Feng Zhanzhi hurriedly reached out to catch it and held it in his arms. He was unhappy: "If you don't like it, don't throw it away."
Fengqueyi sneered: "You treat such a vulgar thing like a treasure. Don't you feel embarrassed when you discuss business with others?"
Feng Zhanzhi disagreed: "The vulgarity is the elegance. You don't know how to appreciate it."
He got angry, put the fan in the sachet, and said he was going to the palace to meet the saint.
Before leaving, he ordered Feng Er to follow him: "Jingdu is in a bit of chaos right now. Even His Majesty was assassinated. I'd better let Feng Er protect me."
In fact, he is not that afraid of death. The guards around him are all invited martial arts masters. They are definitely no worse than Feng Queyi's people. The reason why he asked Feng Er by name is more because he wants to use Feng Er's mouth to understand the people around Feng Queyi. woman.
"You change your outfit and keep it safe."
Feng Queyi sneered, but also arranged for someone to protect him.
This person is Feng San, and his force value is slightly inferior to Feng Er.
He was very cautious, knowing that Feng Er was simple-minded and could easily be tricked, so he replaced Feng San to protect him.
Feng Zhanzhi listened and had no objection. Feng San was also an honest person.
Anyway, except for him, Feng Queyi, the Feng family are all honest people.
Out of superficial uncle-nephew affection, Feng Queyi personally escorted Feng Zhanzhi out of the palace. He didn't tell him that the emperor had gone to Changzhao Temple, so he just asked him to wait in the palace. He didn't have time to entertain him anyway.
Feng Zhanzhi didn't know what was going on, so he said innocently: "Quie Yi, get ready. When I come back, we uncle and nephew will have a good drink and we won't come back until we get drunk."
Feng Queyi smiled nonchalantly: "Okay."
If only he could come back.
Judging from the emperor's current state of mind after losing his beloved, he would probably try to keep him from getting drunk, right?
Feng Queyi waited for Feng Zhan to get on the carriage before going back.
Feng Yi was counting the boxes of belongings in the main hall.
Feng Yi is the eldest, older than Feng Que Yi. He is nearly 30 years old. He is dressed in white. He is a gentleman and has an outstanding appearance. He is gentle and elegant. He is mature and steady. He is not only good at medicine and martial arts, but also a good housekeeper. A good account.
"A total of sixteen thousand taels of gold, two golden Buddhas, three golden horses, two golden elephants, five gold utensils and twelve other items. Sir, do you still want to send them to the treasury?"
"Send it to the dark palace."
The Dark Palace was the name he gave to the underground prison.
He felt that it was a prosperous underground palace that belonged to him alone.
He is the king of the dark palace.
"yes."
Feng Yi responded and arranged for someone to lift the box and send it to the dark palace.
Feng Queyi went to the dark palace ahead of him. She thought that Feng Er would play with his lancet from afar, but she didn't expect that he would give the knife to Sang Ning to play with.
Damn it!
He was worried about Sang Ning's safety, and he would be confused if he cared about her for a moment, so he yelled: "Feng Er, what are you doing?"
Not only did he give Sanning dangerous goods, he also sat by the bed, talking and laughing with her. How could this be unreasonable!
Feng Er was still very angry when he saw Feng Queyi coming back. He stood up immediately with a nervous and uneasy look on his face, not knowing what he had done wrong.
"grown ups?"
His eyes were blank, he was really dull.
Sang Ning had a pleasant conversation with him, or in other words, she could have a pleasant conversation with any handsome guy. She couldn't bear the handsome guy being scolded by Feng Queyi, so she said, "What are you yelling at? It's so noisy!"
She finally coaxed Feng Er to show her the knife, but she still hadn't had enough of the cold feel.
Feng Queyi had already hurried to the bed, stretched out her hand towards Sang Ning, and said solemnly: "Give me the knife."
Sang Ning had died once before, and now he was chatting happily with the handsome guy. He really had no intention of dying, so he obeyed him very obediently.
