Oh my god, how could she say such nonsense?
At this moment, she just wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Song Jingrong did not expose it, but said to Mo Yu who hurried over: "Go and find some sweet potatoes."
As soon as Mo Yu entered the door, he heard this order. He was confused for a moment and asked uncertainly: "Master, what did you say?"
Song Jingrong kicked Mo Yu and said, "I asked you to find some sweet potatoes."
"Yes." Mo Yu rubbed his butt and grimaced. He really couldn't figure out why he suddenly went looking for sweet potatoes?
After Mo Yu left, the atmosphere among the three people left in the house was unusually delicate.
It was Song Jingrong who said: "Ge'er, come here."
After Song Jingrong said this, Leng Wushuang stood directly in front of Feng Qingge, his eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire.
He said to Song Jingrong: "His Royal Highness the Third Prince has overstepped his bounds."
Song Jingrong said: "I am calling my future crown princess, there is no way to say that I am overstepping my bounds!"
Leng Wushuang bluntly revealed: "A deal is a deal, don't take it seriously."
Seeing that the fight between the two was about to break out, Feng Qingge held her stomach and said, "I have a stomachache, let's go first!"
"Don't go!"
"Don't go!"
The two said in unison.
Feng Qingge just moved her feet to the door and paused, with an embarrassed smile on her face.
One of them held Feng Qingge's left hand, and the other held Feng Qingge's right hand.
Feng Qingge looked at the two of them, pulled out her hand abruptly, and said bravely: "Isn't my stomach hurting?"
"Don't pretend!"
"Don't pretend!"
The two said in unison again.
Feng Qingge blushed and said, "I'm coming to Kuishui..."
Both of them had slightly red faces. They were originally holding Feng Qingge's hand, but they pulled each other because they couldn't trust each other.
"Then I'll go back to the palace first." Feng Qingge ran away as if running away.
Hearing this, Song Jingrong was very proud, as if he had won the battle.
"Your Highness, Third Prince, don't forget that you and Ge'er are just a deal." Leng Wushuang reminded, holding Song Jingrong's hand.
Song Jingrong didn't seem to care, and said with a beaming look on his face: "So what, Ge'er is also a 'Crown Princess' after all!"
"you--!"
Seeing the anger between the two boiling over.
At this time, Mo Yu walked in with two sweet potatoes: "Master, I bought sweet potatoes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yu felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Leng Wushuang and Song Jingrong released their hands at the same time when they saw Mo Yu coming in.
Mo Yu was sweating coldly while holding two sweet potatoes.
Seeing Feng Qingge's absence, even the fool knew that the Third Prince would not deal with General Leng.
"Wait! Leave the sweet potatoes!"
Mo Yu was about to retreat, but he was unexpectedly stopped by Song Jingrong.
After Mo Yu heard this, he immediately put the sweet potato in Song Jingrong's hand, and Fei ran away.
Seeing Song Jingrong being so proud, Leng Wushuang immediately grabbed two sweet potatoes in his hand.
Song Jingrong saw his sweet potatoes being robbed and said angrily: "You——!"
"Your Highness the Third Prince, you probably don't know how to roast sweet potatoes," Leng Wushuang said sarcastically.
The smile on Song Jingrong's face faded.
He really doesn't.
Seeing that Leng Wushuang had roasted the sweet potatoes skillfully, Song Jingrong followed suit and threw the sweet potatoes into the oven.
The more Song Jingrong looked at Leng Wushuang, the angrier he became. He was not angry with Leng Wushuang, but with himself.
He also knew that the relationship between him and Feng Qingge was just a transaction.
Whoever makes the first move in this transaction will lose.
It seemed that when I saw Feng Qingge for the first time, my heart had already fallen.
It's just that he was too proud to admit it.
"General Leng led the 10,000 Leng family troops this time, and brought home a hundred thousand lions in the Northern Desert. He is worthy of being an unparalleled genius in leading troops to fight." After Song Jingrong said this, he felt a little bit tasteful, but he threw away his love rival. In this regard, Leng Wushuang is indeed admirable.
"Your Highness is too modest."
Click, click, click—!
The sweet potatoes are roasting sizzlingly under the fire.
Leng Wushuang took out a dagger and turned over the sweet potatoes: "I hope that I, Zhongzhou, will never get married."
Song Jingrong listened to Leng Wushuang's words and admired Leng Wushuang for having such magnanimity, and immediately said: "I will definitely live up to the general's trust."
"You don't know where Yeluqi is now?"
"He is imprisoned in the suburbs of Beijing. Now that he is a hostage, he is afraid that he will not dare to speak nonsense again."
"Proton? A useless person like Yeluqi wouldn't even dare to threaten Zhongzhou with death, for fear that it would be useless if he kept it." Leng Wushuang said disdainfully.
"After all, he is also the eldest son of the Yelu family, and the brother-in-law of the Northern Desert Emperor Tuoba Hong. Keeping him is still useful," Song Jingrong said.
"Hmph!" Leng Wushuang snorted lightly, and said with even more disdain on his face: "This person is also a pig-brained person. He dares to collude with those vassal kings. This is a good time. He steals the chicken but loses the rice. After so long, I wonder if His Highness the Crown Prince can What are the results?"
Song Jingrong narrowed his eyes and stared at the fire: "I found a small patrol camp guard and the clue was broken."
"Then which vassal king does your Highness think it was?"
"There are six vassal kings in Zhongzhou. In addition to my mother's Nangong family, there are also five vassal kings: Xuanyuan, Shangguan, Feng, Liu, and Zhao. The only two vassals left in Shangjing are Liu and Zhao." Song Jingrong frowned, obviously this problem Trickier.
On the surface, the Liu family supports the eldest prince, and the Zhao family supports the eldest prince, but both families are ambitious and want to cultivate puppets.
Now that Feng Qingge had just been named the Crown Princess by Emperor Song Ming, she was like a piece of fat. The families that were originally hostile to Feng Qingge had already regarded Feng Qingge as a target to win over.
When it comes to suspicion, every feudal king has suspicion, but the biggest one is Feng Wang.
Although Feng Wang is not in Shangjing, he still has influence in Shangjing. It couldn't be easier to do something like this.
Seeing that Song Jingrong didn't speak for a long time, Leng Wushuang took the lead and said, "It must be the Wind King."
Song Jingrong nodded and did not deny it.
Emperor Ming of the Song Dynasty had always wanted to cut down the vassal vassal, but could not find an excuse for a long time.
If we can find a breakthrough, we can also find a reason to cut down the feudal clan.
But one bad thing is that a single move can affect the whole body.
"General Leng, you are not in Shangjing, but you know the situation in Shangjing very well." Song Jingrong looked at Leng Wushuang with burning eyes.
"As a member of Zhongzhou, it's hard for Wushuang not to care about national affairs." Leng Wushuang's eyes were blazing.
As Emperor Song Ming said, Leng Wushuang was indeed a rare general, but Song Jingrong would never be able to give up Feng Qingge to him like this.
He simply said: "General Leng, if Qing Ge has no intention of staying with me in three years, I am willing to let her go."
Leng Wushuang confidently said to Song Jingrong: "Then thank you, His Highness the Third Prince, for your support."
Compared with Leng Wushuang's confidence and calmness, Song Jingrong really has no confidence.
After getting along for a long time, the two people adhered to the superior-subordinate relationship without any transgression.
In other words, Feng Qingge did not do anything to him.
