"This is my savior. He has nowhere to go recently and wants to borrow some time here." Feng Xingtong told the truth. Di Yeheng helped her get rid of the charm potion. Is he her savior? wrong.
Di Yeheng's face was expressionless, and his black eyes darkened slightly.
He didn't like the identity of his savior. It would be better if he was his future husband.
When Feng Cang heard this, he immediately raised his hands and clasped his fists towards Di Yeheng: "Thank you very much for rescuing my little star. You can stay here as long as you want."
"Feng Chen, go inform the housekeeper to arrange a guest room. What should I call this... young master?" Feng Cang asked Feng Xingtong.
Feng Xingtong: "His name is Di Yeheng, just call him Emperor Gongzi."
"Yes, we must treat this emperor well and satisfy all his needs!"
Feng Chen retreated, and the soldier on the ground also left.
In the room, Feng Cang looked at the emperor's young master carefully, staring at his silver hair again and again, and asked in a low voice: "Xingxing, his hair, could it be that he has a white head?"
"Ahem, his origin is rather mysterious. Silver hair is normal there." Feng Xingtong explained.
She didn't think there was anything abnormal about silver hair. Rainbow hair was normal in Blue Star.
Feng Cang tried to see through Di Yeheng's cultivation, but found that he couldn't see anything.
Looking at his young age, his cultivation level is actually higher than his. He is worthy of being an expert who can come and go freely in the abyss of monsters.
Moreover, the aura around him always conveys a coldness that repels people thousands of miles away, and there is also a sense of oppression and intimidation that can only be felt by those in a superior position.
Feng Cang took a few glances and felt that it was impolite to stare at the person all the time, so he stopped looking at him.
He asked Di Yeheng in a gentle tone: "Master Di, can you step aside for a moment? My grandson and I have something to say."
Di Yeheng nodded slightly and looked at Feng Xingtong: "I'll wait for you outside."
"Um."
After the door was closed, Feng Cang asked hurriedly: "The emperor's eyes don't look right when he looks at you. Does he know that you are a woman?"
Feng Xingtong coughed lightly and didn't hide it: "Yes, I know."
It's good to know, lest grandpa misunderstand that Di Yeheng has a broken sleeve, and he might dislike Di Yeheng.
"Then will he tell this matter? Oh! His Majesty will be in trouble if he finds out!"
Feng Xingtong quickly comforted him, "Grandpa, don't worry, Di Yeheng will definitely not tell anyone."
"Are you so sure?" Feng Cang squinted at her, as if he had seen through something.
"What, he, he seems to like me, so he won't harm me." Feng Xingtong was not sure, so he could only say that he seemed to like her.
Feng Cang did not continue the topic and changed the topic and asked: "You just saw the twelve people outside, what do you think of them?"
"He has a strong murderous aura, and he is someone who lives on a knife's edge." This was Feng Xingtong's first impression of the people in the yard.
"Do you know why grandpa summoned them here?"
Feng Xingtong shook his head. The original owner knew nothing about the Feng Guard Team, and even had a very average relationship with the Feng Guard Captain Feng Chen.
"You are now able to practice. Grandpa is going to hand over the Feng Ling to you." Feng Cang said and took out a simple black token. "With this token, all Feng Guards will listen to your orders."
Feng Xingtong took the token and felt her palms were heavy. This was Feng Cang's recognition of her. He was preparing to hand the entire Pingyang Marquis Mansion into her hands.
"Xingxing, just having a token is not enough. If you can make the people in the yard truly surrender to you, all the Feng Guards will swear their loyalty to you." Feng Cang looked at her expectantly.
Feng Xingtong's lips curled up slightly: "Grandpa, don't worry, I will definitely conquer them."
The two talked about Feng Ting's disappearance for a while, and Feng Cang told Feng Xingtong not to leave the Hou Mansion recently to avoid unexpected events.
After leaving the room, Feng Chen nodded towards Feng Xingtong and asked, "Your Majesty, is the Marquis okay?"
"It's okay, just go in and take care of him." Feng Xingtong had a pretty good impression of Feng Chen.
It's just that Feng Chen's cultivation level is not as high as those in the courtyard. The reason why he can become the captain of Feng Guard is probably because he grew up with Feng Cang and Feng Cang trusts him enough.
Di Yeheng was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, and beside him stood a man in black dressed as a guard.
There was hot tea and snacks on the table, and the tea sets were exquisite and gorgeous, not from the Marquis's house.
The dozen or so people in the yard were all far away from Di Yeheng, as if they had seen some wild beast.
"Tongtong, come here." Di Yeheng waved to her.
Feng Xingtong walked over and sat down. Di Yeheng pushed over a cup of tea and said in a warm voice: "Drink some tea and eat some snacks."
"What's wrong with them?" Feng Xingtong ate the pastry. She hadn't eaten anything since she got up early. She was indeed hungry.
"I was scared by the sky." Di Yeheng said casually, staring at the little mouth eating.
"Changkong?" Feng Xingtong looked at the man in black.
The man was young and had a delicate face. He cupped his fists towards her and said, "My subordinate Changkong has met the Crown Prince!"
"Why did you scare them?" Feng Xingtong picked up the tea cup and took a sip, looking at the dozen or so people in the courtyard.
"My subordinates didn't do anything. They just appeared suddenly." Changkong scratched his head. He didn't understand. What was so scary about his sudden appearance?
In the Demon Realm, he often disappears and appears suddenly, and the people in the Demon Realm are not afraid of him.
There was a black line hanging on Feng Xingtong's forehead, "You couldn't have come here by tearing apart space, right?"
