.....Hearing this, Uncle Yiheng frowned, and thought about it carefully...... I don't think so.

"Two." Feng Yan continued: "Ben Jiang didn't humiliate the prince. ”

"It's not a shame for you to pawn the things that this king sent to you after counting them in public?!" Uncle Yiheng's eyes were bright and cold.

"Ben has already said it." Feng Yan's eyebrows condensed, and he stared at Uncle Yiheng imposingly, "These things were originally intended to be used for disaster relief. ”

"And! Ben will also report in the name of the prince! ”

"So ......," Feng Yan raised his eyebrows, "Does King Heng still think that he is humiliating you?!" ”

Hear this...... Uncle Yiheng didn't speak again, just stared at Feng Yan for a long time.

Long ...... Feng Yu thought that Uncle Yiheng was going to watch it like this......

Uncle Yiheng suddenly raised his head and laughed: "Hahahahaha...... It really deserves to be my Xuantian general who cares about the people! Laughing at this, Uncle Yiheng violently suppressed his laughter and squinted at Feng Yan: "It's really this king's eyelids are shallow." ”

"Isn't King Heng also concerned about the people of Xuantian?" Feng Yan's expression was still the same, and he was not shocked, "This thing is from King Heng." ”

"Good! Very good! Uncle Yiheng clapped his hands and said, "Feng Xiang...... You're really nice! ”

"King Heng is not bad." Feng Yan lowered his eyes and bowed his head.

She knew that this man had written it down.

But......

What about writing it down?

She wished that this person would make something happen sooner, so that she could get revenge as soon as possible!

"Feng Xiang, you really succeeded in arousing the interest of this king." Speaking of which, Uncle Yiheng once again regained his previous gentleness like jade.

"Huh, huh?" That's really the general's misfortune! Feng Yan sneered on his face, disdainful in his heart.

"When ......"

"Ahem, cough, ahem......" With this, someone who had been silent for a long time finally couldn't sit still! Without waiting for Uncle Yiheng to finish speaking, Uncle Mo Ze covered his lips and coughed: "Cough cough cough ......"

Uncle Yiheng......

How dare you think about this king's people!

"What's wrong?" Feng Yan heard the sound and hurriedly ran to Uncle Mo Ze's side, "But the injury is not yet complete?" ”

"Hey...... Anyway. Uncle Mo Ze shook his fan, "I just suddenly felt a little stuffy in my chest." ”

"Tsk!" Hearing this, Feng Yan frowned, and habitually raised his hand to help Uncle Mo Ze rub his chest, "If the injury is not all healed, you dare to move around at will, do you really think that you are an iron man?" ”

"It's okay...... Uncle Mo Ze hooked his lips and chuckled, "This king also has a gift here, I don't know if General Feng is interested?" ”

"What?" Feng Yan asked casually.

"This." After that, Uncle Mo Ze took out a transparent green jade flute from his cuffs.

"Han Xiangdi?" Looking at this, Feng Yan rubbed the plain hand of a man's chest and couldn't bear it, and said in surprise.

"Yes." Uncle Mo Ze handed Han Xiangdi to Feng Xiang's eyes, "Do you like it?" ”

"Is it really for me?" The continent of two states, the world of four countries, and countless musical instruments, but she and Uncle Mo Ze only love the flute.

In the last life, Uncle Mo Ze never touched the flute again because of the broken arm.

And this Hanxiang flute naturally has no chance to appear.

"Or else?" Uncle Mo Ze shook the green jade flute in his hand, "Do you want to?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Feng Yan took the Hanxiang flute and touched it back and forth in his hand several times.

The Hanxiang flute is said to be made of thousand-year-old cold jade, the flute body is cold all year round, and the flute sound is clear and long, extremely pleasant.