Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

"Guard Fucha, laughing so loudly is really inappropriate!" Wei Yingluo winked playfully and said with a teasing smile on her lips.

Fu Heng was dumbfounded after hearing her words. He tried hard to recall whether he had ever said the word "inappropriate" in front of Wei Yingluo, but he just couldn't remember.

However, the tone of these words really sounded as if they were spoken from his own mouth, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, with a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Well... it was indeed a bit inappropriate, Miss Yingluo, it was Fu Heng who offended me. Thank you for your medicine, I feel much better now." Fu Heng responded softly, with a hint of apology and gratitude in his eyes.

Wei Yingluo smiled slightly, with a hint of arrogance and confidence in her smile.

"People should just follow their hearts and laugh happily. What's wrong with that? I think it's more generous and decent this way."

Fu Heng nodded in agreement. He looked at Wei Yingluo's quirky appearance and secretly sighed in his heart that she always had unique insights and ideas, free and unrestrained.

As for himself, he was carefully trained as the heir of the Fucha Mansion since he was a child. Every day and night, he would concentrate on studying various military books, ancient books, poems and songs; at the same time, he never stopped training in riding and archery. When he reached the right age, he entered the palace as a guard...

For him, the word "freedom" has long become out of reach.

Only in front of Wei Yingluo could he slightly unload the burden on his shoulders and feel the brief but precious joy.

So, he smiled helplessly again, with a hint of doting in his tone: "Yingluo, what you said makes sense."

Fu Heng thought silently in his heart that no matter whether it was appropriate or inappropriate, it seemed that as long as Wei Yingluo said it, she had her reasons.

As soon as Fu Heng left Changchun Palace, Wei Yingluo quickly ran to Mingyu.

"Mingyu!" Wei Yingluo pulled Mingyu breathlessly, as if there was something extremely urgent.

"Yingluo, what are you doing? You're so irritable. What a mess." Mingyu pouted with disgust, but Wei Yingluo didn't care at all. She asked rapidly:

"Mingyu, I want to ask you, how is your embroidery of the purse going? I have been teaching you for several days. Didn't you promise me that you would finish it right away? Why haven't you handed it in yet?"

"I... I haven't finished embroidering yet." Mingyu pouted and turned away, not daring to look Wei Yingluo in the eye.

When Wei Yingluo saw Mingyu's guilty look, her heart became as clear as a mirror. She knew Mingyu too well and knew that she was definitely lying to her again.

So Wei Yingluo began to use provocation to deliberately provoke Ming Yudao.

"Mingyu, if you have finished embroidering, please take it to the guards immediately. Our fearless Miss Mingyu, how could she worry about being rejected?"

"Of course I'm not afraid! It would be his loss if he rejects me!" Mingyu fell into the trap and quickly answered loudly.

"That's right, why don't you go now!"

Wei Yingluo pretended to push Mingyu out of Changchun Palace, but she saw that she seemed to be stuck to the ground and could not move. Wei Yingluo could not help but find it funny, but Mingyu was angry.

"Wei Yingluo! Can't you see it yourself? Guard Fucha has been looking for you since he arrived at Changchun Palace. You are clearly a little different towards him, but you are unwilling to admit it. What are you thinking?"

Mingyu hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but tell what she saw, and then walked away angrily.

Wei Yingluo was stunned. She didn't expect that Mingyu could see through her thoughts which she tried so hard to conceal. Perhaps this proved the saying "a bystander sees more clearly".

She sighed, composed herself, went to the small kitchen to make Mingyu's favorite steamed cheese with rice flour, and brought it to Mingyu's room.

"Mingyu~", Wei Yingluo called out to Mingyu who was lying on the bed angrily, but Mingyu still had her back to her and didn't say anything.

Wei Yingluo shook her head helplessly, sat down gently on the bed, pushed Mingyu's shoulder and said, "Okay, don't be angry, I made you your favorite steamed cheese with flour."

Wei Yingluo then sat down beside Mingyu's bed, put down the steamed cheese with flour, reached out and gently patted Mingyu's back to comfort her.

The sweet aroma of steamed cheese with flour entered Mingyu's nose. She sniffed and the sweet smell made her mood instantly better. But she thought to herself that she couldn't forgive Wei Yingluo so quickly.

Mingyu still didn't turn around, but just snorted coldly.

Wei Yingluo knew that she was still sulking, so she continued to coax her, "Look at you, such a pretty face, it's not pretty to be so angry. Come, try the yogurt I made, I guarantee it will calm you down."

As she spoke, Wei Yingluo handed the bowl to Mingyu and waved her hand deliberately, letting the sweet smell float into Mingyu's nose.

Sure enough, Mingyu couldn't help swallowing, but still turned her head away stubbornly.

Seeing this, Wei Yingluo smiled and said, "Oh, if you don't eat it, then I will. Such delicious food can't be wasted." After saying that, she pretended to get a spoon.

"Wait!" Mingyu finally sat up and snatched the bowl from Wei Yingluo. While eating, she did not forget to complain: "Humph, you have no conscience, you actually want to eat alone!"

Seeing Mingyu wolfing down the food, Wei Yingluo finally felt relieved.

She knew that although Mingyu was harsh in her words, she was actually kind-hearted. As long as she coaxed her, she would not bear a grudge against her.

Wei Yingluo slowly opened her mouth and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mingyu, I do have some selfish motives... but I really don't know how to explain it to you clearly, and I definitely don't mean to tease you."

She couldn't confess to Mingyu that her destined lover was at the guard post, and in her previous life, it was because she had given the wrong purse to Fucha Fuheng that she met Hailancha by accident...

Wei Yingluo's heart was in a mess. On one side was her sister's affairs, on the other was her emotional entanglement with Fu Heng, and on the other was Mingyu. At this moment, she felt unprecedented panic, fearing that she would mess everything up...

"Yingluo, in your eyes, in your heart, am I the kind of person who can't stand to see her friends doing well?" Mingyu asked pitifully, with a hint of tears in her words.

"That's not the case, Mingyu. How could I not believe you? Whether you believe it or not, I just want to help you break off this wrong relationship as soon as possible. Only in this way, other lovers will have the opportunity to meet you."

Mingyu nodded. Although she felt that what Wei Yingluo said made sense, she was still unwilling to "let her go" so quickly. So Mingyu put her hands on her hips and said to Wei Yingluo with a proud look on her face.

"Wei Yingluo, then tell me, do you like Guard Fucha? Otherwise, why did you encourage me to give him a purse? Humph! Why don't you give it to him yourself?"