"Xiang'er ....." saw the girl who came directly, Feng Hengzhong's eyebrows were deep, and his cloudy eyes were indescribable.

"King Heng's gift, the general's mansion has accepted it." Walking to his father's side, Feng Yan nodded to his father secretly, and then said to Steward Wu outside the door: "Uncle Wu, go and call Yue Rong." ”

"Yes!" After that, Steward Wu outside the door ran towards the backyard.

"Hehehe.... General Feng really deserves to be my Xuantian female general. Uncle Yiheng turned his eyes to look at the seal on the right position, and said with a smile: "The style of action is really refreshing." ”

As long as Feng Yan accepts his gift, then the next step is .....

The Qixi Imperial Banquet is about to begin.....

"King Heng has won the prize." After Feng Yan said politely, he turned around and stroked Feng Hengzhong on the side, "Father, you sit first." ”

"This gift cannot be accepted!" Following Feng Yan's support, Feng Hengzhong frowned, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "If you accept this gift..."

Hearing this, Feng Yan stroked his father and sat down slowly, quietly patted his father's arm, and didn't say anything, but gave his father a reassuring look.

Indeed, this gift cannot be accepted.

But this gift has already entered the General's Mansion, if she doesn't want to openly tear her face with Uncle Yiheng at this time, she must accept it!

At this moment, although she didn't know what her uncle Yiheng's intention was to force them to accept gifts.

But she will never let this matter tarnish the reputation of her father and the general's mansion!

Rejection on the surface is not successful.....

Let's do something different!

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After about a stick of incense, Steward Wu finally appeared in front of the door with Yue Rong in a hurry.

"The last general will see King Ze, King Heng." Entering the door, Yue Rong took the lead in bowing his head and bowed to Uncle Mo Ze and Uncle Yi Heng. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yan in front of him, "General." ”

"You and Steward Wu ordered some of the belongings sent by King Heng." Feng Yan lifted his chin towards the two large boxes outside the door.

"Yes." Hearing this, Yue Rong didn't ask anything, answered, and exited the door.

Looking at this, the two princes in the hall couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

After a while, Uncle Yiheng finally couldn't hold back, and still asked Feng Yu: "I don't know ...... General Feng is"

"It's a small gift from the prince." Feng Yan rolled his eyes and smiled at Uncle Yiheng.

"Counting?" Uncle Yiheng frowned.

Count in front of the giver.....

This is something that no one who knows etiquette would do, right?!

"yes." Feng Yan smiled and replied very innocently. Then he turned his head to look at Uncle Mo Ze, who was playing with the handle of the fan on the side, "King Ze." ”

"Huh?" Listening to the sound, Uncle Mo Ze swiped his fingertips, and the closed folding fan in his hand was brushed open. When he raised his eyes to look at Feng Yan, Uncle Mo Ze still had a sandalwood folding fan in his hand.

"....." couldn't bear to twitch several times out of the corner of his eyes for someone's such a "sassy/bag" behavior, even if he was accustomed to it.

After a pause, Feng Yan continued: "It seems that it is almost July and August. ”

"Yes." Uncle Mo Ze fanned his fan and said with his chin bowed: "The natural disasters over there in Sichuan and Huai and Juyu are coming again. ”

In fact, when Feng Yan received the gift, even he didn't know what this woman was going to do.

But later, I saw that she actually asked Yue Rong to start counting the gifts and belongings in front of Uncle Yiheng.

Then add this time to ask.....

He just understood what this woman wanted to do.