Chapter 449
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"Not yet. Xiaowan is saying that I'm loved by everyone!" Feng Qiqi shook her head helplessly at the jealous Feng Cang. Feng Cang was usually calm and rational, but whenever Feng Qiqi was involved, he would act on impulse. Feng Cang couldn't help but praise Feng Qiqi when he saw the designs on the table.
"This set of jewelry is beautiful! Qingqing, do you have a name for it? "
"Southeast Flight of the Peacock …" Feng Qiqi had not thought of a name, but for some reason, she blurted out the name when she saw the jewelry.
"Southeast Flight of the Peacock? That's not bad. "
Feng Cang moved his lips to Feng Qiqi's ear and breathed on it. "Qingqing, Mingyue Cheng is going to choose a concubine."
"Mm." Feng Qiqi let out a soft moan, and her hair brushed against her cheeks, tickling and numbing at the same time.
"I'll be relieved when Mingyue Cheng gets married."
Feng Qiqi did not expect Feng Cang to say that. He still remembered what Mingyue Cheng had said in the past! This man! What a petty man! "Isn't it all in the past …"
"No. That man won't give up so easily. That's why I feel so pressured! "
Feng Cang did not tell Feng Qiqi what he was thinking. In his opinion, whether it was an open spear or a sneak attack, he would be able to deal with those who harbored ill intentions toward Feng Qiqi. However, people like Mingyue Cheng, who only watched from afar and thought that he would be happy as long as she was happy, were the most difficult to deal with.
Nevertheless, Feng Cang admired this' special 'love rival from the bottom of his heart. No matter what, Mingyue Cheng was a worthy opponent. He would never scheme or play dirty tricks. He would never do anything dirty behind Mingyue Cheng's back. Just as Mingyue Cheng had said, "My love for you has nothing to do with you." Feng Cang did not think that he would be able to do that when it came to love.
The news of the Southern Phoenix Nation's new emperor participating in the consort selection spread like wildfire throughout the entire Southern Phoenix Nation.
These days, when he was in court, Mingyue Cheng could feel the strange gazes of the ministers. They looked at him as if they were looking at a delicious cake. Some even placed a portrait of their daughter in the memorials, hoping that Mingyue Cheng would see it when he read through the memorials and leave a good impression on his daughter. Everyone was optimistic about Mingyue Cheng and wanted to build a relationship with the royal family.
A talent show was in full swing in the capital. All the beauties were arranged to live in the palace, and the first and second selections began. Everyone worked hard to show themselves, hoping to be selected by Mingyue Cheng.
"Fowle, how's it going?" Mingyue Cheng was not affected by the clamor of the outside world. He continued to read the memorials conscientiously, occasionally asking one or two questions about the draft.
"Your Majesty, the primaries haven't started yet! The quality of the beauties this time is very high, and the young masters are all very outstanding. It seems that Lord Good is going to have a headache this time! "
"Heh —" It was hard to tell if Mingyue Cheng's laughter was happy or sad. After reading the last memorials, Mingyue Cheng stood up and stretched his body. Suddenly, he said, "Fowle, the weather is good today. Come with me out of the palace!"
"Yes —" Fowle always complied with Mingyue Cheng's requests. He immediately helped Mingyue Cheng change into his usual clothes. Fowle followed behind Mingyue Cheng and the two of them left the palace.
It was already early spring, and spring came especially early in the Southern Phoenix Nation. Women selling flowers could be seen everywhere on the streets. Those beautiful flowers were placed in vases, and for a few copper coins, one could carry away a small bundle. It was truly a good deal.
Mingyue Cheng looked at the flowers for a long time before finally choosing a bunch of peach blossoms. Early spring was when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. The peach blossoms were simple and small, with a pure color. The small petals stretched out under the warm spring sun as if they were using their entire lives to embrace spring.
"Is it beautiful, Fowle?"
"Beautiful! The peach blossoms shine brilliantly! "
"Hmm, well said!" Ming Yuecheng took the peach blossom and walked aimlessly in the capital. The people coming and going brushed past him. Those smiling faces made Ming Yuecheng's mood more or less infected.
Just as Mingyue Cheng was immersed in the beauty of spring, the sound of a pipa came over.
He looked over and saw an elegant woman in white kneeling on the street not far away. There was a thin yellow straw stuck in her head and a corpse laid in front of her. On the ground beside the young woman was a piece of paper with the words "Selling my body to bury my father" written on it.
The woman's mournful pipa music was somewhat out of tune with this harmonious spring day. Her head was lowered and the front of her clothes was wet. Tears constantly rolled down her cheeks. The young woman's voice was very choked with sobs, so the song she sang was especially sorrowful.
"Come, let's go and take a look!" Mingyue Cheng walked up to the young woman. The young woman's head was lowered as she played the pipa with her fair and slender hands. She was kneeling at the corner of the street, occupying a small space. Her eyes couldn't see the bustling crowd at all. She simply lowered her head to play the pipa and sang softly.
"How much?" Mingyue Cheng looked at her for a long time before asking.
"Two taels." Seeing that someone was paying attention to her, the young woman raised her head. Mingyue Cheng's heart skipped a beat when he saw her teary eyes. Those eyes and that face actually bore some resemblance to Feng Qiqi.
"A death contract?"
"That's right." The young woman didn't expect that the person who asked her would be a handsome young master. Judging from Mingyue Cheng's clothes, she could tell that he was a young master of a noble family. She had heard that the young masters of noble families didn't treat women as human beings. One of the young ladies in her village was tortured to death as a servant. Was she going to suffer the same fate now?
"Fowle, give her two hundred taels. Help her bury the corpse before bringing it back."
After saying those words, Mingyue Cheng turned around and left, leaving the young woman a little surprised.
"Young lady, let's go!" Fowle sighed. It seemed like His Majesty had fallen for Feng Qiqi's spell. Was it fate or calamity?
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