Chapter 160 Private Message from the Palace Private Meeting

"What a good article? Let me have a look." Feng Juelei, who sat on the other side of Feng Juexuan, already liked these. At this time, he was also curious by the two of them. He reached out and asked Mr. Qin, who was sitting aside, for it.

The Mr. Qin was having a headache at this time. He took the poem in his hand and didn't read it. Thinking of what he wanted to say for a while, he was in a dilemma. When he saw that the King of Yan Hall wanted to read it, he immediately stood up and respectfully presented it to Feng Juelei.

Feng Juelei didn't have so many scruples. He took it over and read it gently, "Double butterfly embroidered skirt, and the pink is not even. The colorful sleeve man is independent, and the slight swallow returns. After reading, he put down the poem and smiled slightly and said, "That's right, the boudoir is lonely. In order to wait for the return of Yan, the ladies are independent in the rain, the red powder is light, and the colorful sleeves are facing the wind. It can't be said that the eighth brother and You Shizi are right."

Originally, it was just an ordinary woman's boudoir poem. When he explained it, it really made people feel charming for no reason. Many people couldn't help but smile on their faces. Which young lady is this? She wrote such a rich and flashy poem without training.

"The third brother also said it was good, right? I also think so. I have never seen such a colorful poem in Hongxiu before. This one can compete for the first place. I don't know that the lady who wrote this poem is so beautiful. The third brother helped to look at it. Is there any mark? Only beautiful people can really write such poems. Feng Jueran smiled and waved his hand at You Yuecheng, indicating that he didn't care. Then he smiled at Feng Juelei with great interest.

Comparing the poem of a girl as the kind of gorgeous poem written by the brothel prostitute in the red sleeve, and it is also said that it can compete for the first place. A poem that was originally a good work was pushed by him. There is no solemnity of Miss Qianjin, and listen to his meaning, you have to go to this beautiful woman for a while. But Mr. Qin even became embarrassed by Feng Juelei.

Everyone is the son of a family and a royal nobleman. How could he stain the reputation of the young lady? Feng Julei began to just make fun. At this time, he also felt a little uncomfortable. He casually threw the poems in his hand to the waiter standing aside and motioned him to continue to pass on.

In front of the noble prince of the dynasty, he must not let his brother lose face. Feng Jueran lost the whole royal face like this. Where did his face shine? The waiter beside him was also clever. He quickly bowed and stepped back two steps before turning to the lower head of the table, which was far away from Feng Jueran. It won't attract his attention.

"Eighth brother, I heard that you have built a Mingyue Pavilion in your house these days, which is faintly opposite to your Jinwei Pavilion. There are rockeries, small bridges and lotus ponds, and some rare two-color plum blossoms. Why don't you want to live in Jinwei Pavilion and want to move houses?" Feng Juelei smiled, raised his hand to take a cup of tea from the table, and asked with a smile.

Everyone knows that His Royal Highness Xuan lived in Jinwei Pavilion because of a whim. Unexpectedly, this man was banned by the emperor. In less than two days, he tossed the house again. Sure enough, he was a dand in the dand.

Seeing that talking about the house in his house, Feng Jue dyed his handsome eyes and seemed to be interested. For a moment, he forgot about the poem and leaned against the chair rail behind him. "The Mingyue Pavilion mentioned by Third Brother has not been completed yet, but I want to live in it. Third Brother, there are still too few plum blossoms there. Why don't you help me? Tell my father that let me get a few more plum blossoms in the old mansion of the king of Jin?

Although more than 30 years have passed since the seizure of the throne of the King of Jin, some big families still know the taboos of Emperor Zongwen today. How dare they mention these things? How can they talk about the old residence of the King of Jin as unscrupulously as His Royal Highness the King of Xuan? For so many years, although everyone knows that this is In the old residence of the King of Jin, who dares to touch the emperor's moldy head can't tell about it.

This one really dares to say! Everyone shook their heads, and their faces were silent. After talking in twos and threes, they quietly heard the words of the two royal brothers.

"The eighth brother laughed. How dare the third brother to mention that matter and didn't let his father scold him? Forget it. If the eighth brother really likes plum blossoms, the third brother also has several precious two-color plums. How about sending them to the eighth brother together?" Feng Juelei took a look at Feng Jueran, drank wine and smiled.

"Thank you very much. In the future, after I build the Mingyue Pavilion, I can watch the bright moon and the breeze. At that time, I will definitely invite the third brother to come to the banquet. Our buddy will invite the beauty to dance together again, which can be said it's an elegant thing, isn't it?" Feng Jue dyed his eyes and smiled.

Invite the beauty to dance together? In front of so many people, we have to take care of the decentness of the royal family. This cabinet is really respectful...

"Let's talk about it then. If there is a chance, I will definitely bother you at the eighth brother's house." Feng Juexuan played haha first.

"Yes, there is a chance to come with my eldest brother." Feng Juelei's face was not embarrassed at all. Although it was Hu Yan, he pulled Feng Juexuan in. Everyone knew that both of them had business and would never mess around like Feng Jue.

