Zhang Jin's face turned red, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to pit it. It was indeed Feng Jingyun's subordinates who showed mercy to him, so he had his life. If it was in the past, who dared to be disrespectful to the prince, he directly drew his sword and killed the other party. This time, as a defeated general, he only dutifully drank a word of service.

"I didn't say that it was the prince who had bad breath, so Zhang Guard took a seat for the prince. I think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treats people harshly. The subordinates have opinions about the prince, and they think that the prince's mouth is too smelly. Feng Jingyun said in a cold tone.

"The subordinates will never dare to offend the prince!" Zhang Jin hung his head and broke out in a cold sweat. Secretly thinking that the phoenix is really poisonous. She said this, if the prince was more serious, he would die.

Jun Chenghao stared at Feng Jingyun's indifferent face, she was not afraid of Zhang Jin's warning, she just stood sideways like that, and she didn't even turn around. If Zhang Jin made a move, she reacted sideways, and half a beat slow was a dead word. Is she too confident, or doesn't take Zhang Jin seriously?

Obviously, it's the latter.

He looked at her side, with a straight nose, red and tender cherry lips, fair skin, and watery eyes as bright as obsidian, elegant and pleasant, with an attraction that people couldn't take their eyes off.

Ignoring the scabs on her face and not looking, her silhouette seems beautiful.

And the sores on her face are scabbed, indicating that they are getting better.

Seems like her skin is much whiter than the last time we saw her? It's not that it seems, it's indeed much whiter. Thinking about it, when the prince's mansion saw her, she was as thin as a piece of firewood, and her skin was like charcoal. It's disgusting to look at.

Zaijian, she became less ugly.

This time, her body raised a few taels of meat, although she was still thin, her temperament like Fang Fei seemed to be able to convince everything.

She changed too quickly. It's a pity that the scabs on her face are too big and too deep, and even if they heal, they will definitely leave an ugly scar.

Jun Chenghao waved his hand domineeringly, and Zhang Jin immediately retreated to the side.

"If you want to stay with this palace, you can say it bluntly." Jun Chenghao's eagle-like sharp pupils filled with a touch of charity, "There is no need to deliberately provoke this palace. ”

Feng Jingyun turned around, and his gaze swept over Jun Chenghao in surprise.

He was wearing a luxurious robe for the crown prince, to be exact, those dragon embroideries on the clothes only had four claws. The dragon has five claws, and the reckless has four claws.

The dragon robe can only be worn by the emperor, and the mang robe is worn exclusively by the prince.

The gorgeous reckless robe was worn on his already tall body, which was especially noble and domineering. Coupled with his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his facial features are handsome and severe, and that kind of momentum that is not angry but mighty, ordinary people are afraid that they don't even have the courage to look directly.

It's a pity that in her eyes, he is a stupid pig in a reckless robe.

What did he mean just now that her attitude towards him was deliberately to get his attention?

Feng Jingyun raised his eyebrows, "The prince feels really good about himself. ”

Jun Chenghao snorted coldly, "As long as this palace is willing, the women of the world, who will not flatter this palace?" ”

"I can tell you unequivocally. I didn't even care about you. ”

Jun Chenghao seemed to have heard some joke, "When you were ten years old, you shamelessly sneaked out of the house to see the palace, expressed your love for the palace on the street, and frankly said that you would be a cow and a horse for the palace for the rest of your life, as long as the palace does not stop you, even if you lift shoes for the palace, you are also willing." Have you forgotten? ”

Thinking back to the events of eight years ago, Feng Jingyun's brows furrowed rarely.