Feng Qing looked at the two people in front of him eating with a shallow expressionless face, especially Mu Yao, who was eating with a shiny face, and sighed sadly in his heart.

"Who dares to marry you when they see you?"

Mu Yao ate deliciously and didn't have time to pay attention to her.

Zhou Zhi glanced at her, "I'm like this, do you dare to marry?"

Feng Qingqian glanced at this guy and looked like a scum, and shook his head with a sigh: "I can't afford to enjoy this blessing." ”

"You have this blessing. ”

"Are you blessed?"

The two people who were eating spoke at the same time, Feng Qingqian listened to Mu Yao's rhetorical question, and glared at him a little unconvinced, "Am I not worthy?"

Mu Yao: "You don't have any points......

"Match, match!"

Zhou Zhi interrupted Mu Yao's words with a smile, and by the way, he also threw a grateful look at Mu Yao.

Feng Qingqian frowned, how did she feel that she had just been pitted?

"Eh, to," Mu Yao leaned over awkwardly, "I heard that your master is an indifferent and unsmiling person, why haven't you learned a little?"

Zhou Zhi raised his eyebrows and immediately denied it, "No, my master is amiable and not indifferent at all." ”

"You often flirt with other people's young ladies like you?"

Zhou Zhi was a little confused, how could the word flirt be used on him?

"I don't molest people, and neither does our master...... Also, what is the young lady?"

"Poof," Mu Yao raised her eyes full of teasing towards Feng Qing, "The young lady is not a thing, the young lady is just as good-looking as this little lady." ”

"Actually, I think this King Ming is really cold, otherwise he has been coming to Jinbei for so long, and he hasn't summoned our family. ”

"Maybe there's something too busy to do. ”

"Are you so anxious to explain for your master?" Seeing Zhou Zhi's words immediately, Feng Qingqian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

“...... Isn't this afraid of superficial misunderstanding?"

"I have no acquaintance with someone, what misunderstanding can there be?" Feng Qingqian disagreed, "But it is still understandable that the superior has his own temper, maybe your prince has some more important plans." ”

The current head of the Feng family is still Feng Xiche, but the stewardship is now in Feng Qingqian's hands.

"......" Zhou Zhi silently picked up the cup and drank a sip of water, pinching the knuckles of the cup a little white, "Don't worry, Lord Wang...... Very good to get along with. ”

"Heh," Mu Yao clasped his hands on his chest and sat diagonally: "As we all know, King Ming is ruthless, ruthless, moody, and easy to get along with? ”

Zhou Zhi took a deep breath, "How could my master ever be like this?"

"It is rumored in the court that King Ming should be angry with himself for a moment and kill his comrades on the battlefield who were still talking the night before;

“......”

The two people who were still teasing Feng Qingqian in the last second were competing against each other at this time, and the atmosphere in the courtyard was a little weird.

Feng Qing said lightly: "Ah Yao, I don't know the original appearance of things, so I won't evaluate it." ”

Mu Yao was silent.

Zhou Zhi looked at Feng Qingqian and hesitated for a long time before asking, "Does Qianqian believe that the prince is not this kind of person?"

"What kind of person?" Feng Qingqian asked lightly, "I have never gotten along with King Ming, how do I know who King Ming is?"

“......”

"If you're done eating, you'll be scattered after eating," Feng Qingqian's mood became bad for no reason.

Mu Yao clapped his hands and left, Zhou Zhi sat for a while, and then got up to leave.

Feng Qingqian returned to the boudoir and lay on the bed in a large shape.

The window was not closed, the warm sunlight shone comfortably on his body, and Feng Qingqian closed his eyes.

In April, the grass grew and the warbler flew, and Feng Qing lay on the grass shallowly, stretching comfortably.

The handsome but indifferent little boy folded a bouquet of blooming cherry blossoms in his hand and walked over.

"Get up," the boy's voice was also cold, and his tone was impatient.

"Why?" Feng Qing's shallow voice was immature, and he still had some milky voice, probably only four or five years old.

The boy was silent for a long time, trying to make his expression look impatient, "Love can't afford it." ”

Then he made a gesture to turn away.

Feng Qing smiled lightly and got up neatly, grabbing the boy's hand, "Ah Chen, why are you angry again? Are you really angry or fake angry? Are you giving me this flower?"

The boy still kept a straight face and hid the flowers in his hands, but the roots of his ears that were slowly reddening couldn't be hidden.

Feng Qingqian snickered in his heart, he was really a twisted guy.

"Are you still talking? Are you really angry?"

The boy thought unhappily, this guy didn't know anything about himself.

"I know you won't be angry with me, you're the best!" Feng Qingqian hugged the boy's hand and swayed from side to side coquettishly.

This fool knew that he was amused by saying these words, and the boy blushed, and the girl's soft flesh was hot against his arm.