Divine Doctor Foolish Consort

  As soon as she walked into the grand hall, everyone looked at her and was stunned. The men's eyes flashed with a few points of unexpected surprise, while the women's eyes were filled with complete jealousy.

  The clothes on her body were made by the most famous master of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty, who was already in his sixties and had a somewhat eccentric temper. It is said that he had long since retired and no longer made clothes, and now only the Empress Dowager could persuade him to take orders, while he would absolutely not accept orders from anyone else.

  So, the clothes on her body are probably something you can't buy even if you have a lot of money.

  "Hmph, isn't it just a piece of clothing? What's so great about it? If I wear that dress, I'll definitely look a hundred times better than her." A woman's voice came over, laced with obvious jealousy.

  Meng Fu's heart secretly laughed coldly, but he didn't pay any attention to those jealous comments and slowly walked forward.

  That kind of indifference, that kind of casualness, added a few more points of resentment and jealousy to the eyes of those women.

  When Meng Ruxue looked at her, there was also a hint of jealousy in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up and walked forward with a light smile on his face. "Sister has finally arrived, come sit down quickly."

  As they spoke, her hand wanted to hold Meng Fuying's.

  No fuss, no deceit, but Meng Ruxue's enthusiasm for her over the past few days has been a bit too much.

  Meng Fu's eyes narrowed slightly as she subtly avoided him and walked over to the seat arranged for her.

  Meng Ruxue's face stiffened for a moment, but she immediately pretended nothing was wrong and sat back in her seat with a light laugh.

  She and Meng Fu Ying are sisters, so in this situation, they naturally sit together.

  She had just sat down when she felt a cold and sharp gaze directed at her, to be precise, not at her, but at Meng Ruxue, and she was unfortunately caught in the sweep.

  Just being swept away has such a powerful killing power!

  Meng Ruo's eyes slightly lifted, and when she met that gaze, her heart couldn't help but tremble. The gaze was as sharp as a hungry eagle's, with an icy coldness that seemed to carry a bloodthirsty ruthlessness, staring at Meng Ruoxue as if wanting to cut her into a thousand pieces.

  This person was a stranger in his original memory, but looking at the position he sat and what he wore, Meng Fu Ying wasn't hard to guess his identity.

  He should be Xuan Yuan's prince, Xuan Lie.

  Just that glance was enough to make Meng Bufei understand that this person was absolutely a ruthless character, born in the royal family, and would definitely be the kind of person who would kill his brothers and father for the throne.

  The crown prince has been away for many years and rarely returns to Beijing, but this time he actually rushed back on purpose?

  Meng Ruxue found it hard to maintain her usual disguise under his gaze, and her body seemed to be trembling slightly.

  Meng Fu Ying's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, surely there was nothing going on between this prince and Meng Ru Xue?

  However, since Meng Ruxue had that aura of "obtaining the world with this woman", the prince's reaction at this moment was also normal.

  However, the prince was born at an inopportune time. He is already thirty-six years old today, and when he chose his consort, Meng Ruxue was only two or three years old. So it's useless to get angry about it now.

  Hmph...

  In a man's heart...

  Woman? World? In the end, there is only the world.

  Women, in this society, are ultimately pitiful.

  So she was grateful for the disguise on her face at this moment. If it weren't for the disguise on her face, if it weren't for years of foolishness, Meng Ruxue's sorrow today might have fallen on her instead.

  And now she is free and can choose her own happiness.

  Ah, freedom, it's great.

  But when he saw Bai Yichen walking in with Xuan Yuanfan, he couldn't help but freeze, how could Bai Yichen appear at such a gathering?

  Upon careful consideration, it's actually normal that he would attend this grand ceremony of selecting a consort. He should have come with Bai Yuyue.

  He didn't think much of it either.

  Look at the time difference, the emperor and empress have already arrived, but today's protagonist has still not appeared.

  This old man's frame is indeed big enough.

  Just then, he heard a eunuch outside shouting, "The Seventh Prince has arrived."

  The entire hall fell silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes turned to the gate outside. Meng Fu Ying also slowly looked over.

  When he appeared at the door in a white suit, everyone was stunned.

  His tall and straight figure, under the slanting sunlight, appears even more slender. The soft sunlight sprinkled on his side, as if a celestial being had descended to earth, and even the sunlight seemed to have lost all its radiance in front of him.

  Is this man a demon or an immortal?

  He didn't pay attention to everyone's gaze at all, his eyes didn't glance sideways, and he walked calmly to his seat with a calm face.

  The crown prince's eyes finally moved away from Meng Ruxue's body, and when he looked at Xuan Yuan Ye, there was even more ruthless coldness in his gaze.

  And it's still that kind of unapologetic one.

  A cold, ruthless, yet absolutely arrogant man.

  But such a gaze shot at Xuan Yuan Ye's body did not stir up any ripples.

  "Alright, since Ruo'er is here, let's begin." The empress sitting directly above smiled faintly, her large red attire starkly indicating her status. Although she was already over 40 years old, she had taken good care of herself and still exuded a subtle charm.

  "En." The emperor merely nodded slightly, his low voice devoid of much emotion.

  By the emperor's side, naturally sat those favored concubines, however, Meng Fu Ying didn't go to look at them one by one, she had no interest in them.

  The first question was actually an impromptu poem.

  Each person was handed a piece of paper and asked that each woman write a poem within one minute.

  Meng Fu Ying just glanced at it slightly, but didn't intend to pick up the pen. It wasn't her concern anyway, and today's outcome was already clear in everyone's minds. The ones leaving now were just going through the motions. Whether she wrote or not didn't matter at all. Moreover, Meng Fu Ying used to be silly and wouldn't write anything, but no one would say anything about it.

  But she unexpectedly found that Meng Ruxue seemed to have no intention of writing, and her eyes kept glancing over at her from time to time.

  Meng Ruxue was a famous talented woman of the Xuan Yuan Dynasty. Shouldn't she be quick to take up her pen at this moment?

  She?

  Meng Fu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind - could it be her?

  Meng Ruxue was on guard against her.

  Meng Ruxue was very clear that she was no longer her original self now.

  Of course, even if Meng Ruxue knew that she was now different from before, with her confidence, she would not admit to losing to herself.

  So Meng Ruxue hesitated and didn't write, probably because she had another purpose.

  The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, Meng Chu's interest suddenly came, picked up the pen on the table, and quickly wrote down a poem.

  Her eyes slanted slightly, and indeed, Meng Ruxue's pen also moved quickly.

  Although Meng Ruxue used the handkerchief in her hand to block the words she wrote, from the slight movement of the pen tip at that time, Meng Fuying knew that Meng Ruxue had written exactly the same content as hers.

  At such a grand occasion, it can't be written out, at most it would just be ridiculed by others, but if it's copied from someone else's...

  Humph, actually thinking of using this method to humiliate her? Frame her?

  How ridiculous.

  Since she wants to play, then just accompany her to play, anyway being idle is also idle.