Song Qingying didn’t expect Wei Mingyang to reprimand her so sharply.
Her face turned pale, she hurriedly said, "Brother Mingyang, I didn’t an it that way."
But Wei Mingyang didn’t have the ti to listen to her explanation.
He flicked his sleeves and left, throwing back a line, "Don’t let hear you speak nonsense again, we are family after all."
"You shouldn’t always bring up Qing Rui’s mistakes, otherwise things she hasn’t done might be turned into truth by your words."
"This matter is over, and it should not be ntioned again."
Saying this, Wei Mingyang’s figure faded away.
He didn’t even glance at the religious gift that Song Qingying had begged for.
Song Qingying’s eyes were filled with resentnt, her nails dug tightly into her palms.
If it weren’t for that Miss Jing, Song Qingrui wouldn’t be so pleased with herself.
After returning ho, Song Qingying told Duke Huan and his wife everything that happened at the banquet.
anwhile.
In the East Garden, Bai Zhi’er noticed that Feng Fuce’s mood seed low, his tone remained frosty.
Guoguo and Bai Xingye had gone out horseback riding and shopping.
Taking advantage of this ti, Bai Zhi’er followed by Feng Fuce’s side.
"Brother Fuce, what’s wrong?" she popped her head out from behind him and asked.
Feng Fuce pretended to look at the book, his tone calm: "Nothing."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her bright eyes.
She extended her hand to help him turn the book upright.
"Your book is upside down, anything bothering you?"
Feng Fuce’s movents stiffened.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his brow.
How could he make such a mistake?
Bai Zhi’er dragged over a chair, sitting in front of him.
She took out a handkerchief, inside were several crystal grapes.
"Here, I saved them for you!"
Unexpectedly, upon seeing these grapes, Feng Fuce’s gaze turned icy, as if reminded of unpleasant people.
"If you like grapes, I can have an entire mountain planted for you."
"But the things given by the Emperor of Qin, I’m afraid he has ulterior motives."
Bai Zhi’er was puzzled: "What ulterior motives? It’s just grapes."
Feng Fuce folded his arms, speaking coldly: "But everyone at our table said the Emperor did this because he’s interested in you, and wants to bring you into the palace as a concubine."
Hearing this, Bai Zhi’er finally understood that this was what made him upset.
Bai Zhi’er sat in the chair, unable to hold back her laughter.
Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows lightly: "What’s so funny?"
Bai Zhi’er pointed at him, unable to stop laughing.
Feng Fuce watched her bright eyes and those curved rosy lips.
In his cool gaze, suddenly arose a hint of so strange color.
Suddenly!
Feng Fuce stood up, grabbed Bai Zhi’er’s wrist.
With one arm, he swept the books off the table, then pinned Bai Zhi’er onto it.
Bai Zhi’er’s laughter ca to an abrupt stop.
The grapes in her hand tumble one after another, rolling to the side.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Not laughing anymore?"
Bai Zhi’er silently kicked her foot: "Let get up first."
But Feng Fuce firmly held her shoulder down: "Tell why were you laughing?"
"Bai Zhi’er, do you think my anxiety and fears are unnecessary?"
Bai Zhi’er blinked her innocent round eyes: "I never said that!"
"I just think, how could you have such thoughts, I wouldn’t beco a concubine at all."
Feng Fuce pressed his lips: "Even if you don’t want it, can’t guarantee the Emperor of Great Qin doesn’t have that intention."
Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but laugh again.
"Long Xiyuan doesn’t have any such intentions either, I was just about to tell you what he said to in the pavilion!"
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