Feng's frantic words pierced the heart of the Wing City Lord like a knife, causing her to be tortured.

The hair in her heart for no reason is obviously just a straw bale girl.

She treated her well enough to give her face, and she dared to treat her like this!

At this time, the city lord of Yicheng had already put on her middle clothes, and she still had sand on her body.

She raised her head and glared at Feng Qing furiously: "Her Royal Highness is so presumptuous in my Wing City City Lord's Mansion!" ”

You know, strong dragons don't crush the head snake.

As the city lord of Yicheng, this is her territory, if she dares to treat her like this, isn't she afraid that she won't be able to get out of Yicheng?

Feng Qingfang heard the threatening words of the Wing City City Lord, and looked at the Wing City City Lord's face full of anger.

She actually thought it was funny, she was afraid that she hadn't figured out the situation yet.

Feng Qing frantically raised his knife and slashed the table next to the city lord of Wing City in half.

She raised her eyebrows and looked at the city of Yicheng, with a little coldness in her eyes.

"What is the lord of the castle talking about? Well? ”

Her knife kept approaching, and it had already reached the neck of the Wing City Lord.

The city lord of Yicheng looked at a few servants in the house with a look of help, which were all her nursing homes.

But unexpectedly, the servants avoided her gaze when they saw her.

A few even turned around.

She cursed a few words in her heart, and then sat on the ground and kept retreating.

Those servants also had bitterness and could not speak.

They had seen Feng Qing kill people just now, and now they saw her slashing the table.

This table is so thick that it can be split in half in just one moment, which only a person with deep internal strength can do.

Their meager internal strength is not enough to see in front of Her Royal Highness.

Where will he die for the lord of the city?

The city lord of Yicheng had no way to retreat, and was pushed to the corner, and her face turned a little whiter.

"Your Royal Highness, the lowly position is a joke with the Highness the Lady, how can the lowly position be dissincere to Her Highness?"

The castle lord smiled, trying to accommodate his neck.

"Oh? Is it? In that case, you must be obedient too? ”

Feng Qingfang's words made the Wing City City Lord pause.

But she didn't pause for long, feeling the faint pain in her neck, she nodded hurriedly.

The knife sliced through the skin of the Wing City Lord, though only a faint opening was visible.

But this was enough to make the pampered lord of the city compromise.

"I heard that you have prepared excellent rice for the people of Yicheng, in that case, why don't you taste it first?"

Feng said lightly, glancing at the servants with a smile.

They hurriedly carried the sack over and put it at Feng Qingfang's feet.

There was a cut on each sack that was cut by Feng Qingfang with a knife, and at this time, the city lord also knew that he couldn't hide the matter and wanted to explain.

But Feng Qingfang didn't want to hear it.

Feng Qingfang found a cup that had not been broken from near the split table.

She crouched down and filled the sack with sand with her cup and handed it to the Wing City Lord.

"Her Royal Highness...... This ......"

The city lord of Yicheng was a little hesitant, and his face was full of embarrassment.

"Catch!"

Feng Qing snorted coldly from her, not caring at all about the face of the Wing City City Lord.

"The good rice prepared by the city lord, the city lord will taste it first!"

The city lord of Wing City held the cup and looked at the sand inside with a look of embarrassment.

Feng took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, and took the knife against the city lord of Yicheng again.

"Eat...... How? Do you want Lone to feed you? ”

Feng looked at the city lord of Yicheng frantically, as if he was smiling.

In the heart of the city lord of Yicheng, he was very afraid of Feng's light smile, and felt the knife slide on his neck.

As if it would cut her neck in the next second, she shuddered.

Under Feng's smiling eyes, he trembled and grabbed the sand with his hand and sent it to his mouth.

"Ahem, ahem...... Ahem......"

The sand got into my mouth, I couldn't swallow it at all, and this thing couldn't be swallowed in the first place.

Feng watched as the Wing City Lord coughed up the sand and hooked his lips.

"One by one, they don't know how to fetch a pot of water? Didn't you see your lord choked? ”

When those entourages heard Feng's words, they hurriedly ran out, and the others wanted to go out, and they didn't want to stay with Her Royal Highness at all.

But the man was closest to the door, and after she went out, she closed the door, and the others didn't have the courage to go out in front of Feng Qingfang.

The man returned in a few moments, carrying a jug of water and a new set of tea sets.

Feng looked at the pot of water still steaming, and glanced at the servant with satisfaction.

This servant was also stupid, because he was afraid that he would be beaten if he went back late, so he directly filled the boiling water.

I didn't even think about asking for help, and I was really scared.

"Come, fill it up for the city lord, let the city lord take a sip of good rice and a mouthful of water, and let her eat more comfortably!"

The city lord of Yicheng looked at the steaming water in the teacup and his eyes widened.

Does Her Royal Highness want to play with her?

"What? Lord of the city, do you think that the good water that Lone people fetch is not worthy of your good rice? ”

Feng smiled slightly and pulled a smile.

None of the people present felt that Her Royal Highness was happy.

They even slowed down their breathing, for fear that Feng Qing would anger them.

The city lord of Yicheng laughed a few times, and there was still sand in her mouth, and she didn't dare to spit it out again.

"Your Royal Highness, the lowly position suddenly feels that this rice is not good, and the lowly position has better rice for the people!"

Feng Qingfang sighed as he listened to the words of the Yicheng City Lord, with a bit of doubt on his face: "Better rice? This is what His Majesty brought over for disaster relief plus the city lord? Is there so much better for the lord of the castle? ”

The city lord of Yicheng was strangely silent for a moment, she was really reluctant!

Asking her to return the disaster relief was already the biggest concession she had made, and Feng Qingfang was still thinking about the food she had accumulated for many years.

"Hey...... If there is no better one, the rice that the lord of the castle thinks is delicious will do...... Lord Castle, do you think it's feasible? ”

Feng looked at the Wing City Lord on the ground and said in a calm tone.

The city lord of Yicheng knew that Feng Qingfang was serious.

If she says no, Feng Qingyan will let her eat all these sacks of sand.

She shook her head, gritted her teeth, and was ruthless: "Your Royal Highness, there is a better place to be humble!" ”

Feng Qing listened to the words of the city lord of Wing City, and then threw the knife stained with the blood of several people to the ground.

"Since the city lord said so, it's better to choose a day than to hit the day, why don't you open a warehouse and release grain immediately?"

Feng Qing smiled wantonly with his eyebrows and eyes, and said to the city lord of Wing City.

At this time, how could the city lord of Yicheng dare to disagree.

She hurriedly took out the sign in her arms.

It's just that she hasn't taken it yet, so she was taken away by Feng Qingfang.

It's the token of her treasury!

Feng Qingfang took the token into his sleeve in front of the city lord of Yicheng.

She turned around and felt the eyes of the Wing City Lord full of hatred and sorrow.

A wicked smile appeared on Feng Qingfang's face, and she waved her hand.

The bed not far away immediately fell apart and collapsed.

There was silence in the room.

"Lone is not a ...... on purpose"

The city lord of Yicheng swallowed his saliva and smiled busily.

Just a little guts, still want to calculate the loneliness?

Feng Qing lowered his eyes wildly, and there was mockery in his eyes.