The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

"My lord, are you going to call His Highness back?" Tian Qing asked cautiously.

When Ming Feiqing came back to his senses, he felt the night wind was cold, he closed the door, walked back to the table and sat down, not in a hurry.

Tian Qing was worried for him: "It's fine for the surname Lin to pester His Highness on weekdays, but doesn't he know what day it is today? Isn't it embarrassing you, Young Master, by keeping His Highness by your side like this?"

Ming Feiqing seemed to have nothing to do with it, so he tore off a piece of chicken thigh, put it in his mouth and tasted it, it was rare for him to have the intention to take the initiative to eat something, and he did not forget to boast: "It tastes good."

There are two salt-baked chicken legs on the plate. The chicken is fresh but not greasy, covered with a layer of salty crispy skin, which satisfies the stomach and satisfies the gluttony at the same time.

Tian Qing said: "It will take at least two hours for the chicken legs to be ready, but His Royal Highness orders the kitchen to prepare them every day, so you can eat them whenever you want."

Ming Feiqing: "..." The chicken leg in his hand suddenly tasted bad.

Back then in Tuzhou, Huaijin used such a chicken leg to trick Ming Feiqing into his hands, so that he willingly followed him back to the imperial city, got involved in those unbearable and dark struggles, and finally became a victim that no one cared about.

The meat in his mouth became tasteless, Ming Feiqing put down the half-eaten chicken leg, stared at the dragon and phoenix wedding candles in front of him, and felt ironic—no matter in the past or present, he and Huaijin would not know how to sing and sing, only you die and live .

"You and Zuo won't come over tonight, you ask the kitchen to cook a hot pot, I'm hungry." Ming Feiqing pushed the chicken legs away a little: "Don't bring this thing in front of me from now on, it looks disgusting. "

Tian Qing was surprised: "Didn't you like chicken legs the most before?"

"The past is the past, and people change."

"But young master ate one last night, your hobby has changed too quickly!"

"..." Ming Feiqing glared at him, Tian Qing immediately shut up and took the chicken leg away.

On the night of the wedding, the prince did not go back to the wedding room, but instead stayed with an outsider in the side courtyard. This story spread throughout the mansion. I thought the princess should be angry and anxious, and didn't want to be in the mood to eat hot pot.

The chef muttered while preparing the dishes: "Shaojun's heart is really big enough, I still have the mood to eat right now."

"Maybe Mr. Lin will squeeze him out as a princess tomorrow."

"It's true, His Highness must be shocked by the news of Shaojun's news in the southern country."

"That Mr. Lin is the prime minister's son-in-law. Not to mention his distinguished family background, he is also the number one scholar in the new discipline. How can the Ming family of the Sesame Mung Bean official compare?"

The few people chatted endlessly, getting more and more out of proportion, and completely forgot that Ming Feiqing was the official wife that the crown prince came to propose in person.

Until the maid Xichun stepped into the cook and scolded: "What are you talking about? Young Master is also someone you can talk about behind your back?"

This group of people shut up honestly, prepared the hot pot and peach blossom wine and brought them into the wedding room.

Seeing that it was Aunt Xichun who brought the wine, Ming Feiqing withdrew the idle servants and asked Tianqing to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Xichun was overwhelmed by the flattery, how could he dare to sit and eat at the same table as the Crown Princess, and hurriedly said:

"Young Master has beaten your slaves!"

Ming Feiqing asked with concern: "Is your little brother cured?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Xichun became even more excited, and bowed deeply to Ming Feiqing: "If the young master hadn't sent a doctor there that day, my brother would have been in danger, but now he is fully recovered. The Prince's Mansion is not normal. People can enter, otherwise the slaves must come to the door to thank the young master!"

Ming Feiqing nodded, and said: "That's good, the family is safe, and you can feel at ease when you are working in the mansion. I was trapped in the southern country that day, and I always miss my family... and Your Highness."

The last three words were added reluctantly.

Xichun looked up at him: "Young Master..."

Ming Feiqing sighed softly: "I've heard all the gossip outside, His Highness treats me indifferently now, never even came to see me when I got married, I'm alone in this house, I'm afraid I want to take care of you again in the future Neither can."

Xichun understood the words to her heart's content, and hurriedly raised her skirt and knelt down: "I have been dependent on my younger brother since I was a child, and the young master's saving my younger brother's life is equivalent to my saving my life. The servant is willing to obey the young master's orders and is loyal."

Ming Feiqing smiled gratifiedly, stood up and helped Xichun up himself: "Aunt Lao will worry about it in the future."

Xichun is an old man in the prince's mansion, she is quite prestigious in the mansion, and by including her in the camp, Ming Feiqing will not fall into a completely passive situation like in her previous life.

In his previous life, he only knew how to give favors without asking for anything in return. After a new life, he finally learned to use favors to win people's hearts.

