Feng Qingge sneered and said, "If you can't do some things, you don't have to think about it."
"You!" Zhao Lianchen didn't expect Feng Qingge to speak so bluntly, and Feng Qingge was so angry that he didn't know what to say.
"Prince Zhao, you and I both know that neither the eldest prince nor the second prince is capable of taking charge of Zhongzhou."
"Is that enough for the Third Prince?" Zhao Lianchen sneered.
"Prince Zhao, you still don't believe me."
"It's not impossible to believe you. Why don't you show some sincerity and tell me who the master behind you is!" Zhao Lianchen stared at Feng Qingge with burning eyes.
Feng Qingge curled up her lips and said indifferently, "I am a person without a master. I don't know what Prince Zhao means."
Snapped--!
All the tea sets on the table were brushed to the ground by Zhao Lianchen, and he said angrily: "You dare to play tricks on me?"
"Why is Prince Zhao so angry? If you don't understand some words once, just read them a few times." Feng Qingge said with a smile.
Compared with Feng Qingge's relaxed and comfortable mood, Zhao Lianchen obviously couldn't remain calm and composed.
Feng Qingge's face was already bright and charming, and it looked even more delicate under the sunlight.
Beauty is beautiful, but when Zhao Lianchen listened to Feng Qingge's words that he couldn't understand, he just wanted to tear this beauty to pieces, especially the way Feng Qingge looked at him, which was full of mockery, actually made him feel ashamed. a feeling of.
He has always been the pride of heaven in Yunnan and Guizhou. If he wants any woman to be either naughty or naughty, he will only feel this sense of loss when facing Feng Qingge.
"Miss Qingge, I will forward your words to my father." As soon as he handed over his hand, Zhao Lianchen left.
After seeing them all leaving, Qingshu asked cautiously: "Young Master, are we going to cooperate with King Zhao?"
"Business cooperation is not a cooperation at all." Feng Qingge said.
Seeing that Feng Qingge didn't want to say more, Qing Shu kept silent.
Feng Qingge sat at the table, tapping her hands on the table repeatedly. After a while, she took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."
Qingshu was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Where are you going, young master?"
"Go to Feng's house."
While waiting for the group to arrive at Feng Mansion, Feng Qingge raised her head and glanced at the plaque.
It doesn't look much different from the previous words, just a little more vicissitudes of life.
Feng Nantian was very proud of himself more than ten years ago. He became the number one scholar in high school in his teens and became a second-rank official in his twenties. Everyone felt that Feng Nantian was the most promising to become the prime minister.
But unfortunately more than ten years later, Feng Nantian not only failed to become prime minister, but was also demoted to Yunnan and Guizhou.
When Feng Nantian saw Feng Qingge walking away, he said, "Ge'er is back."
Cuizhu found a chair, and Feng Qingge sat on it. He glanced at Feng Nantian and said, "Father, I really disappoint you. I actually appeared in front of you properly."
Feng Nantian saw Feng Qingge's face full of embarrassment. Facing Feng Qingge, she no longer had the same pride as before. She smiled flatteringly and said, "No matter what Ge'er said, no matter what you do, you are still my daughter."
Feng Qingge smiled, light flowing in her eyes, and said, "Father, am I really your daughter?"
Feng Nantian's pupils trembled as he listened to Feng Qingge's questions, and his voice trembled slightly: "Ge'er, who did you hear this from? Your father is indeed a bit harsh on you, but because of what Ge'er you are? I know in my heart that if it weren’t for you, your mother wouldn’t have had a difficult delivery!”
Feng Qingge raised her eyes and glanced at the blue sky, her thoughts seemed to go back to the day when she was four years old.
That day, she insisted on going to Qingfeng Tower and fell in love with a hot plum blossom cake. Her mother couldn't resist her, so she took her to Qingfeng Tower.
But she didn't want to give birth prematurely, and on that day, her mother had difficulty giving birth.
When her father saw her, he just called her a broom star.
Feng Qingge clapped her hands, all the servants were cleared out, and she casually added something to the incense burner.
After everyone left, Feng Qingge suddenly said: "Did my mother really die due to dystocia? Didn't Emperor Song Ming send someone to kill my mother?"
As soon as Feng Qingge finished speaking, Feng Nantian collapsed on the ground in horror. He shouted like a frightened bird: "Who did you listen to? They are all talking nonsense!"
"Father, you've been covering it up for so many years, aren't you just covering up the truth? My father killed his own child. I wonder if you've been having nightmares every day for so many years?"
"You're talking nonsense, I didn't kill him, it was Emperor Ming of Song Dynasty who killed him! There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor, so why come here to cause trouble for me!" Feng Nantian was talking nonsense as if he was in a nightmare.
Feng Qingge looked at Feng Nantian and narrowed her eyes, her eyes extremely dangerous: "No? Don't you dream about him? He shouts that you killed him every day."
Feng Nantian said in horror: "I didn't! I didn't! It's Emperor Song Ming! It's him!"
His expression was close to madness, and he was looking at the sky on the ground, with his teeth and claws bared.
Feng Qingge glanced at Feng Nantian, turned around, poured a bowl of tea, and extinguished the incense in the stove.
"Little Lord."
Feng Qingge said calmly: "I'm fine. I won't fall until I see the day he dies."
"Young Master, this matter is of great importance. When the Young Master returns to Zhongzhou, we will discuss it in the long term."
"No, let's go back to the inn."
While waiting for Feng Qingge to return to the inn, she saw Aunt Xia with disheveled hair and a domineering face.
I saw her from afar, akimbo, arrogant in the inn.
"You little slaves, let me go see Feng Qingge! I know she is here, let her get out!"
Feng Qingge entered the inn and said sarcastically: "I'm afraid Aunt Xia didn't teach her enough, so she dared to come here and act wild."
At this time, Aunt Xia seemed like she couldn't hold it in any longer: "Why are you pretending to me? Your mother, that bitch, would have been dipped in a pig cage if your father hadn't shown mercy and married her."
Snapped--!
Feng Qingge personally dumped Aunt Xia. She rubbed her hands and snorted: "If you can't shut up, I don't recommend telling you to shut up."
"Bitch, you bitch! You have to die!"
Snapped--!
Cuizhu's strength was so strong that he knocked out a tooth with one slap.
Aunt Xia covered her face and looked at Feng Qingge with disbelief in her eyes. She lay on the ground and pointed at Feng Qingge with a trembling hand: "You bitch, how dare you hit me!"
Cuizhu held Aunt Xia down. No matter how much she bared her teeth and claws, she couldn't move.
Feng Qingge took out a piece of poison and forced it into Aunt Xia's mouth.
Aunt Xia was frightened and wanted to question, but found that she couldn't say a word.
"I originally planned to look for you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door." Feng Qingge pinched Aunt Xia's chin with sharp eyes.
Aunt Xia looked at Feng Qingge with horrified eyes. She regretted what she had done. She should not have come to Feng Qingge for money. Unexpectedly, she was subdued by Feng Qingge before she could threaten Feng Qingge.
"Princess, King Zhao would like to invite you to the mansion to have a talk."
"King Zhao of the Expressway, I only have business matters to discuss with him, nothing else. If you want to talk, just talk here."