While the princes were chatting, the poems of the boudoirs had been packed up, and a waiter put all the poems in a brocade box and sent them to Zuo Island.

Mo Xuetong doesn't know many people, not like Mo Xuemin who has something to say to the people around her from time to time, so she just sits quietly and looks at Mo Xuemin, who is surrounded by everyone and shows a gentle and generous smile, which is quite complacent in the banquet center. At this time, the banquet was almost held, and the ladies who performed also retreated one after another. The ladies gathered together and whispered their own words, and laughter came out from time to time.

Mo Xuetong is quiet because she knows few people. She enjoys the scenery alone. Between the lakes and mountains, the two islands are interdependent, as if holding hands.

A maid came to pour tea. When she took the tea, her hand suddenly moved. Mo Xuetong looked up in astonishment and saw the maid wink at her and motioned her to follow.

Looking around, everyone was chatting and talking around the small group. Because she was in the corner, she was inconspicuous. She put down the teacup and stood up quietly. As the maid walked aside, behind her, Mo Xuemin was talking to a boudoir. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, capturing a trace of color in the corners of Mo Xue's pupils clothes. A faint complacency and sinister appeared on his lips, and then turned into gentleness and smoothness, and continued to laugh with the lady on the side.

"Which palace are you from? What's the matter?" Mo Xuetong followed the maid to the secluded place around the corner, stopped and asked.

The maid walking in front of her immediately turned around and saluted, "Miss Mo San, right? This is what a prince asked me to send." After saying that, I will give you a note.

Mo Xuetong took the note, glanced at it, and found that only a few words were written on it: See you in the Garden Qingfang Pavilion! There are important things to tell you about the cause of your mother's death. There was no signature below. The important matter of the cause of her death, Mo Xuetong's hand involuntarily tightened the note in her hand.

"Miss, the young man hurriedly said this and left, saying that if the young lady had any questions, she would know all about it in a moment. At that time, the maidservant would come to take the young lady there." The maid saw that her eyebrows became cold and answered cleverly without waiting for her to ask.

"Where is that prince from?" Although he knew that asking was also a question in vain, Mo Xuetong still asked.

Sure enough, the maid hesitated twice and said respectfully, "I don't know which son I am, so I just want to tell Miss Mo San. I hope Miss 3 can forgive me. I don't know what the prince said on the note. If Miss really doesn't want to see me, I will go back to the prince, okay?"

"No, thank you for telling me." Mo Xuetong pondered for a moment, with a faint smile on her face. She pulled out a ruby hairpin from her head and sent it to the maid of honor and said gratefully.

"Thank you, Miss. How can I take Miss's jewelry?" Looking at such a beautiful golden caret, the maid hesitated twice, but still resisted ** and refused.

"Why is my sister so polite? I have to thank my sister for helping me so much this time." Mo Xuetong took her hand with a smile and affectionately put the seal in her hand.

"Thank you very much, Miss Third. After the banquet, go back to the shore. Don't leave first. The maidservant came to take Miss Third." The maid of honor pushed it twice. Seeing that she couldn't push it away, she quickly picked it up with a smile, and took special care of it. After saying that, she complained to Mo Xuetong and turned away.

This maid is not an ordinary maid. Just by watching her quietly block her questions, you will know which palace has not answered so far. On the one hand, she doesn't know the truth of the note, and on the other hand, she said that she wants to take herself there. The cause of her death? Mo Xuetong's heart ached and then smiled coldly. Unexpectedly, someone took this to ** himself, that is to say, his mother's matter and his own affairs. Others have been watching it, and they also know that they have doubted the cause of his mother's death.

Such a person can only be from Mofu!

People in Mofu, and it is related to the death of his mother, but it has something to do with the palace...

It seems that the Mexican government is really not complicated...

I don't know how this maid found herself in so many young ladies. It was the last time she entered the palace. She had been in Yuncheng before and didn't see many outsiders. How could she recognize herself at a glance? I remember that when the maid of honor came in, she also looked left and right with her eyes, but when she saw Mo Xuemin Liang, and then fell on herself sitting alone behind her, thinking about it.

No wonder Mo Xuemin was good at dancing with long sleeves tonight. She attracted all the ladies around her and let herself sit alone. No one paid attention to her. Usually, Mo Xuemin showed gentleness and generousness. It is impossible to put herself aside so obviously, regardless of the deep reputation of sisters. .

The water eyes glanced at Mo Xuemin standing not far away, and the bottom of his eyes were cold!

It turns out that there is something about Mo Xuemin here!

When she returned to the banquet, the banquet was about to end. The queen was announcing the ranking of the final winner of the poem. What the queen and others did not expect was that the most winner was Mo Xuemin. The whole paper of the hook she agreed on her poem was almost full, which showed the satisfaction of the prince.

Mo Xuemin was also brought to the queen by the maid of honor.