is not a place to talk. Anyway, Duan Ting once lived in his Nanling Palace. This time, he moved to his old den.

Reciprocity?

Then you can talk slowly.

At the banquet, the palace music changed, and the dancing dancers danced, one of them wearing a water-red veil, covered with a face towel, and a pair of eyes exposed outside the face towel, charming and charming.

With the movement of dancing, he gradually approached Feng Qingbai and Duan Ting. He was so soft and gentle in every move, and his eyes kept looking at Feng Qingbai.

"Oh." Duan Ting seldom sneered. "It's really enough. Hook people here."

Feng Qingbai raised his eyelids and gave him a glance.

"Well, I'm hooking you, didn't you see? Are you going to do it? If you can't, go ahead."

As soon as the words fell, the clothes were wet and cold.

"Sorry, your hands are slippery." If nothing had happened, straighten the tilted glass and put it back on the table.

Smelling the rich aroma of the clothes and feeling the sticky wetness, Duan Ting's mouth twitched, "I'm just kidding, are you so serious?"

"I just slipped my hands. Are you serious?"

"..."

Duan Tingshi felt that it was not wise to provoke Qing Qingbai at this time.

However, he just likes to recruit, what should I do?

"Don’t blame me for not reminding you, look at the flowers behind, all the shy and timid beauties, all of my father and emperor's kind, no one is simple. Your skin looks so good, you are less in front of them when in the palace Shake, if you encounter any beautiful women when you go out, you accidentally wrestled, accidentally dropped the veil or something, don't pay attention... otherwise you are sorry for Miss Liu."

Feng Qingbai felt Duan Ting was sick.

"You guys from Kitakura died?"

"..."

When Duan Ting considered whether to kill Feng Qingbai or Feng Qingbai, the beauties dancing at the table leaned over, the veil on the face fell slowly, revealing a charming face.

White blind.

Renfeng Qingbai didn't even look at her from the beginning to the end.

"Seventeen sister, let's go quickly after the jump, the clothes on your body, be careful to be cold." To the beauty smiled, Duan Ting kindly reminded.

It’s a pity that the beauty ignored them and headed towards the Beicang emperor’s road sitting on the head. It is rumored that it is more than that. The father, the emperor, and the children have always admired the king of Nanling, so they bravely danced a song, I wonder if they can toast again?"

For the bold words and deeds of the royal princess, the Beicang emperor and even the officials of Beicang who are present here seem to be accustomed to it, "Precise!"