The hot pot was already cooked, Xichun took out the jade chopsticks, and while holding the meat for Ming Feiqing, he said: "That Master Lin, I heard that he was weak since childhood, and the imperial doctor ordered him not to touch alcohol. At today's wedding banquet, he But it seemed to be intentional, and he poured two big cups fiercely, and poured them into His Highness's arms in front of the guests, His Highness didn't want to die, so he had to call the imperial doctor, I heard that the person has not recovered yet."

The more Tian Qing listened, the more angry he became: "He did it on purpose! First he stole the son's fame, and now that the son is married, he dares to come and snatch the prince!"

Xichun didn't refute, obviously holding the same point of view as Tianqing.

Ming Feiqing was not angry, he took a sip of peach blossom wine calmly and said: "Lin Ji naturally wants to cling to the crown prince."

In the previous life, Lin Ji used such a "bitter trick" to enter the hall, and he seemed to be the guest of honor in the prince's mansion, even compared with Ming Feiqing.

"Xichun, tomorrow morning, when Lin Ji leaves the mansion, you send someone to fetch the four-seat canopy carriage for him to sit in, and send eight guards back and forth to escort him."

When Xichun heard this, isn't this a guard of honor that the Crown Princess deserves only when she returns home?

"Why bother, Shaojun? Although he has a prominent family background, he is just an outsider to the East Palace. Such a battle is really flattering him."

Ming Feiqing shook the wine glass, with the light of happy candles shining in his eyes, he smiled and said: "I just want to let the whole imperial city know that the Prince's Mansion is promoting him. If Lin Ji refuses to sit in this car tomorrow Carriage, you just say, this is what the prince means."

Although Xichun was puzzled, she still agreed to the matter.

In the blink of an eye, it was already midnight, and Ming Feiqing fell asleep after eating and drinking, and did not feel any uneasiness at all because Huai Jin did not come.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he began to dream. All kinds of encounters in his previous life flashed before his eyes like a nightmare. He was drowned in the water and couldn't break free. middle.

The man crushed his palms, kissed his forehead, inserted five fingers into his hair and massaged rhythmically, and then invaded his lips, and the hot and humid breath penetrated into his body, itching and hot at the same time, being applied Give gentle comfort.

Ming Feiqing suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the room was full of light, the candles were all burned out, the sun was shining through the window, and there was no one around.

Is it a dream?

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to get out of bed when he suddenly felt his lips were dry. When he looked in front of the mirror, the corners of his mouth were red and swollen, as if he had been bitten a few times by someone. Was run over by force.

He touched his waist vigilantly, but there was no discomfort.

At this moment Tianqing took out his clothes and came in, seeing Ming Feiqing's appearance, he exclaimed: "My lord, are you angry?"

"Ah?" Ming Feiqing suddenly realized, yes, this seems to be a symptom of getting angry.

"Hot pot is the easiest to catch fire. I'll ask someone to cook a bowl of white fungus soup." Tian Qing put down his clothes and was about to rush to the cook, but Ming Feiqing stopped him.

"last night..."

Originally wanted to ask if Huaijin came back last night, but the words were swallowed again.

On the night of his big wedding in his previous life, he went to the side courtyard to look for Huai Jin. Huai Jin perfunctorily told him to come back and wait. He stayed with Lin Ji all night, and Ming Feiqing also waited for Huai Jin all night, waiting helplessly until No one came back at dawn.

He survived the so-called wedding night alone.

Ming Feiqing can't forget that feeling now.

"It's nothing." He said perfunctorily to Tianqing, Tianqing didn't doubt that he was there, and ran to the chef to get tremella soup.

Ming Feiqing twisted the handkerchief in the warm water and wiped the corners of his mouth. The more he looked, the more he seemed to be on fire, so he no longer suspected anything else.

He changed his clothes, tied up the ponytail casually, and was about to pin a jade hairpin on it when someone grabbed his hand from behind.

Through the mirror, Ming Feiqing saw the face that was deeply loved in the previous life and hated in the present life.

"Why didn't you come to find me last night?"

Huaijin's voice sounded above his head, as if it had been a lifetime ago.

Ming Feiqing's hand holding the hairpin trembled slightly. He tried his best to restrain the overwhelming nausea, pretending to be innocent: "I heard from my mother that if the husband does not return on the wedding night, it often indicates that he will be a widow in the future."

Huaijin laughed lowly: "Fei Qing ever thought about becoming a widow for me?"

Ming Feiqing said without hesitation: "I don't want to."

Huaijin in the mirror raised her eyebrows, thinking that she would hear sweet words like "Your Highness will not die" and "Your Highness is not allowed to say bad things".

But Ming Feiqing said sincerely: "Your Highness will die in the morning, and I will find another home in the afternoon. There will be no delay for a day."

Huaijin: "..."