Feng Qingcheng's driving skills are actually very good, and he didn't hurt half a person when he rushed all the way. The carriage went all the way out of the city and happily to the outskirts.

The coachman was very unlucky, he accidentally stepped on the back wall of a flower building while passing through Qinghefang. Unfortunately, there was a Jianghu guest holding a young lady in the wall. When she saw someone jumping on the wall, the young lady suddenly exclaimed. And the charlatan felt that he was going to suffer from some unspeakable hidden disease from now on. Where could he stop, he immediately lifted his pants and picked up the deadbolt and chased after him.

The coachman was entangled and could not get out. As for the attendants of Yun'an and King Qin, they were stopped by the complicated traffic situation in Bianliang.

In the heavy snow, the outskirts of the city were empty, and there was no living thing except for the two men and horses.

Feng Qingcheng stopped the carriage, leaned back, and muttered in a low voice, "Got rid of it?" ”

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing a slightly pale face, "The one you just kicked off is." ”

With this gentle voice, the pale-faced man reached out and threw the curtain on the roof of the car. There was a small charcoal stove in the middle of the carriage, and the heat came out. Feng Qingcheng didn't get into the car, he was still sitting outside.

The corners of his lips hooked up with a hint of mockery, "The underground gate guards are getting worse and worse now, what are they called secret guards?" ”

King Qin shook his head and said with a smile: "When the secret guards of the underground gate are all good and bad, the good ones will naturally not come to me now." Even Tianmen didn't bother to cast eyeliner on me. ”

His smile was very helpless, but in that helplessness, there was a sense of uncaring ease.

Feng Qingcheng was noncommittal when he heard this, and only said after a moment of silence: "That person has been found, and my aunt's matter is indeed framed." ”

King Qin was silent, and his almost bloodless face was still calm. It's just that the fist he shrunk in his sleeve has clenched the debut green tendons, and there is a continuous gurgling sound between his knuckles.

The cold wind whistled, blowing up a cloud of snow that condensed into a white mist in the air, and then dispersed with the wind in the blink of an eye.

King Qin's gentle and calm voice sounded again, "It's hard for you." You're not having a good time, and you're going to be distracted to check these things up for me. ”

Feng Qingcheng turned his head and looked at him fixedly, "That's my aunt, you are my cousin." ”

King Qin laughed, and the smile reached the bottom of his eyes, and a warm temperature appeared.

At that moment, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the distance. Through the heavy wind and snow, the voice was not clear. However, Feng Qingcheng immediately changed his appearance, and the Qingming in his peach blossom eyes suddenly disappeared, and he was replaced by the previous drunkenness.

King Qin said in a low voice: "After the New Year, you will weaken the crown, and there is no rumor of the will of the lord." ”

Feng Qingcheng also lowered his voice and said, "She spent so much effort to raise me to waste, isn't that why?" - I'm not uncommon with knighthoods. But I don't want to get out of the way and make her happy. ”

After saying that, Feng Qingcheng raised his arm, shook the fox fur on his body and said: "Don't say this bit of wind and snow, even if you wear this thing in the north, it is like three springs." It's not in vain that I hunted so many foxes. ”

"I specially found a master from the north to nitrate this skin. Cousin, you have seen it, how about this technique? ”

"I'll go hunt some foxes again tomorrow and give my cousin one another."

"It's not me who said, cousin, you're a little simpler."

......。

In the wind and snow, the sound of horses' hooves is near. In addition to the entourage of the Qin Wangfu and the coachman with a blue nose and swollen face, there was also a team of Jin Wuwei. When this group of people approached, what they heard was Feng Qingcheng boasting to King Qin about how superb his bow and arrow skills were and how elegant and exquisite his taste was.

Spit! This straw bale knows what kind of elegance.

Jin Wuwei's face was still normal, and those entourages of the Qin Wangfu couldn't help but change their complexions. After everyone saluted and apologized, King Qin's personal attendant actually took care of Feng Qingcheng's identity and immediately stepped forward and pulled down the curtain of the car.

"Lord Wang, you have just been seriously ill, and it is really not suitable to blow the wind."

The words were said to King Qin, but those eyes were staring at Fengqing City. Feng Qingcheng didn't seem to hear the words at all, and bent down into the carriage with a grin.

"The driver is here, cousin, just stop by me for a while."

The little chamberlain's nose was about to tilt into the sky. What do you mean by "a little more by the way"?! Just now, it was the prince's carriage that was snatched by this goods, not by the way, he was better! Moreover, the distance between the Qin Wangfu and the Dingbei Hou Mansion is far away, so it is not a good way at all.

He is the boss is unhappy, but his prince's temper is still so good that people want to cry.

A gentle voice came from the car, "Okay. - Shou Xi sent the prince back to the Hou Mansion first. ”

The little chamberlain had to tilt his nose and say, "Yes." ”

The carriage turned around and headed for the city under the escort of Jin Wuwei. Feng Qingcheng's voice kept ringing in the carriage.

"Cousin, your tea is too unpalatable."

"Cousin, why isn't your charcoal a fairy bone incense?"

"Cousin, your brocade mat is too outdated, Fan Jiu made a set of rabbit skin embroidered brocade mats. I was thinking about changing a set of mats like that, and by the way, I would like to order a set for my cousin. That's what deserves a cousin. ”

......。

In the chatter of Fengqing City, King Qin opened the curtain of the car with his fingers and looked at Jin Wuwei who was guarding on the side, and there was a touch of self-deprecation on his face.

Looking at the bruises on the face of the dark guard of the underground gate, he also knew that he must have caused some trouble, and it was only when he made trouble in the city that Jin Wuwei had to take action. Otherwise, a prince who had long been forgotten by the official family asked his cousin to "borrow" a car on the street, and the Jin Wuwei were willing to turn a blind eye to avoid such a thing.

When the activities of His Royal Highness King Qin were unfolding in his heart, the little chamberlain named Suxi was also carrying out extremely rich activities in his heart.

Fengqingcheng's skin is born well, and his voice is also quite graceful. The voice is as mellow as a spring night wine, and it reveals a few traces of clarity and cleanness. Listening to such a voice is a kind of enjoyment, but the little father-in-law of Suxi is bathed in this beautiful sound at the moment, but he just wants to cry for his prince.

Since the death of the queen mother, the official family has somehow stayed away from the prince. In these years, the days of the prince are not as good as the year, and the day is not as good as the day. It's just that the foreign family can't help, but this Feng Shizi is a pit goods. From time to time, I have to take the prince once. It's just that I'm tired, and every time I meet, there are nine and a half sentences out of ten sentences that poke at the heart of the prince.

In the infinite resentment of the little father-in-law of Suki, the carriage drove back to the city. When passing by the Tianmen Mansion, the little father-in-law of Suxi looked at the majestic building and sighed.

Thinking that Tianmen was investigating the case in Qingfeng Building back then, Feng Shizi came out to stir up the situation. At that time, Master Ming, who was the deputy chief of Tianmen Zuo, immediately made a fat, beat Feng Shizi, and threw him off Qingfeng Tower. That case was handled very beautifully in the end, even if the old lady of the Hou Mansion cried several times with the official family, the official family did not punish Lord Ming.

Since then, wherever Lord Ming appears, Feng Shizi has to retreat.

It's a pity that now Master Ming is injured, and I don't see her go out all day. There are not a few people in the capital who want Master Ming to recuperate from his injuries permanently, but the little father-in-law of Suxi is a clear stream. He sincerely hoped that Master Ming would get better as soon as possible.

It's best to beat this pit again, that's called pleasure.