The sky outside was still gray, and vendors had already set up stalls on both sides of the street. A few pedestrians hurried past in the street.

Fengdu had four gates in the east, south, west and north. At this time, the gates had just been opened. The thousand-pound gates fell down and connected the moat. The dignitaries went through the east gate, and ordinary merchants and vendors could only enter and exit from the north and south gates. Outside the city, ordinary people lined up to enter the city. The north gate was located a little off, and few people went out through the north gate. There was

a stall selling steamed buns on the road. The stall owner's grandfather and grandson had been in the steamed bun business for three generations. The steamer was steaming big white buns, emitting a strong meaty aroma. For people with an empty stomach in the morning, this smell was the most tempting. Passers-by would pay a few copper coins to buy two meat buns to eat.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and two ordinary horse-drawn carriages drove on the streets paved with blue bricks, apparently going out of the city.

"Stop for a moment." A voice rang out from the carriage, and the driver immediately stopped the horse. A young slave in a blue-gray cloth got out of the carriage, ran to the stall selling buns, took out a string of copper coins from his pocket, and said to the boss of the buns, "Boss, give me some buns."

"Here they are, sir, here are the buns for you, hold them." The short stall owner wrapped a few large buns in oil paper and handed them over.

The young slave took them and got on the carriage again, and the carriage left with a clatter.

The carriage's ordinary appearance was not in line with the interior, which was decorated in an exquisite manner. There were several layers of soft cushions, a tea table and a heater on the low cabinet, and several soft cushions behind the person sitting on the couch. He was covered with a quilt made of brocade and silk. However, his complexion was not very good, his lips were pale, and his chin was thin and pointed, which added a kind of fragile beauty that was breathtaking.

"Master, the buns are here." Ershun handed the buns to his master. He looked at the buns and didn't want to eat them, but didn't want his master to eat them. He had clearly prepared delicate and delicious pastries for his master, but why didn't his master eat them? He asked him to go down and buy the buns bought on the roadside. Who knew if the meat was fresh?

Although he was not very willing in his heart, Ershun still handed the buns he bought to the master who asked him to go downstairs to buy buns.

Fang Ziye took the buns that the little slave had bought. The buns were still hot. He picked up one, took a bite, and held it in his mouth without chewing. He stared at the bun in his hand. The same thing tasted different in his mouth.

Ershun looked at the master's expression and didn't know whether the master liked the bun or not.

In the past few days, he often noticed that the master suddenly sat there, staring at something in a daze, but it seemed that he was not looking at something. He sat there in a daze and looked at something somewhere. He didn't know what the master was thinking.

He knew that his master was unhappy. Since the day that master got married, his master had been ill for a long time and had been lying in bed. He drank a lot of medicine but did not get better. Fortunately, he had gradually gotten better in the last few days and was in good spirits. His master proposed to leave Fengdu. As a servant, he naturally did whatever his master said and was eager to leave that place as soon as possible.

Fang Ziye looked up and saw his little servant curled up there, just like a poor puppy. What he thought was written on his face, and he did not act like a big servant who was bossed around outside. "Second obedient." He called out.

"Hey, Master." Hearing the master calling him, Ershun immediately pricked up his ears, looked at his master with his eyes rolling, and asked actively, "Ershun is here, Master, are you thirsty? Do you want to drink some water?"

In his eyes, the most important thing is that the master is thirsty, hungry, and sleepy.

"You eat one too." Fang Ziye passed the buns in his hand over. This is a bit too much, and he can't finish it himself. It's better to share it with other people. He said, "The rest will be shared by everyone."

He also has a share? The smell is not bad, Ershun sniffed it, mainly given by the master, even if it is poison, he would say it is good. He opened the curtain and passed the remaining buns in his hand out, knowing that the people outside heard what they said inside.

Ah Wu looked at the steamed buns handed out, took one and took a bite, and drove the carriage with his hands pulling the reins skillfully, driving steadily.

In the carriage behind was the doctor who followed, and brought the little medicine boy with them. There were also two guards who followed and were responsible for driving the carriage behind.

The carriage turned a corner and went to the north gate. Er Shun handed over a silver ingot, and the guard at the gate stuffed it into his arms, winked at the people around him, and let the two carriages go without even checking the carriages. The

guards at the city gate all knew privately that those who went in and out of the east gate were all dignitaries, but those who guarded the north gate had the most money. Those who went through the north gate were calm and lenient. Who knew if the people inside were nobles? Unless it was a special time, they would take the silver, turn a blind eye, and let the passing carriages pass.

The carriage quickly left the city and went away at a leisurely pace.

After Ershun helped his master to sleep inside, he sat in front of the curtain and guarded his master.

