In the Nuan Pavilion, all the ministers looked at Feng Xi dumbfounded, not believing that this was said by a princess to an imperial minister.
Let's not mention that the imperial envoy is here to monitor you. Just say that "you deserve to die", which sounds like a polite word!
Princess, what happened to her, why did she...
"Princess, look at this Chinese New Year, we are welcoming Peng Qinchen, so don't make such a joke with everyone! Right, everyone."
Shi Songgao, the Maitreya Buddha, quickly got up and laughed with him, but Feng Xi directly glanced at him and said:
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Shi Songgao: "?"
Is this, is this the same Princess Zhaoming who just listened to him talking about the garden and showed great respect to him?
"I don't dare, I don't dare. How dare I teach the princess how to do things..."
"Don't you dare? Don't you dare who interrupted just now? That big black dog watching the garden?"
Old God Feng Xi looked at Shi Songgao intently, completely throwing away the royal push-pull checks and balances.
Do not ask.
Asking is reckless!
If anyone is unhappy, just come on!
No, Shi Songgao, who just now was complacent about his tact and sophistication, and wanted to be a peacemaker, suddenly turned pale.
But the officials from the North who had just wanted to follow his words and speak for Peng Huan kept their mouths shut.
Seeing that they stopped interfering, Feng Xi turned her attention to Peng Huan again and said:
"Didn't you say you deserve to die? The dagger is all for you, so you should hurry up."
Feng Xi said this with a smile, her clear eyes were like a lake under the moon, suddenly giving people a sense of innocence.
If what she said was not to let people die.
After all, Peng Huan was a chamberlain, and they had to learn the art of observing words and expressions in a servile manner since they were young. Failure to learn it was a sure thing, so he immediately bent down and said with a smile:
"Princess, what I just said was just a joke. When I followed you around the palace, how could I not have said this damn word on my lips?"
"Really? Forgot."
Feng Xi crossed her arms, the original owner was either being lied to or being criticized all day long, and everyone who was stupid and lacked memory looked at him and was speechless.
Anyway, she can't help but look at it.
"You are a noble person who forgets things. It's normal. It's normal."
Peng Huan still maintained the smile on his face. He thought that since he praised this idiot so much, the other party should have exposed this matter, right?
As a result, the next second he heard Feng Xi say:
"Since you have said it so many times, why do I ask you to honor it once?"
Peng Huan: "?"
Doesn’t this princess understand human language?
The hand holding the whisk was trembling with anger. Seeing that Peng Huan was about to break up with Feng Xi, Qi Xiao, who was sitting next to Feng Xi, finally picked up a piece of crystal tofu, stuffed it directly into Feng Xi's mouth and said:
"Eunuch Peng is old and will inevitably lose his energy. Magistrate Shi is a talkative man and he will definitely like to have sex. Considering that they all have shortcomings, princess, please don't argue with them."
Peng Huan: "?"
Shi Songgao: "?"
It was okay for Shi Songgao. When Peng Huan heard the word "flaw", he felt the blood in his body surge up, and he wanted to let the few people behind him go up and chop Qi Xiao.
Who doesn’t know that their eunuchs have shortcomings?
Qi Xiao, how dare he?
How dare he, a loser who can be stepped on by anyone?
Peng Huan, who had finally suppressed his anger, was about to explode, but Feng Xi had already swallowed the crystal tofu and said:
"Okay, for the sake of my consort, I won't pursue you two."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Tian, who was standing by, took a few steps down to pick up the dagger and put it back into the sheath on his waist.
For a time, both the officials from the DPRK and China, headed by Mr. Li Ge, and the officials from the North, headed by Shi Songgao, all breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Gelao and others looked at Qi Xiao gratefully, becoming more and more certain that the prince-in-law was not a waste but a Liang Cai.
After all, Peng Huan was an imperial envoy. It was okay for the princess to use him to take advantage of Qiao to make him look good, but it was not okay to kill him.
Even though their disaster relief work was going smoothly, once the old foxes in the court found out that they had made a big mistake, they would be the first and the second.
Staring at Qi Xiao, Peng Huan was silent for a while before gritting his teeth and saying:
"Peng Huan thanks the princess for showing mercy, and thanks the consort for rescuing the siege."
Feng Xi waved her hand:
"It's a small thing, no thanks."
Peng Huan: "..."
Well, things related to his life were said to be trivial matters.
As a result, Peng Huan, who originally wanted to forcefully put on a smile, simply rolled his sleeves and sat down in his seat without speaking in a few steps.
Not only him, but Shi Songgao, who was just like a fish in water, also quickly put his tail between his legs, and ordered the dancers who had been prepared to come in quickly to liven up the atmosphere.
It is said that this random punch can kill the old master, Zhao Ming's recklessness is really a headache.
But precisely because Zhao Ming became more and more reckless and uncontrollable, they became more determined to facilitate that matter.
To deal with such a mad dog, don't we have to put her on a chain?
No matter how despicable Ye Qingchuan is, he is still better than Qi Xiao, that loser who uses chicken feathers as arrows.
After giving Qi Xiao another cold look, Peng Huan immediately waved to a fan next to him. After hearing the words, the fan quickly left the Nuan Pavilion quietly.
"Master, Peng Huan and Shi Songgao are not honest. You just provoked them so much that they might jump over the wall."
Mu Tian's eyes inadvertently glanced at the sneaking fanzi, and he immediately sent a message to Qi Xiao.
He didn't believe that their master could not see what he had seen.
Besides, among the people that the princess and the master brought back from the mountain that day, there was one person whose thoughts were not pure.
After hearing this, Qi Xiao's expression remained unchanged, but he looked sideways at Feng Xi, who was lowering his head to eat the food and was obviously not interested in the singing and dancing below.
The girl has snow-white skin and picturesque eyebrows. Different from her confident attitude when she is quarreling with others, she always eats quietly and behaves like a snow-colored cat.
Sure enough, they are different.
Tapping his fingers lightly on the table, Qi Xiao answered in a very soft voice, but Mu Tian felt the clear murderous intent in his words.
"What are you afraid of? What I want is for them to jump over the wall."
Soon, several songs and dances came to an end amidst the applause of all the officials.
Even as diligent as Mr. Li Ge, he unknowingly relaxed his nerves.
It’s already here, let’s just treat it as a small New Year’s Eve.
And a piece of piano music came out at this moment, like fairy music that parted the snowy night, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes crisp, and it captured the hearts of everyone present almost at once.
When everyone was looking for the sound, a maid had lit a candle outside the pavilion. The lights and the moon reflected each other, the sky was covered with snow, and even the night was dyed with mist, making the person playing the piano feel like a fairy, as if he were in the world. Visitors from outside.
Everyone in Shengjing knows that Princess Zhaoming Feng Xi once traveled with the third princess Feng Yuan.
The two of them traveled to the mountain behind Huangjue Temple, where they saw a young man playing the harp in the mist. The sound of the harp was lingering and his grace was outstanding. Princess Zhaoming fell in love with him at first sight.
He was none other than Mu Qingze, the grandson of the Grand Master, the son of Qi Bohou, and the young marquis of the Mu family.
Slowly raising his eyes, at this moment, Ye Qingchuan was looking at Feng Xi with eyes that were very similar to Mu Qingze's, looking at his overwhelming wealth.
