"Miss, it's not good, then, the father of the little marquis of Anqing brought someone to the door."

Biyou stepped into the room in a panic.

But the protagonist looked leisurely, nibbling on melon seeds, "Come on, Biyou, what are you doing in a hurry." ”

Finally found the door, and she was worried that she would have to wait a few days.

"Miss, I'm in a hurry for you when you see that you're not in a hurry," Bi You's lowered head suddenly raised, as if she remembered something, and said, "Miss, do you want to steam or skin it alive?" ”

Feng Qi looked like a teachable child, and the little man stood on the chair and touched Bi You's head: "Bi You, you really deserve to be my personal disciple and have learned my essence."

Whew, when will this body grow?

I'm so tired from worrying about my feet.

Being praised by Fengqi, Biyou was very happy, but she still had some doubts: "Miss, everyone is out of the door, why don't we go out and have a look?" ”

Feng Qi jumped off the chair and tidied up his clothes, still looking leisurely: "What's the hurry, didn't Dad go out to block it, and come out when we need to come forward"

Outside the door, the two powerful ministers quarreled.

"Third prince, look at what your daughter has done to my son, even her mother can't recognize it" An Qinghou pointed to a man with crooked melons and cracked dates.

The man covered his face with a very cowardly expression.

His only son was beaten like this, so how could he raise his face up and down the government and the opposition.

He is also a marquis, and he can't afford to lose this face.

"Eh," the third prince, Feng Wulan, exclaimed in surprise, "An Qinghou, when did you have a pig that looks like a human in your house?" ”

Fight well, his daughter fights well.

should be beaten so that his own mother doesn't know, who told this bastard boy to have nothing to do to provoke his daughter.

Even if you sue the emperor Lao Tzu, it's useless.

An Qinghou's face was blue, and his hands trembled violently: "Third prince, although you and the current emperor are brothers, but I am also a marquis, don't you think this makes it very difficult for the emperor to do?" ”

Feng Wulan dared to scold his family, even if he fought for his old life, he would sue the emperor.

But in his heart, he was afraid that it would be like the case of the county lord of Huirong back then, and the emperor was eccentric, so he just hastily dismissed this matter.

"Marquis Anqing also knows that this king and the current emperor are brothers?"

"Then do you know what it is to shout in front of this palace and offend the royal face?" Feng Wulan suddenly became serious, and his aura was full of energy.

An Qinghou's whole face was distorted with anger: "Third prince, you are oppressing people with your identity." ”

"So what," Feng Wulan was a little proud: "Who told you that you don't have the same huge status as this king." ”

Sample, fight with the master, kill you without leaving a piece of armor.

An Qinghou: "......"

It's too shameless, it's too dark.

How can there be such a shameless person in the world.

God created him An Qinghou, so why bother with one more Feng Wulan.

Feng Wulan added shamelessly: "Marquis Anqing, there are a group of wives and concubines in your house, wouldn't it be good to give birth to a few sons with some effort."

"Fortunately, your son didn't touch me, if it were me, I would have slapped him to death, you have become his father in this life, I am ashamed of you"

The irony in the words is obvious, which shows that her daughter didn't want his life, can she be so excited?

It is ironic that the Marquis of Anqing values this son so much when he is old.

"Feng Wulan" An Qinghou yelled: "Your daughter is a treasure, and my son is a root grass!" ”

Feng Wulan pretended to be surprised, and replied without fear of death: "Since you know, I don't know what to say."