Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

There was no other way, Feng He just hoped that the marriage proposal would not be successful.

In fact, Feng He thought too much.

What happened that evening was seen by so many people, so it was only a matter of time before the news reached the emperor's ears.

The emperor had his own considerations. First, the prince was old enough to get married and have children. Second, the marquis's mansion was powerful and a good candidate for marriage.

Besides, the Marquis and his wife would not give up such a good opportunity.

That night, Wen Renli and Feng He came back together.

As soon as Feng He came back, she went back to her yard to take a shower and change clothes.

Wen Renli came to explain what happened tonight to the Marquis and his wife, and assured them that he would ask the Emperor to grant them a marriage.

It was late at night, and the Marquis and his wife were in a mood like they were on a roller coaster.

After taking a hot bath, Feng He changed into warm and comfortable pajamas. The maids wiped his hair and dried it.

Feng He sat on the bed, covered with a quilt, drinking the ginger soup that the kitchen prepared for him.

The Marquis and his wife came to visit him at this time.

"He'er, why are you so careless? Your body can't drink alcohol, how can you..."

"That's right..." the Marquis agreed.

The marquis's wife felt sorry for her child and wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

Feng He comforted Madam Hou with a guilty conscience.

"Well, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said he would take care of this matter. He'er, just be at ease being the Queen. I think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has feelings for you, too."

Feng He touched her nose awkwardly, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, the marquis’ wife was afraid of disturbing his rest, so she left with the marquis after a while.

Even though Feng He had drunk ginger soup, he still couldn't escape the fate of catching a cold.

Feng He had a high fever for several days and was almost half dead.

The marquis's wife was so anxious that she shed tears, and the marquis's hair turned a few gray.

Wen Renli came to take care of him every day without fail, prescribing medicine for him and using physical methods to cool him down.

It's as if she has already treated herself as a husband.

Almost a month passed by the time Feng He recovered completely.

The Emperor's marriage granting had already been issued, and the wedding of Wenren Li and Feng He is scheduled for midsummer next year.

The seventh day of July.

Feng He still has half a year of studies to complete next year. When he finishes his studies, he will marry Wen Renli almost immediately.

Wenren Li had no consorts or concubines, and when Fenghe passed away, she became the only princess consort.

Mrs. Hou has already started preparing a dowry for Feng He. In fact, the dowry had been prepared since Feng He was very young, but Mrs. Hou always felt it was not enough.

So the dowry continued to accumulate and reached a very astonishing amount.

Feng He had a serious illness and seemed to have developed a chronic disease, and her health was much worse than before.

Wen Renli always prescribed medicine for him to regulate his body, and Feng He accepted it silently.

Because Wen Renli always tried to make the bitter taste of the medicine less severe.

This time, as usual, Wen Renli came to accompany Feng He and taught him how to play the piano and how to paint.

Feng He finally couldn't bear it anymore. Even if it risked destroying his image, he had to confess to Wen Renli.

"Your Highness, I...I have something to tell you..."

Feng He tried hard to look directly into Wen Renli's eyes which were always looking at him with deep affection.

Wen Renli raised his eyes and smiled at him gently.

"Just tell me if you have anything to do."

Feng He took a deep breath, and the tension inexplicably dissipated a lot.

"Your Highness, I am not a woman."

After Feng He finished speaking, she looked at Wen Renli's expression nervously.

But unexpectedly, Wen Renli was not shocked at all. Instead, he looked like he had known about this for a long time.

This time Feng He was shocked. "You... you, don't you have anything to ask?"

Wen Renli looked at Feng He with amusement and tapped his head lightly with the paintbrush in his hand.

"Xiao He, have you forgotten that I am proficient in medicine? I already knew this when I first took your pulse and regulated your body."

Ever since they got engaged, Wen Renli changed the way he addressed Feng He from "Miss Feng" to "Xiao He".

Feng He felt dizzy and suddenly remembered that Wen Renli had helped him regulate his stomach before.

"Were you shocked then?"

Feng He was curious.

Wen Renli smiled, "Not bad. The Marquis and his wife have their reasons for doing this."

Feng He looked at Wen Ren Li with emotion.

"But...but there is one more thing...I want to tell you."

Feng He didn't know when Cen Feiyu would succeed in seizing power. What if he hadn't succeeded yet and he became Wen Renli's Crown Princess?

Feng He decided to confess first.

"When I was attending the hunting course, something unexpected happened that night. Xiao Zhuzi and I...had physical contact."

Feng He's mouth was bubbling with embarrassment when she said this.

Sure enough, this time, Wen Renli did not respond so quickly.

Feng He looked at Wen Ren Li with some uncertainty.

Wen Renli was still as gentle and polite as ever, but Feng He felt that his smile was too stiff, as if the mask he had worn for a long time was about to break.

Feng He said sincerely: "Your Highness, if you mind, we can talk to the Emperor about it. You can also show the expression you really want to show."

Feng He really admired and loved Wen Renli, and didn't want him to marry her without knowing the reason. So even if his character was ruined, Feng He didn't care.

Unexpectedly, Wen Renli didn't say anything, but he listened to Feng He's advice and changed his fake smile into an expressionless face.

"Xiao He, let the past be the past. We just need to live in the present."

I heard that courtesy means not to mind.

Feng He felt bad, but there was nothing she could do.

Cen Feiyu and Zhao Changyu were unaware of the turmoil in the capital, because Cen Feiyu had already gained the support of the general. He and his shadow guard had already moved to the border areas, preparing to train their troops there and then return to the capital to seize power.

Since graduating from his studies, Zhao Changyu has gone to the frontier to be with his father. This is an experience for him and also his future mission.

The time of late autumn has passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, the cold winter is here again, and the new year is not far away.

Fine snowflakes were falling from the sky, and only a thin layer fell on the ground.

Zhao Changyu could still come back from the border during the Chinese New Year. He hadn’t seen Feng He for a long time and missed him so much…

Cen Feiyu was not so lucky. He had to stay in the frontier to continue training his troops and improve his practical combat and military capabilities.

After all, he wanted to seize it as soon as possible and then... marry the queen.

As soon as Zhao Changyu came back, he went to find Feng He. It was winter and the school had already been closed.

Feng He curled up in the quilt, Wen Renli sat beside the bed and told him stories, and tempted him to take some nourishing medicine to recuperate his body.

This was the scene Zhao Changyu saw when he came in. He stood there in a daze.

"Feng He, when did your relationship with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince become so good..."

Zhao Changyu asked dryly, the fire of jealousy in his eyes almost jumping out.

The fever made his mouth dry and his whole body ached.

Feng He was suddenly surprised when she saw Zhao Changyu.

So I didn't answer his question in advance.

"Zhao Changyu, you're back!"

Zhao Changyu looked at Feng He's happy and energetic expression and couldn't help laughing out loud.

It was still that cheerful boyish laugh, very contagious.

However, Wen Renli suddenly answered Zhao Changyu's original question at this time: "Xiao He and I are already engaged."

The smile on Zhao Changyu's face froze, and then began to crack and collapse inch by inch, finally turning into an expressionless face.

"What did you say?"