Du Fengju's heart beat rapidly: "What news?"
"His Royal Highness said that Princess Changding's residence in Zhuangzi on the outskirts of Beijing sent some freshly dug bamboo shoots and invited the young master to taste them."
Wei Yan's expression was a little strange, it was really...he hadn't done such a thing as passing on messages for many years.
Who would have thought that someone would dare to ask Lord Peach Blossom to pass the message on his behalf?
But that person was His Highness Chang Ding, the one who stayed up all night to plan for him, and the only one who understood Lord Lu's martial arts mentality.
In this way, Master Peach Blossom Wei Yan had no choice but to act as a servant for once.
Du Fengju's eyes lit up: "Bamboo shoots?"
His favorite thing is bamboo shoots, but where can fresh bamboo shoots come from this season?
Wei Yan did not miss the sudden brightening of her young master's eyes, and said: "The royal farm has everything. His Highness just came out of the palace, and it was Qin Youlei's personal message."
His Highness Chang Ding was already attracting attention, and when he went to see the imprisoned third prince, he didn't know how many eyes were watching him.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible for His Highness to show up at Taifu's Mansion, so Qin Zhou could only let Qin Zhou pass the message.
But as soon as His Highness came out of the palace, he invited the young master. It can be seen from this...
Du Fengju pretended not to see Wei Yan's teasing eyes, and said deliberately and seriously: "Yes. Just in time, I also want to ask about your highness's visit to meet the third prince."
Wei Yan nodded and emphasized: "Yes, the young master wants to ask about the third prince. After all, so many people were moved throughout the night, so I want to ask about the follow-up."
"..." Du Fengju knew Wei Yan was making fun of him, what could he say?
Just pretend you heard nothing.
However, His Highness said fresh bamboo shoots... He couldn't refuse this at all, and he didn't even think about rejecting it.
He suddenly remembered the first time he went to Princess Changding's mansion to attend the Changding Banquet. The banquet was also filled with fresh bamboo shoots.
At that time, he just thought it was a coincidence that the dishes at the bamboo forest banquet were all related to bamboo shoots, and they were all his favorites.
Now think about it, how could this be a coincidence?
It was obvious that His Highness had known his preferences for a long time, and this long banquet was just to lure him there!
Today, His Highness still uses the name of Bamboo Shoots...
He is no longer the same as before. Even without bamboo shoots, he still wants to go to His Highness's residence.
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Unlike Du Fengju's imagination, this time the invitation was not near the martial arts arena, nor was it in the front hall of the mansion.
As he followed Zheng Ji up the stairs step by step, he unknowingly relaxed his breath.
He recognized this place. When he first came to His Highness's residence, His Highness placed him here alone.
Hairpin Pavilion.
The scene at that time naturally jumped into his mind.
Here, His Highness was drunk, approaching him at lightning speed, and his warm lips touched her neck, and he could not push her away at all. Subconsciously, he reached out and pressed a certain spot on his neck.
It's been so long, and when he thinks about it now, he still deeply remembers the warmth and delicateness, the smell of wine and the fragrance entering his nose...
"Huh? Fengju?" Zheng Ji stood still on the steps, looked back at Du Fengju, and asked.
We were walking well, why did Fengju stop suddenly?
She was two steps higher than Du Fengju, and her eyesight was exactly the same as his. She could see only her own figure reflected in his eyes.
Master Peach Blossom is an expert in disguise, but the most difficult thing to hide is Feng Ju's eyes.
Clear and bright, it seems to reflect everyone's heart.
He is now Mr. Du Duan. If anyone in the martial arts pavilion can look closely, they will find that his eyes are quite similar to those of Taifu Du's youngest son.
But who would have thought that it was the same person?
Du Fengju smiled, said nothing, stepped onto the first level, and he still followed her.
At this moment, he didn't need to speak, and indeed he couldn't say anything.
Zheng Ji
Feng's eyes flickered, she nodded and smiled, then turned around and felt Feng Ju's footsteps always falling below her, and her heart began to beat accordingly.
The Hairpin Pavilion is indeed secluded, and a few bright lamps hanging on the corners illuminate everything in the pavilion - indeed, there are all kinds of fresh bamboo shoot-related dishes, as well as a jar of qiongxiang dew placed on the stone table.
"Fengju, sit down."
Zheng Ji motioned to Du Fengju to sit down, moved the wine glass in front of him, picked up the wine pot and wanted to pour wine for him personally.
She didn't let anyone wait on her, not even Li Xing'en was there.
Du Fengju reached out to block the wine bottle, sat down opposite her, and said, "Your Highness, I'll come."
Zheng Ji didn't insist and let go of his hand. He held his chin lightly with his white fingers and looked at Du Fengju with a smile.
For some reason, Du Fengju's heart skipped a beat. Even though His Highness didn't say anything, he felt a lot more shy for no reason.
He subconsciously avoided Zheng Ji's eyes and seemed to be concentrating on pouring the wine.
The aroma of garnet dew rippled and reached his nose. It was sweet, delicious and intoxicating.
Did you drink Qiongxiang Dew last time? Probably not, it doesn't seem to be that sweet and dazzling.
"Knock knock" Zheng Ji's white and slender fingers tapped lightly on the wine glass twice.
Du Fengju subconsciously looked over and caught her eyes, and was immediately attracted.
She looked directly at Du Fengju, her red lips slightly parted: "Fengju, the wine is almost full."
"...!" Du Fengju quickly put down the wine bottle, feeling that his face was as hot as fire.
The only good thing is that he is now Mr. Du Duan, and his face is still covered by a thin mask.
He calmed down, calmed down his chaotic thoughts, and said, "Your Highness, I... am sorry."
The smile on Zheng Ji's lips deepened: "It doesn't matter, it's normal for this kind of work to have short hands."
Maybe it was because she came to Princess Changding's Mansion and Master Taohua didn't do any work on Fengju's ears... She could see the redness on the tips of Fengju's ears.
Even after watching it many times, she still felt ups and downs every time: Feng Ju looked like this when she was young.
Such childishness, such shyness... one can't help but want to tease him, then hold him in his arms, and then...
"Your Highness." Du Fengju called out and deliberately reminded: "Your Highness, please drink."
Here it comes again, His Highness showed this greedy look, as if he wanted to eat him up.
In the past, His Highness could restrain himself, and this look was just a fleeting look, but now it was completely uncovered, it was too...too explicit.
Du Fengju was shy and a little annoyed. What is your highness doing? Although Hairpin Pavilion is secluded, this is not suitable!
Sensing Du Fengju's embarrassment, Zheng Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his glass and said, "I'm sorry, I couldn't restrain myself, so I punished myself with three drinks."
"..." Du Fengju didn't know how to deal with it. Your Highness might as well not say anything.
His Highness couldn't have invited him here... just to tease him, right?
