"What qualifications do you have to talk about here, who are you!" The palace man looked at Feng Che impatiently.

Feng Che sneered, and his thin lips slowly spit out four words: "King Jing Feng Che." ”

The people in the palace were shocked, King Jing's name was famous, the first gentleman of the former Blue Sea Country, and the only sister of the empress Fengmin!

Suddenly hearing this name, he couldn't speak under nervousness, and it took a long time to comfort himself and say, the current King Jing is not as good as before, and the grace of the prince's title has plummeted.

He is a confidant by Concubine Jin's side, and Concubine Jin is currently a favorite harem and has a prominent background, which is not comparable to a down-and-out prince.

Thinking like this, I was not so nervous in my heart: "The villain has eyes and doesn't know Taishan, and he collided with the prince, and I ask for forgiveness."

However, the people of this palace have indeed made mistakes, and it is better for the prince not to ask about the affairs of the harem. ”

Feng Che sneered a few times, and looked at the palace people led by him contemptuously: "I'm sorry, this king is still in charge today!" ”

The palace person's face was slightly ugly, and he lowered his voice: "The prince has to think about it, don't make a big mistake because of a small loss, for a palace person and a concubine!" ”

"That's right!" Dressed like a fiery red shirt, silver silk like a waterfall, a bronze ancient folding fan between the thin finger bones, and a few traces of coldness in his eyes.

"Pavilion Master?" When did he come......

Shi Wuci bowed slightly to Feng Che and looked at the palace man again, and the bronze ancient folding fan in his hand swung out like lightning, and returned to his hand intact after rotating for a week.

And the palace man's hair was cut off in half in an instant, and after being stunned by this cool folding fan for a few seconds, the palace man finally broke out with a miserable scream: "Ahhhh!!h ”

Looking at the neat short hair of the palace people, Feng Che subconsciously touched his neck.

If there is a slight deviation in the heart path, it will not be hair......

"Isn't it a little too cruel......" Feng Che asked cautiously.

The poem looked at the palace man indifferently: "To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself, this person is the confidant of Concubine Jin, so you can take advantage of this matter to get close to Concubine Jin." ”

Feng Che couldn't help frowning slightly, thought for a while, and vaguely understood a little in his heart.

The palace man who was kneeling was full of sadness: "Thank you to the prince and this prince, but the power of the concubine is really not to be underestimated, it is better to leave as soon as possible to avoid getting into trouble." ”

Feng Che bent down slightly to help him up, and after a closer look, he was very young, but there was a bit of sophistication and maturity on his face that did not fit his age.

"You go back first, don't worry about the rest." Feng Che said softly.

"Thank you, Lord Wang." He was a little timid, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Feng Che.

The palace man who had his hair cut off by Shi Wuci glared at Feng Che viciously: "Let's go!" After speaking, he left with a Ying palace person.

"Concubine Jin, I'm completely offended." Feng Che was a little helpless.

Shi Wuci's expression was flat and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Please have a drink." ”

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The second time I came to the Red Leaf Pavilion, I was still amazed, the trees and flowers outside had not yet opened and only a little bud appeared, but inside the Red Leaf Pavilion was a hundred flowers in full bloom and butterflies were flying.

"The pavilion master is a strange person, and even the place where he lives is so extraordinary." Feng Che stood in the peach forest, looking up at the clusters of pink peach blossoms, and couldn't help but admire from the bottom of his heart.

"If you like it, you can live here, there are still many vacancies in this Red Leaf Pavilion." The poem said lightly, with a shallow warmth in his eyes.