Zheng Ji stopped Du Fengju and said with a smile: "Xuanling Du, are you the youngest son of Taifu Du?"
She appeared suddenly and her tone was so unceremonious, it seemed like she was coming with bad intentions.
However, her appearance is extremely beautiful, and her eyes are full of smiles, which makes people think that she has no malicious intentions.
At least, that's what the person she stopped thought.
The man in Tsing Yi blinked, a faint doubt rising in Ruifeng's eyes, but not angry.
"I am none other than Du Fengju. What are you doing to stop me?" He said as he looked at her.
His gaze slowly downwards fell on the bronze talisman hanging around Zheng Ji's waist.
Bronze tiger-shaped, roaring, only half.
He had very good eyesight and saw the three inscriptions "Long Ding Rate" engraved on it.
Today, he had given Princess Changding two chances. He had heard his father talk about this matter countless times in the palace, and he had also heard his father reprimand the emperor for being stupid countless times.
But he felt that this was not stupid.
Parents who love their children must be considerate of them. Since the emperor is the Son of Heaven, as a father, he will naturally give more to his children.
Four thousand soldiers at two rates is not too much.
But...now she saw the tiger talisman, which was worth inestimable value and could command four thousand soldiers, hanging on her waist with a big thorn.
Du Fengju suddenly felt: This is still a bit excessive.
What to do if someone steals it...
However, this was not something he should worry about. He didn't understand why Zheng Ji fell silent, so he opened his lips and called: "Changding... Your Highness?"
The word "Your Highness" came out of his mouth, seemingly in a roundabout way, with an unspeakable long meaning.
This made Zheng Ji's heart tremble.
Her hanging fingers moved, raised slightly, and then suddenly lowered them.
No one knew how much perseverance it took for her to resist the urge to reach out and touch his face.
Because she was trying to control herself, her face looked a little weird.
It seemed like she was smiling but not smiling, she was happy and angry, and more importantly, there was a flash of greed in her eyes.
It was as if he wanted to tear apart the person in front of him and swallow him into his belly.
The middle-aged servant behind Du Fengju saw this look and couldn't help but take a step forward.
Du Fengju didn't move, but looked up at Zheng Ji, his bright black eyes reflecting her appearance.
He didn't rush, and waited extremely patiently.
Zheng Ji didn't speak, and his eyes always stayed on Du Fengju's face.
The two of them looked at each other, and for some reason, they formed a world of their own, as if no one could get into it.
At this time, Song Zan arrived.
As soon as he arrived, he noticed something strange in the atmosphere, and thought it was caused by the discord between the two people.
After all, everyone knows that Concubine Jiang and Taifu Du dislike each other.
Then, it is normal for Concubine Jiang's daughter to have a dispute with Taifu Du's youngest son.
Otherwise, Zheng Ji would not have immediately ran down from Fengan Tower to stop him after learning that this was Taifu Du's youngest son.
What did Zheng Ji want to do when he stopped people?
No matter what you want to do, it is not suitable in public!
He didn't have time to think too much and said to smooth things over: "Your Highness, Mr. Du, why don't we meet by chance? Why don't we all go to Fengan Tower for tea together?"
Du Fengju looked away from Zheng Ji, nodded to Song Zan and said, "Thank you so much for your kindness. May I ask who you are..."
He can actually guess who this young master is, and you can tell from his familiar attitude towards Princess Changding.
This person should be Song Zan and Song Yuguang, the prince of Anlehou.
He remembered that not long ago, the emperor decreed a marriage between him and Princess Changding, which meant that he was Princess Changding's prospective consort.
Such an identity can indeed smooth things over.
Song Zan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a little unhappy. He still smiled and said: "This is Song Zan from the Anlehou Mansion."
Du Fengju cupped his hands and replied: "It turns out to be Mr. Yuguang. Fengju has just returned to Jingzhao. Please forgive me for my blindness, Mr. Yuguang."
Hearing this, Song Zan felt a little better.
Yes, he almost forgot that Du Fengju has not been in Jingzhao these years, so it is normal for him not to know him.
He said that almost all the children of Jingzhao officials did not know him, Mr. Yuguang.
He subconsciously looked at Zheng Ji, and then his eyebrows became more relaxed.
Zheng Ji's face was obviously a little angry. I guess he was unhappy because Du Fengju couldn't see Taishan, right?
Sure enough, the phoenix needs a pheasant to complement it.
Only an ordinary-looking person like Du Fengju could bring out his handsome face.
In this case, he had to thank Du Fengju.
Little did he know that Zheng Ji was indeed angry, but not because of Du Fengju, but because of him.
Looking at Song Zan who was annoying and unaware of it, Zheng Ji thought bitterly: If Song Zan hadn't appeared, she would have been able to look at Feng Ju like this for a while.
However, the lingering atmosphere disappeared with the arrival of Song Zan.
Zheng Ji closed his eyes and finally came to his senses. He couldn't help but rub his fingers and felt the soft warmth between his fingertips.
I still really want to touch Fengju’s face.
But she knew it was impossible now.
This was the first time she and Fengju met.
First time...
Then she had to leave a deep impression on Feng Ju, preferably one that would never be forgotten.
At this time, another gust of wind blew, and the plum blossom rain fell again.
But this time, it fell on the two of them.
In the rain of flowers, Zheng Ji looked at Du Fengju, quickly approached him, then raised his eyebrows and laughed.
She was already very beautiful, but with this smile, the beauty of her appearance was magnified to the extreme, which was dazzling.
Du Fengju knew that he should retreat, but for some reason, he did not move.
He opened his eyes slightly, and that sentence actually appeared in his mind.
The east wind blows away thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows down the stars like rain.
There is no sentence that fits the scene at hand better than this one, even in broad daylight and in a noisy place.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zheng Ji stretched out his hand and brushed it over his shoulder.
A plum blossom appeared between her slender, white fingers. This was... the plum blossom she had just picked up from Du Fengju's shoulder.
Zheng Ji twirled the plum blossoms with his fingers and looked Du Fengju up and down, his eyes naked and wanton.
The next moment, with everyone watching, she brought the plum blossom to her nose and sniffed it gently.
"It smells so good..." she said drunkenly, her eyes still glued to Du Fengju.
It sounded like she was talking about flowers, but everyone knew who she was really talking about.
Du Fengju, who was teased by her, was not ashamed and angry, but his mood was indescribably subtle.
If I had to express it, it was probably out of curiosity.
He was curious about why Princess Changding intercepted him, curious about how she could pick up flowers so fast, and even more curious... why did she say these things?
After all, he has such an ordinary appearance, and I really can’t think of anything worthy of Princess Changding’s teasing.
Princess Changding doesn't seem to have a brain problem.
He thought about it and finally attributed the reason to the deep grudge between his father and Concubine Jiang.
So much so that even Princess Changding would deliberately make him feel uncomfortable when she saw him on the street.
However, will Princess Changding get any benefit from doing this? Could it be that he is used to doing whatever he wants and doesn't care about anything else?
He still had to think carefully about these issues.
Under such circumstances, he could still think calmly, but that was not the case for others.
