The queen thought about it and could only think of these.
"That ugly guy is so lucky."
Xiao Jingyi said angrily.
"What the Queen is most worried about now is that Feng Qingyan is the future Ninth Princess. If Xiao Mingye's legs are still suffering from cold poison and she cures it, it will ruin our plan."
After all, the queen sees things further than Xiao Jingyi.
"Did Xiao Mingye know that Feng Qingyan's medical skills were so good that he agreed to the engagement with her?"
Only then did Xiao Jingyi react belatedly.
"It's possible."
The queen was puzzled at first, but now it seems that this explanation is the most reasonable.
"Mother, what should we do now?"
When Xiao Jingyi heard this, he immediately panicked.
Xiao Mingye was his biggest threat.
"Since Feng Qingyan is destined to be useless to us, it is better to get rid of her as soon as possible."
The queen's eyes narrowed slightly, her expression filled with viciousness.
To be able to reach this position today is because the queen fought all the way up the palace, and she is definitely not a vegetarian.
I just don’t know what chance she has of winning when she meets Feng Qingyan, who traveled through time in the 22nd century.
"But I will listen to my mother's arrangements."
In modern times, Xiao Jingyi would definitely be a mama's boy.
I don't have any opinion, I just listen to the queen.
"It will be your father's fiftieth birthday in two days, why not do this..."
The queen came close to Xiao Jingyi and whispered in Xiao Jingyi's ear, her eyes filled with pride.
"Wonderful, Queen Mother's move is really wonderful. Then we can sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight."
Xiao Jingyi was immediately excited when he heard this.
In the twenty-eighth year of Yongqing, on the twenty-seventh day of the third month of the lunar calendar, Emperor Xiao Jue celebrated his fiftieth birthday.
The emperor invited all civil and military officials to hold a banquet to celebrate his birthday.
Among them, the General's Mansion was naturally among those invited.
Now Feng Beiting has almost recovered and no longer needs to use a wheelchair.
The bones in his body had been adjusted by Feng Qingyan's medicine and were even stronger than before.
The emperor inevitably became more interested in the Feng family.
The most important thing is that he and the queen have the same concerns.
In order to humiliate Xiao Mingye, he deliberately gave Feng Qingyan marriage to Xiao Mingye. Who would have thought that not only was Feng Qingyan not stupid, but she also had such amazing medical skills.
Now his intestines are filled with regret.
"Grandpa, what does the emperor's birthday banquet have to do with me? Can I not go?"
Feng Qingyan was not interested in palace banquets.
Isn't it just a group of people eating, drinking, listening to music, dancing, and having some fun.
Those noble ladies, in order to highlight themselves, climb up to the dragon and the phoenix, perform their talents, and flirt, I don't know what's so good about them.
The woman in the palace didn't have a fuel-efficient lamp, so she didn't want to join in the fun.
"The Queen specially posted a message and asked you and Feng Qianqian to go. I'm afraid it's hard to shirk."
Feng Beiting didn't like this kind of occasion either.
A group of people are known to flatter themselves, but how many of them are truly dedicated to serving the country?
The most important thing is that the emperor is not a wise king.
It was said that the queen wanted to take advantage of the emperor's birthday banquet to choose a concubine for the prince, and all the noble ladies from major families were invited.
It's just that Feng Qingyan has already proposed to Xiao Mingye, so she is not included in the invitation.
He was also a little confused.
"Queen?"
Feng Qingyan's expression changed.
Those bitches don't look like nice people.
I probably don't know what he wants to do behind the scenes.
However, Feng Qingyan had nothing to be afraid of. Sooner or later she would have to face those in the palace, so she took the opportunity to meet the queen.
Feng Qingyan returned to the room and changed into a light purple brocade flowing gauze skirt. The waist-cinching design perfectly outlined her beautiful figure.
The whole person is elegant, agile and full of fairy spirit.
She suddenly thought of something and sat in front of the dressing mirror.
Although her delicate little face was not painted with any makeup, her skin was as beautiful as snow, and she was so beautiful that the whole country was captivated.
She casually tied a white jade hairpin into a bun on the top of her head, and spread her hair behind her.
He took out the makeup bag from the space and applied a beautiful palace makeup.
Finally, a peach blossom was embellished on the forehead, and a veil was put on, which added a bit of mystery.
A perfect little fairy.
"Grandpa, let's go."
Feng Qingyan came out, took Feng Beiting's arm and got into the carriage of the General's Mansion, and rushed to the palace.
On the other side, Feng Qianqian and Rong Min also received invitations from the palace.
"I heard that the queen wants to use the emperor's birthday party to choose a concubine for the prince."
Speaking of which, Rong Min and Queen Shen Liuli can be considered aunts. Although they are not direct relatives, they are still somewhat useful.
Therefore, Rong Min is relatively well-informed about the news in the palace.
"Choose a concubine? Mother, what should I do with my face? It's all Feng Qingyan's fault. I will never let her go."
Feng Qianqian's face was not completely healed to begin with. In the past few days in prison, let alone washing her face, she was fine just by drinking water.
That face is now like dead tree bark in winter, and it is even more impossible to look at.
"Qianqian, don't worry. You see, this is a secret recipe I found from the folk. I heard it can rejuvenate the skin. After applying it, the skin will become bright and supple immediately. Why don't you try it?"
Rong Min was also worried about Feng Qianqian's face.
She gave birth to two daughters in total.
In addition to Feng Qianqian, there is also a younger daughter Feng Ziwei.
Feng Ziwei has been outstandingly talented since she was a child, and is a famous talented girl in the capital.
Now studying abroad, Rong Min has been grooming him as a successor to the general's palace.
Feng Qianqian, on the other hand, had outstanding looks and was close to the prince since she was a child. She was trained to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting according to the standards of a prince.
So even though Rong Min didn't have a son these years, she still maintained her position as the matron of the house.
Now she must not let Feng Qianqian ruin her years of careful planning because of this face.
In the Ninth Prince's Mansion, Xiao Mingye had everything packed up and was ready to go to the banquet.
In previous years, he was too lazy to go to the emperor's birthday banquet.
Among the people in the palace, few wished him well.
However, this year the General's Mansion is also inviting people, and Feng Qingyan is definitely there, so he will naturally join in the fun.
"Mu Qing, what do you think of my outfit today?"
Xiao Mingye walked out of the back room and stood in front of him, showing off his careful matching just now.
I saw him wearing a purple robe with a slender figure, a girdle decorated with auspicious cloud patterns, and a fine mutton-fat jade pendant, showing his noble atmosphere.
His black hair is tied up with a white jade and silver crown, and his whole person is handsome and dignified.
Mu Qing suddenly felt her eyes light up.
When did their prince start paying so much attention to dressing up?
And the clothes he wore today didn't match his usual style at all.
"looks great."
Xiao Mingye's facial features are impeccable, and she really looks good in anything she wears.
I usually wear dull dark colors, but this time I chose bright and noble purple colors.
The whole person is also more outstanding.
Xiao Mingye curled her lips with satisfaction and sat back in the wheelchair.
He didn't know how his little princess would react when she saw him like this.