Changkong nodded immediately: "Yes!"
Feng Xingtong: "............"
No wonder those Fengwei team captains were all looking at this side warily, staring at this side as if they were looking at monsters.
In the Kingdom of Sun, there are no people who can tear apart space with bare hands. This should be their first time seeing how to tear apart space.
The reason why Feng Xingtong didn't feel scared when she saw Di Yeheng tearing apart space was because she knew he was the Demon Lord, and because she traveled from Blue Star, she was more receptive to new things.
The Fengwei captains, who were born and raised in the land of Yaori, have deep-rooted thinking and are naturally afraid of the sky.
Feng Xingtong looked at everyone in the yard while eating.
They are all under thirty years old, with different body shapes, appearances, and temperaments. Some of them look fierce and vicious, and it is difficult to get along with them at first glance.
Twelve people, why is one missing?
Feng Xingtong quickly looked around and finally found the last person.
He was wearing a sexy pink robe and was lying on a tree, with one of his long legs hanging down still swaying back and forth.
"The one on the tree, come down." Feng Xingtong suddenly spoke, and the clear young voice attracted the team captains in the courtyard to look at the person on the tree.
The man on the tree sat up and called out to Feng Xingtong, "Is the Crown Prince calling me?"
Feng Xingtong looked at him indifferently: "Come here."
Feng Twelve jumped down from the tree, flipped his black hair on his shoulders, and walked towards Feng Xingtong casually.
He bowed rather loosely: "I've met the Crown Prince."
Feng Xingtong looked at him, with a smile on her handsome brows: "Twenty-year-old Huang Lingshi is indeed very strong."
Feng Twelve stood sideways with his hands folded across his chest, and said in a rather arrogant tone: "That's natural, otherwise how could I be the squad leader."
While he was speaking, he glanced at Feng Xingtong's waist, regret and pity flashing in his eyes.
Feng Xingtong's eyes narrowed slightly, staring into the eyes of the man in pink clothes, but she didn't see any disdain or contempt in his eyes.
Yes, he is not bad-tempered.
With a gentle voice, she slowly stood up and looked at him: "What's your name?"
"I am the captain of Team Twelve. My master gave me the name Feng Twelve."
"Okay, Feng Twelve, do you dare to compete with me?" Feng Xingtong stood with his back straight, a pair of phoenix eyes shining brightly on his clear and charming face.
Feng Twelve was stunned for a moment, and quickly glanced at Feng Xingtong's Dantian, "Your Majesty, how can you compare with me if you can't practice?"
Feng Xingtong had a smile on her lips and said, "It's not about spiritual power, it's about physical skills. How about that?"
Feng Twelve took a step back and refused again and again: "That won't work either. You are usually pampered. Even if I don't use my spiritual power, you will not be my opponent."
Feng Xingtong took a few steps forward, took out a black token, and said to the others in the courtyard: "Team Twelve, grandpa has given me the Feng token, and I will be your master from now on. I know that none of you are convinced by me, and you look down on me even more."
"But it doesn't matter. I will compete with Feng Twelve today. If I lose, I will return Feng Ling to Grandpa and never take over Feng Ling again."
As soon as these words came out, the twelve team captains all became energetic, and those who were originally depressed also showed expressions of relief.
Let them follow a good-for-nothing prince, and they all feel that their future is bleak.
"Twelve, remember to be merciful and don't hurt the prince." Feng Yi warned in a loud voice. His bronze skin looked very steady, and his eyes were calm and calm.
Feng Er also said: "Xiao Twelve, you can discuss your ideas with the Crown Prince. If we hurt the Crown Prince, the master will punish us."
Feng Twelve licked his lips and asked dryly: "Your Majesty, do you have to compete with me?"
"You can also compete with others." Feng Xingtong looked at the other eleven people, "Twelve doesn't want to fight me, which one of you will do it?"
Feng Yi said: "Twelve, your cultivation level is the lowest, you go up."
Feng San's muscles all over his body were pumping and he said: "Twelve is already a Huang Lingshi. If the Crown Prince can't defeat him, there is no need to fight us. We are much stronger than Twelve."
Feng Twelve was riding a tiger and was unable to dismount. He was indeed the weakest among the twelve. If the Crown Prince wanted to challenge them, it would be most appropriate for him to be the first to spar with him.
Yes, if he gathers his strength then, he won't hurt the prince or make the marquis unhappy.
Feng Twelve put away the careless look on his face, straightened his back and said, "Your Majesty, how are you going to compete?"
Feng Xingtong saw that everyone else had weapons, so she asked, "Do you have weapons?"
Feng Twelve directly took out the folding fan fastened to his waist, "This is my weapon."
He opened the folding fan with a 'swish' sound. The icy-green fan was a spiritual weapon. The fan bones were hard and glowing with cold light, and various flowers were carved on it.
It's quite naughty.
As cool as his pink clothes.
Moreover, Feng Twelve is also handsome and has a little feeling of being in Longyang.
Feng Twelve looked at Feng Xingtong who had both hands empty, frowned slightly and said: "If the prince has no weapons, let's fight with bare hands."
"No need." Feng Xingtong looked at Feng Yi, "Lend me your sword."
Feng Yi immediately came over and handed over the long sword.
Feng Xingtong weighed it in her hand, turned her wrist and waved it a few times, and said with a faint smile: "Thank you, it goes very well."
Surprise flashed through Feng Yi's calm eyes. His sword was obviously very heavy, but the prince could hold it with no skill and still wield it so smoothly.
This good-for-nothing prince seems to be a little different from what he remembers...
