"To make such a decision, it is a joint decision of the twelve elders and the patriarch."

"You, do it yourself."

Feng Wei is gone.

Feng Jin was abolished as the young master, expelled from the family, and has been alone ever since.

"How can this be...... Feng Jin lost his soul, and his already scarred soul added an indelible scar: "I, is it wrong?" ”

Feng Jin's throat was fishy, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood: "Poof-"

·

The Golden Night Pavilion is gloomy and misty.

I heard that Feng Jin suddenly fell ill again.

On the contrary, the garden is bright in spring.

Bi Hu put a plate of sour dates and sour plums, and the county lord has been passing the time recently, so he loves to eat these snacks.

Fenghua casually picked one up and put it in his mouth, and his delicate eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly.

Looking at Fenghua's expression, Bi Hu asked nervously, "County Lord, what's wrong?" ”

Fenghua slowly swallowed the contents of his mouth before commenting: "The taste is a little bland, not too sour." ”

"Really? But the cook clearly said that this is the sour jujube and plum selected, did the cook lie to me? Mingzhu picked up a fruit a little disbelief, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and immediately his facial features were wrinkled together, and he quickly spit it in the palm of his hand with a toothache: "Bah, it's so sour......"

Bi Hu also tasted one, although she has a serious and calm personality, she is not as exaggerated as the lively Mingzhu, but it can also be seen from her expression that she is not lightly sour.

Bi Hu opened his mouth and said, "County Lord, could it be the one you tasted that happened to be unsour, and then taste the others." ”

Mingzhu also echoed and said: "County Lord, this is really sour, I almost didn't sour the slave's teeth just now." ”

As he spoke, Mingzhu raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks, "But why do you like to eat these sour fruits lately, County Lord?" The slave remembers that you didn't like sour, only sweet. ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Mingzhu's words made Fenghua stunned.

A thought popped into my mind!

Bi Hu was always so careful, and noticed that Fenghua's expression was a little strange, and she asked, "County Lord, what's wrong?" ”

Fenghua picked up a sour plum, put it in his mouth, and said lightly: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about why this sour plum is not sour." ”

A moment later, in the invisible angle of the two maidservants of Bi Hu Mingzhu, Fenghua covered the hand on his wrist with his sleeve.

Auscultation for pulse.

This vein......

·

Night.

Fenghua faded off the ornaments between the black hair, changed into a white profane dress, and lay on the bed and couldn't sleep.

She rolled over.

A figure made her sit up: "Ning Jiuque? ”

The man in the silver-purple robe walked towards the bed in the dark: "You haven't slept yet, are you waiting for this seat?" ”

Fenghua rolled his eyes, "Chitose Ye can't help but think too much, tonight is not a full moon night." ”

As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, tonight is not the night of the full moon, how can Chitose Ye come?" ”

Ning Jiuque took out something from his sleeve robe and threw it at her: "I heard that Princess Yong has been acid-hungry lately and can't swallow it, and it just so happens that I know an old lady in the palace, and she made old sour apricots there, so I will bring it to you by the way." ”

Duplicity is as bad as nine thousand years old, and he will definitely not tell her that this jar of sour apricot candied fruit was specially ordered by him to find it.

Hum.

Incidentally?

Fenghua didn't believe it anyway, but he didn't pierce him, opened the small jar with sour apricot candied fruit, and tasted one.

His eyes lit up slightly.

"This one is really sour."