As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the Emperor of Western Chu on the opposite side suddenly sank, his gaze was like a torch, staring at Sheng Zhiyao deadly.

Feng Yuanchen also noticed the abnormality, and frowned, "His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Prince Xichu smiled and let go of Sheng Zhiyao's hand: "Since the county lord of Yongchen doesn't want to learn, this prince won't force it. It's just a pity that the hand of the county lord of Yongchen is ...... Tsk, it's really beautiful."

"His Royal Highness Prince Xie compliments!" Sheng Zhiyao didn't smile at the meat.

"Come on, change the sake for the Lord of Yongchen to moisten his throat." Chinese Net

Sheng Zhiyao took a sip of the wine glass, and the spicy liquor flowed down her throat into her stomach, choking her on the cough.

When the prince of Xichu saw it, he stretched out his hand and handed over a handkerchief, but Sheng Zhiyao did not take it, but directly wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Thank you for your kindness!" After speaking, he turned his head to look at Feng Yuanchen beside him, and Feng Yuanchen also took out a tissue unhurriedly and handed it to Sheng Zhiyao.

"What is this? It's so white and flawless, and there's a little bit of print on it." Prince Ziyu asked suspiciously.

Feng Yuanchen smiled faintly and said, "This thing is called a tissue, you can use it to wipe your mouth, your hands, and even the stains on your face. If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is interested, the king will let his maidservants present it."

After speaking, Feng Yuanchen instructed Mei'er Zhu'er to go to the carriage to get tissues.

Prince Ziyu's eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness, and then he showed a look of surprise: "That's very good! I'm sorry for you!"

Mei'er and Zhu'er brought up the box full of tissues and placed it on the table.

Sheng Zhiyao glanced at Prince Ziyu and snorted coldly in his heart.

Bumpkin!

Sheng Zhiyao opened the tissue, dipped her fingertips in some tea, and then wiped her hands.

Suddenly, the sticky marks that had been caused by eating some preserved fruits disappeared, and the skin became pink and smooth.

Prince Ziyu's eyes lit up.

"Good! It's a good thing!" He praised it, but his eyes inadvertently swept over Feng Yuanchen.

Feng Yuanchen was still smiling and sitting in his position, his posture was lazy and leisurely, as if he didn't put Prince Ziyu in his eyes at all.

Prince Ziyu secretly hated in his heart.

It felt like a punch into a pile of cotton, useless.

"Brother Prince, isn't it just such a thing, why do you be so surprised? No matter how you say it, our Xichu is no worse than Shang Zhou!"

Prince Ziyu came back to his senses, looked at Zi Lang and shook his head: "Xichu is indeed rich, but this tissue is really a rare thing, at least I have never seen it."

"Is there anything that the prince's brother hasn't seen before?" Zilang was surprised.

Prince Ziyu sighed lightly, looking at Sheng Zhiyao with a gentle smile: "This prince is really fortunate to have three lives! The county lord of Yongchen still has such strange things, I don't know where the county lord got them?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an overreputation, it's just some ordinary things!" Sheng Zhiyao replied nonchalantly.

Prince Ziyu smiled, his passion for tissues far exceeded anything else.

Sheng Zhiyao wanted to laugh a little, lowered his head and said to Feng Yuanchen next to him, "Yuanchen, aren't they going to propose a competition? If we don't compete, let's go!"

"Okay." Feng Yuanchen answered and stood up.

He and Sheng Zhiyao looked at each other and smiled, very tacit.

Prince Ziyu frowned, and suddenly said, "Eh, what's wrong with the two of you?"

Sheng Zhiyao and Feng Yuanchen looked at Prince Ziyu together, and Feng Yuanchen asked with a smile, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not early, we are ready to leave for Shangzhou tomorrow, so it's time to leave!"

Hearing this, Prince Ziyu showed a trace of regret on his face: "It seems that this dust washing has become a send-off banquet!" All right! We will not keep you any longer. However, I'll visit in person another day. When the time comes, please be sure to appreciate the light of the Lord of Yongchen."

"As it should be." Feng Yuanchen replied cheerfully.

Zilang leaned over and muttered in his ear, "Just let them go?"

"Or else?"

"Look at me." Zilang winked at him and smiled slyly.

Feng Yuanchen glanced at them, and quietly prepared to leave with Sheng Zhiyao and Grandpa Ding.

"Wait!" Zilang suddenly jumped in front of the two of them to block the way.

"What?" Feng Yuanchen's eyes glanced at him coldly, and his tone was full of vigilance and murderous aura.

Zilang was not afraid, but smiled provocatively, raised his neck and said, "Today is the dust washing banquet prepared by my father for you, and this princess should entertain you well."

When Feng Yuanchen heard this, his eyes instantly narrowed dangerously.

Sheng Zhiyao couldn't help but tug at him and signaled him not to mess around.

It's a pity that Zilang has already seen Sheng Zhiyao's small movements, and he is even more unscrupulous: "Look at you, you are drunk, and you are not allowed to go anywhere. Stay here quietly until the sobering soup is ready, and then you can leave."

"Princess Zilang, we didn't drink a glass of wine, we just drank tea from beginning to end." Sheng Zhiyao's face sank.

Zilang looked at her with a smile: "Have you drunk it or not, anyway, you just stay here!"

"Heh, what are you? Dare to command me!" Sheng Zhiyao laughed angrily, "I see who dares to stop it!"

Zi Lang sneered disdainfully, looked at Feng Yuanchen and Grandpa Ding and said, "See? This is your county lord of Shangzhou, and those who don't know still think it's a market shrew!"

"You—"

As soon as Sheng Zhiyao said a word, Grandpa Ding covered his mouth and hurriedly glanced at him.

Sheng Zhiyao glared at Grandpa Ding angrily.

Grandpa Ding gave her a reassuring look, and said in a low voice, "Don't be impulsive! This girl is a ghost!"

Sheng Zhiyao gritted her teeth and stared at Zilang, and finally endured it unwillingly.

Zi Lang was triumphant, Chong Sheng Zhiyao grimaced, and then turned to leave.

Sheng Zhiyao grabbed Grandpa Ding and almost crushed his arm.

"What are you doing? It hurts!" Grandpa Ding gasped in pain.

Sheng Zhiyao raised his head and stared at him viciously: "Grandpa Ding, you are not kind, she won't let us go, you still don't say anything?"

Grandpa Ding rolled his eyes: "Does the sound work?"

"You! Didn't you still scold the Emperor of Western Chu for being an old turtle? Why are you cowardly now?" Sheng Zhiyao was angry.

Grandpa Ding smiled bitterly, "Do you think he's so annoying? Don't you notice that he looks at you intimidatingly?"

Although Grandpa Ding is old and not bold enough, he has lived for hundreds of years, and he naturally has the ability to observe words and feelings.

He was keenly aware that the prince of Shang Zhou did not seem to simply like or admire Sheng Zhiyao, and the old turtle's eyes were also not simple.

He was worried that he would intervene rashly and set himself on fire.

"You two are really quick to change hexagrams! How is it completely different from what was said at the inn?"

"It's not like the plan can't keep up with the change!" Grandpa Ding touched his beard and said sneeringly.