The carriage swayed, and the little servant guarding the door at the back leaned against the wall of the carriage, closed his eyes and fell asleep. There

was a patch of plum trees planted in the courtyard of Prince Yi's Mansion. It was not the season for plum blossoms to bloom yet. When the plum blossoms bloom, the whole garden will be filled with cold fragrance. After returning from the morning court, the man, who had not yet changed out of his court robes, stood under the plum tree for a long time, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The steward came over and whispered something in front of him.

Feng Lingxiao waved his hand, and the steward retreated silently, with a broken branch in his hand. Last winter, they sat in this yard drinking and admiring the flowers. He remembered that the man liked the light plum wine the most. There was plum wine buried in the ground of this yard last year. He also remembered that the man smiled and said that he would wait to drink this wine next year.

That night was obviously just an accident, but it was deeply rooted in his heart and he could not forget it. He dreamed of the man moaning under him more than once in the middle of the night. Now recalling it, the man's every smile and frown flashed through his mind, and Feng Lingxiao found that he remembered it all clearly.

The fog in his heart was gradually dispelled, and some neglected things gradually became clear.

And when did all this start to change? Was it after he got married, or was it an accident that night, or was it even longer ago, even he himself couldn't explain it clearly.

Knowing that the man had left Fengdu and was trying to escape from him, he felt like something was blocking his chest. He, Feng Lingxiao, had many ways to keep the person by his side, but he couldn't bear to keep the person in Fengdu at this time.

If the person hadn't been sick in bed during this period, he would have no reason to keep the person until now. Why did he keep the person here? Feng Lingxiao gradually got the answer in his heart. It was just that the man obviously distanced himself from their relationship, telling him in this way that they were still the same as before. Every time he looked into the man's eyes, he could not force him.

He reached into his arms and took out a seal. He stroked the words on the seal with the tip of his thumb. There was a word "Fang" on it. This was given to him by Zi Ye three days ago. After he promised to leave Fengdu after he recovered, he gave him this private seal to facilitate his actions.

Today, three days later, the man quietly left Fengdu with his servants as guards.

If you want to go out, I'll let you go, Fang Ziye, you will come back to me eventually! After taking a deep breath, the man narrowed his eyes dangerously, and let you go for now, so that you can go outside to relax.

Hearing the sound coming from behind, before the footsteps approached, the seal in his hand had already been put into his arms, and even the broken branch in his hand had disappeared. His closed eyes opened, and there was no wave in his eyes, as if nothing had happened, this man was still the Wing King Feng Lingxiao.

Walking in from the door and standing at the end of the corridor, Liang Xijun saw the man standing under the plum tree, still wearing court robes, with an imposing manner. This was her husband. With a smile on her face, Liang Xijun walked towards her husband and called softly, "Prince."

Feng Lingxiao turned around and saw the person standing in front of him with a gentle smile on his face, and said "hmm" faintly.

This was the prince that his father had ordered, and the other owner of this palace besides him. No matter her family background or appearance and talent, she was a perfect person who was impeccable. She was the Princess of the King of Yi.

And if it weren't for Liang Xijun, the Princess of the King of Yi today would also be another person of equal status, that's all.

"Your Highness, have you had breakfast yet? I asked the kitchen to prepare some for you. Would you like to have some?" Knowing that her husband must not have eaten yet, Liang Baojun had asked the kitchen to prepare some before she came. She came to have breakfast with her husband to prevent him from getting too hungry.

After entering the palace, she, the princess, had her own courtyard. The courtyard where she lived was the largest courtyard in the palace. It was specially designed to marry her princess, and there were countless servants inside. The Plum Blossom Garden was an ordinary small courtyard in the palace. It was located in a remote location and was quiet. There were plum blossoms planted all over the courtyard. I thought that when the plum blossoms bloomed in the cold winter, it would be a unique sight.

When he was in the prime minister's residence, his father also had his own independent courtyard to facilitate the handling of court affairs. Therefore, Liang Xijun was accustomed to her husband having an independent courtyard.

Her husband would stay overnight in the Plum Blossom Garden when he was handling official business. Fortunately, since she entered the palace, her husband often stayed overnight at her place. As long as she was pregnant and gave her husband a fat boy, her position as a princess would be secure. In this palace,

except for the two concubines with official titles, it was said that his prince had never stepped into the courtyards of the two concubines many times. As for the beautiful maids kept in that courtyard, some of them have never even seen the faces of his husband. After he entered the Yiwang Mansion, there was no need for him to rush to deal with those people. Rather than having a reputation of being jealous, it is better for him to be a good wife of the Yiwang.

As for those beautiful maids, and even the two concubines, there is still a long way to go, so he can take his time.

"Yeah." Feng Lingxiao nodded. He rushed to the morning court early in the morning without drinking a drop of water. Now he is back with an empty stomach and hungry. The smile on Liang Baojun's face became a little softer. The servant beside him had bowed and retreated to arrange breakfast. "Your Highness, it's windy outside. Let's go inside."

The two went into the house, and breakfast was brought up and placed on the table.