As a result, Feng Queyi took the knife, turned around and slashed Feng Er's arm.
The lancet, which was as sharp as clay, slashed across Feng Er's left arm, leaving a deep blood mark immediately. The blood gurgled out, turning red and black due to the turbulence.
Sanning was dazzled by the sight and was even angrier than Feng Er himself: "What are you doing?"
He hurt someone in front of her, and it was still the knife he took from her hand, but it seemed like she had harmed someone.
Still a handsome guy.
Damn it, it hurts the handsome guy, it hurts her heart, it really hurts her to death.
Feng Er was also confused. However, even if he was scratched and the wound was extremely painful, he did not show any displeasure. On the contrary, he bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, please calm down."
Feng Queyi didn't calm down and asked him with a cold face: "Does it hurt?"
Feng Er met Feng Queyi's cold eyes, shook his head and said, "Sir, please calm down, it won't hurt."
He wasn't afraid of pain, but I just didn't understand why he got angry. He was obviously the least likely person to get angry.
Feng Queyi asked again with cold eyes: "Do you know why I did this?"
"I don't know."
"Go down and reflect."
"yes."
Feng Er went down with a submissive look on his face.
He was still confused, and his confused expression made Sang Ning feel unbearable.
Sang Ning felt that Feng Er was very similar to Chen Jin. They were very stupid and loyal people. Of course, Chen Jin was only stupid and loyal when it came to being loyal to the emperor. He also had many scheming ideas elsewhere, while Feng Er was stupid in everything. He's just a dull, rough guy, unique in his stupidity, and it's also very annoying.
When people who are not enlightened become enlightened, what kind of style is it that makes people imagine it wildly? How attractive?
Unfortunately, in Feng Queyi's hands, her room for performance was severely restricted.
Feng Queyi seemed to have noticed her flirtatiousness, pinching her chin with a sharp look: "Don't mess with my people! Sang Ning, I am not He Lanyin, let you attract bees and butterflies! I am not willing to kill you, Then kill the person you like! You can try it!"
"Snapped!"
Faced with his threat, Sanning slapped him without hesitation.
I hate him so much!
If it weren't for her poor health, she would really want to beat him to death!
She is obviously not a violent person!
It was all his fault for arousing the riot factor in her body.
"Sang Ning!"
Feng Queyi was caught off guard and received a slap in the face. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Then, he punched her side heavily.
His elegance, his restraint, and his unfailing indifference with an unchanging expression and a heartbeat were all shattered to pieces by her slap in front of her.
Seeing that he was angry, Sang Ning slapped him decisively and gave him a sweet date. Instead, he reached out and gently rubbed his face, saying softly: "Can't you please be more pleasant? I have a bad temper, and you are still with me. Do you have a masochistic tendency when you are trying to fight evil in front of others? Feng Queyi, learn from Feng Runsheng and kneel down and call sister, and she will give you her heart. Don’t you want your sister’s sincerity the most? "
Fengqueyi: "..."
fraud!
Heartless liar!
He frowned, his handsome face tightened, and his mouth was still tough: "I'm not them! Don't even think about turning me into them!"
He looked down upon the way Feng Runsheng, He Lanyin and others had no bottom line in front of her.
Even though they were so nice to her, wasn't she just playing tricks on them?
She looks weak, but in fact she is like a fierce horse. If she is blindly obedient, she will not be able to control her, but will be despised by her.
Sanning didn't know his mental activities, so after hearing what he said, he took his hand back without saying a word. Humph, she was too gentle! Seeing his attitude, I wouldn't be so kind as to rub his face if I slap him in the future.
Feng Queyi misunderstood and hurriedly dodged.
He thought she was going to hit him again, so he dodged quickly, but in the end, Sang Ning just retracted his hand and straightened his hair.
The scene is very embarrassing.
His handsome face turned red, and his dignity as a man came first. He couldn't accept himself like this: Was he, an eight-foot-tall man, being shadowed by her?
