It was just noon when Cuizhu accompanied Feng Qingge to the Beast Garden.
Looking from a distance, he saw Song Jingrong and his party, and he didn't know how long they had been waiting.
Feng Qingge came over in military uniform, and Rong Jingyu looked at her with amazement.
He rode up to Feng Qingge's side and smiled, "I wonder what Ge'er wants to eat?"
Feng Qingge said: "Just let it happen. There are many kinds of animals in this garden. The third prince can choose according to his own preferences."
Seeing Feng Qingge's lukewarm expression, Song Jingrong felt that his own passion was extinguished by a basin of cold water.
This Feng Qingge seemed to have never shown any affection towards him except when his life was at stake.
But for some reason, seeing him was like a kitten tickling his heart.
He had seen many famous ladies, and it seemed that Feng Qingge was indeed a special being.
He followed Feng Qingge and wanted to show off his skills, but he had to admit that although Feng Qingge didn't know martial arts, he was first-rate in riding and shooting.
With great difficulty, he caught a live rabbit and brought it to Feng Qingge like a treasure.
"Ru'er, look what this is!"
"What?"
Looking at Feng Qingge's indifferent expression.
Song Jingrong immediately put his hands away and looked at Feng Qingge with a little embarrassed look in his eyes.
He originally wanted to use this rabbit to please Feng Qingge.
But he found that looking at Feng Qingge's arrow, it seemed that he had taken the rabbit's lair.
How many noble ladies, when hunting with him, always asked him to let go of those cute little things out of compassion.
On the other hand, Feng Qingge never let go of even the cute little rabbit.
Feng Qingge saw Song Jingrong turning his back and asked curiously: "Did the third prince hunt something rare?"
Song Jingrong's head immediately shook faster than a rattle.
"I hunted some rabbits to roast and eat later." Feng Qingge said.
"Okay." Song Jingrong's smile became even more awkward.
The two of them hunted a lot of game together, and there were a pile of pheasants, turtle doves, geese and other kinds of game.
Cuizhu and Mo Yu took the initiative to take over all the work, which gave Feng Qingge and Song Jingrong a moment of leisure.
The two looked at each other, and Song Jingrong spoke first: "I heard that you were extremely worried after I fell."
"If something happens to His Highness, Qing Ge may not be able to save his life."
Song Jingrong was heartbroken.
What Feng Qingge said seems to be right.
If he makes any mistake, she will be the first to suffer.
After thinking for a long time, Song Jingrong finally said: "Thank you, your antidote."
"There is no need to thank me. I should have thanked His Highness the Third Prince. If His Highness the Third Prince had not sent someone to arrive in time, the consequences would have been disastrous."
Feng Qingge's eyes were cold, as if today's invitation was really just a thank you. Seeing this, Rong Jingyu didn't know why, but his heart went cold.
"Ge'er felt that the first time she met me was too much for Meng Lang, so she thought I was not a good person?"
"I know that Your Highness has a great cause in his heart."
"Xiao Ru'er, do you like General Leng?" Song Jingrong asked, unprepared.
"Of course I like it." Feng Qingge answered frankly.
Leng Wushuang, who was hiding in the tree, felt happy when he heard Feng Qingge's answer.
"Don't I have even a chance?" Song Jingrong still refused to give up.
"Qingge doesn't want to have anything to do with the royal family." Feng Qingge answered truthfully.
Song Jingrong's face turned pale. He liked Feng Qingge, but it was impossible for him to give up the fight for the throne for Feng Qingge.
His tone was light but his expression was heavy: "I understand."
"Third Prince, Young Master, the food is ready!"
Mo Yu and Cuizhu shouted.
"Let's go! Let's go eat!" Feng Qingge said with a smile.
Rong Jingyu felt bitter in his heart when he saw Feng Qingge's bright smile.
By the time he sent Feng Qingge back home, it was already midnight. Looking at the sunset on the horizon, his heart felt cold.
"Thank you, Third Prince, let's say goodbye."
"..." Rong Jingyu watched Feng Qingge leave with only a bitter smile on his face, unable to maintain even the last bit of dignity.
As soon as Feng Qingge returned to the Taoist Mansion, he saw that the entire Feng Mansion was waiting for him. Feng Nantian was sitting at the head of the hall with a serious expression.
She walked away without even thinking about it.
I heard Feng Nantian in the hall say angrily: "Stop!"
Feng Qingge raised her eyelids and stepped into the hall, sitting at the farthest seat from Feng Nantian. She asked nonchalantly: "I wonder what father's advice is?"
Feng Nantian heard Feng Qingge's words and sneered: "Advice? How dare I give you any advice!"
"No need to give me advice? That's okay. I'll go back to the house."
Seeing Feng Qingge getting up to leave, Feng Nantian slammed the table and said angrily: "Feng Qingge, since you don't want to recognize me as your father, why do you want to live in my Feng family?"
Feng Qingge lowered her head and tried hard to calm down her emotions. Then she raised her head with a cold look in her eyes: "Is it because I don't want to recognize my father, or does my father not want to recognize me as his daughter? Feng family? Could it be that father has forgotten that he hung here eighteen years ago?" What kind of plaque is it?”
Feng Nantian said angrily: "Nie Zhan, this Feng Mansion was a wedding gift from your grandfather to me and your mother."
"Father, you'd better remember that this blessed land was given to my mother by my grandfather, not my father." Feng Qingge sneered.
"Okay! Nie Zhan, are you trying to drive your father away?" Feng Nantian was extremely angry.
"Don't say that. I've only been back for a few days. My father scolds me every day when I see him. I wonder what my father wants Qing Ge to do?"
"How about it? One moment Leng Wushuang, another moment the Third Prince, I didn't know my daughter had such abilities!" Feng Nantian said with a sneer.
Feng Qingge glanced at her nails indifferently and said calmly: "Father seems to have said that one is missing!"
"The traitor!" Feng Nantian felt a splitting headache and closed his eyes tightly. He kept rubbing his forehead, as if he didn't want to see Feng Qingge.
"Dad, I am not a concubine after all. I don't need my father to worry about me. What else can my father say?"
"Did you choose the third prince?" Feng Nantian asked.
"Did father choose the Wind King?" Feng Qingge asked without answering.
Feng Nantian did not speak directly. He waited for a long time before opening his eyes and said, "Do you know what you are doing?"
Feng Qingge smiled and didn't answer: "Father, have you ever heard of the saying that eating the emperor's salary means being loyal to the emperor?"
"Are you teaching fatherhood?"
"I just think it's a bit funny that my father is like this. My father reprimands me again and again. I wonder what my father wants to say?" Feng Qingge said coldly.
"After all, you are also the legitimate daughter of my Feng family. And now that the Feng family is short of silver, you -"
"So for such a big show, is my father asking me for money?"
Seeing Feng Qingge speak, Feng Nantian didn't know what to say.
"I thought my father was calling me to warn me not to take sides with the Third Prince. Is it because the family has no money and he asked me for money?" Feng Qingge found it incredible.
"Your sister is getting married, so you need to prepare more money for her dowry." Feng Nantian said.
"Father, what does it have to do with my sister if you marry your daughter? Do you want me to pay to help you raise your aunt and your daughter?" Feng Qingge asked.
Feng Nantian said with an ugly face: "You don't know the cost of the entire Feng Mansion. Now that we don't have those shops, we can no longer support it."
