Since the queen had been tit-for-tat, Sakiki simply took her words for her daughter: "What the Empress said is so great that Youmeng will definitely live up to expectations. Choose a good person who is both virtuous and capable, can shelter her from the wind and rain, overcome all obstacles, and protect her in all things."

She implicitly implied the Queen and others as the storm and thorns on Youmeng's life journey, which made the Queen really embarrassed, but it was difficult to attack in front of the VIPs present. She only cared about her proud and arrogant jade neck and smiled coldly: "A such a capable home? Haha, I want to see if there is such a person."

Youmeng smiled and leaned over, saying that he was unfamiliar but not rude: "My son is grateful to the emperor's priest, and he follows the teachings of the empress."

Ji Shun looked relieved and the undercurrents between women subsided and submerged wars quietly subsided.

Youmeng turned around and her eyes passed to the square.

"Father, my son wants to go down, and come closer to see the young masters and give some encouragement." She said.

Before Ji Shun could speak, the queen sarcastically again: "The reputation of a daughter is the most important. As a princess, she should look like a princess. She should know how to be dignified and reserved. Before the candidate for this son-in-law is confirmed, you can't wait to get along with those men. Will it sound good if it spreads out?"

Youmeng smiled calmly: "My lady, don't worry, Youmeng has his own way and will not embarrass the royal family."

The queen glanced at her with caution, and Ji Shun pondered and nodded and agreed to her.

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At this time, the upright peony blooms in the season. Peony bonsai is planted around Fanghuatai Square, colorful and colorful, and beautiful palaces are decorated with beautiful palaces, presenting a rich and luxurious scene.

After the nobles and princes paid a great worship ceremony to the royal family, they had been waiting here for a while. Finally, they heard the inner supervisor of Sili shouting: "The little princess is here!"

Li Feng stood in an inconspicuous position behind the team. As everyone looked up, he saw a woman in warm clothes, elegant and elegant, with a graceful gait. Behind her were ten people: an eunuch holding a huge canopy umbrella that shrouded the sun, two palace maids holding long-handled ceremonial fans, and the palace maids behind each carried gorgeous palace lanterns.

As the noble woman arrived, these men from various wealthy families bowed their heads and bowed in unison: "The princess has a blessing and a golden state."

"You guys don't have to be polite."

Youmeng stood gracefully, her face was like a lotus, and everyone's eyes were lit up by her brilliance.

In order to cope with the etiquette in the queen's mouth, she had a string of crystal-beaded tassel curtains hanging on her face. Brilliant crystal chains floated on the bridge of her nose and cheeks, covering half of her face faintly, making her look mysterious and fairy-like. The beautiful eyes of the apricot blossoms on the bead curtain were filled with brilliance under the swaying of the crystal.

"I am Princess Chu Yue Ji Youmeng. Most of you should meet me for the first time." She said calmly in line with the men's stunning gaze.

Li Feng thought about it and couldn't help but think of her at Xiang Club. She was wearing a veil, hazy, making her bright eyes look extremely outstanding, impressing him.

Now these eyes are as smart as before, but there is some evil spirit inexplicably, which reminds him of a woman who was dressed as a man outside the Kangqian Gate not long ago and was teased by the young men to become a sissy woman.

If it was her...

Li Feng felt bad all over.

"Today is also the annual peony event in Luoyang City. I am fortunate to meet all the romantic and elegant young men on this most beautiful day of peony flowers." Youmeng closed her sleeves and covered her lips with her jade fingers. No matter how beautiful the peony is, it will be overshadowed. She glanced at the men with soft voices, as if the yellow orioles came out of the valley, "There will be one of you who will become my prince consort. I am looking forward to seeing who is my destined person."

As the saying goes: Death under a peony flower, being a ghost is also romantic.

The men stared at her straight, and saw that the cross-collar robe on her body was half open, revealing the golden strapless skirt, and a piece of snow-white skin rushed into their eyes. How could those men not let their blood surge?
Chapter completed!