After a long time, King Jing took his eyes back from Feng Zhirong, and said slowly: "This king's people have come to Feng Zhuguo to discuss important matters for a long time, and now they have passed through Feng Mansion and just come to see ......."

dragged a long end note, and said: "But I didn't expect to meet two domineering marquis bullying women and children in the Feng Mansion, so I taught my father a lesson." ”

Baoding Hou listened to this, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Wang, wronged!" ”

And the Marquis of Yongping also changed his face, but he didn't dare to speak because he was afraid of King Jing's character of killing at every turn.

King Jing snorted and didn't say anything. But the middle-aged man standing beside him shouted: "This is what the prince has seen with his own eyes, and he dares to quibble!" ”

Baoding Hou may have taken the wrong medicine, and remembered the grievances suffered by his daughter at the gate of the city that day, so he said: "The prince came late, I only know one and I don't know the other!" The girl of the Feng family spoke disrespectfully and humiliated Ben Hou, Ben Hou ...... The minister is just a lecture, not a bully. ”

Feng Zhirong lowered her head slightly, and quietly rolled her eyes with a rebellious attitude, but she didn't want to be seen by King Jing. "Little girl, what do you want to say?"

Wu Zizi sighed in his heart, although Feng Zhirong didn't expect her eyes to be caught, she didn't want to cause more trouble, so she had to spread her hands and said, "There is nothing to say." ”

The Marquis of Baoding was happy to see the hunt, and the pain on the back of his thigh was also numb, although his body was still bowing to the ground, he was also happy and said: "Lord Wang, the yellow-haired girl has also confessed!" ”

"Yes?"

Feng Zhirong replied: "Yes! Yes? ”

I saw King Jing hook the corners of his mouth and said, "Girl, what do you want to say, this king will let you say it." ”

Feng Zhirong smiled slightly, saluted King Jing, and said: "What the courtiers want to say is not long...... "turned around, faced the Marquis of Baoding who bowed to the ground, blessed the body and said: "The ability of the Hou Ye to open his eyes and say nonsense is really beyond the reach of Zi Rong, Zi Rong is young, he has only eaten ink for a few years, and he is not as good as the Hou Ye's belly full of black water. ”

Seeing that he was ridiculed in public, the Marquis of Baoding was also furious at the moment, and he didn't care that he was injured, and his slightly blessed body bounced up like a fish and pointed at Feng Zhirong and said: "Bold!" See how your parents raised you! ”

Zhou Youshao and Feng Zhengdao, who were still in the court, were scolded by this sentence, Zhou Youshao was unhappy, glanced at Feng Zhirong again, and said straightly: "The little girl is still a little girl, the child speaks more straightforwardly, Hou Ye is the age that can be the child's grandfather, why do you have to worry about this child all the time?" Zhou Youshao said that Feng Zhirong spoke straight, and he also said the truth on behalf of Feng Zhirong.

The Marquis of Baoding glared at Zhou Youshao, and pointed his finger at Zhou Youshao and said, "Slut!" Ben Hou spoke, where did you interject! ”

Zhou Youshao's face turned pale after being scolded, and Feng Zhirong no longer pretended at this time, but just glanced back at King Jing and cast an apologetic look before turning around and saying: "It's not right for the Hou Ye to say that, the prince only let me speak, and I just finished speaking, and I haven't returned to the prince yet!" Does that count as an interjection? "These words can be regarded as a blatant fox in front of King Jing, the tiger.

Hearing Feng Zhirong mention King Jing, the Marquis of Baoding was stunned, and then looked at the appearance of King Jing's face, and was shocked, so he hurriedly bowed to the ground: "Lord Wang, the lower official is indeed out of order!" But the lower official is the second-class marquis of the imperial court, and the Miss Feng family has no title and no title, and she is a junior, so she shouldn't be disrespectful! ”

King Jing hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "The Marquis of Baoding is right......"

Baoding Hou didn't dare to be too happy this time, but his back was cold for no reason.

Sure enough, King Jing's next sentence made him feel cold: "The title of Marquis of Baoding is hereditary, and it should indeed be respected...... But when the imperial court gave you such a position as an ancestor, it didn't originally want his descendants to bully others, didn't it? ”

"Don't dare!" Baoding Hou gritted his teeth and pressed his forehead tightly to the ground.

"That's it!" King Jing got up suddenly, and said to Zhou Youshao: "Mrs. Feng can play chess?" ”

Zhou Youshao didn't know why King Jing had such a question, but replied respectfully: "The courtiers are not good at chess, but they only know a little about fur. ”

King Jing nodded, and said to Wang Chunqian: "What about you?" ”

Wang Chunqian said respectfully: "The same is true for women. ”

"Okay." King Jing hooked the corners of his mouth and said to the man behind him: "Let people bring the chess, you watch the two of them leisurely play a few games of chess, and by the way, staring at these people kneeling, it can be regarded as making amends to others." ”

The middle-aged man behind King Jing said, "Obey." ”

Zhou Youshao pursed his lips, and asked Bai Ze and Bai Ya, who were waiting on the edge of the hall, to get chess.

At this time, Feng Zhirong watched King Najing slowly put away the whip and tie it around his waist, and then looked at him and said to himself: "Girl, where is your grandfather?" Between the words, I didn't see the arrogance of the Marquis of Baoding, but it was a little more kind.

Feng Zhirong replied: "Before the courtiers came to the hall, my grandfather was leading the guests into the study, saying that they wanted to talk. She didn't tell the identity of the guest, not because she wanted to hide it, but because she didn't want to spread the matter to the ears of Yongding and Baoping.

King Jing nodded and said, "Lead the way." ”

Feng Zhirong said "yes", looked at Zhou Youshao again, and sure enough, she ushered in a worried look, and Feng Zhirong just nodded to her mother, cast a reassuring look, and then saluted King Jing again, and waved her hand to the exit of the hall and said, "Lord Wang, please." ”

King Jing didn't say anything more, just walked out of the hall.

The scolding in Baodinghou's heart has long been tossed to the sky, and Yongping Hou, who is also kneeling aside, has scolded Baodinghou thousands of times. But the slander of the two only dared to rot in their stomachs, for fear that King Jing would be unhappy and whip the two of them again, so it was not only the word "no face" that could be revealed.

After walking out of the reception hall, if you don't pass through the inner house where the Feng family lives and don't disturb the rest of the family to go to Feng Xu's study, you need to go around to the cloister next to the main house.

Feng Zhirong originally let King Jing walk in front according to the etiquette, but after walking a few steps, King Jing stopped and said, "Aren't you leading the way?" ”

Feng Zhirong only felt aggrieved and said, "This is not in line with etiquette." ”

King Jing hooked the corners of his mouth, and the little Feng Zhirong looked up, only to think that the expression that seemed to be smiling was very good-looking. "You are at home, and the king is a guest, so it should be courteous."

Feng Zhirong only felt that she was awkward, and then frowned and thought hard, and said, "Otherwise, can the courtiers walk next to the prince?" It's hard for others to say anything when they see it? ”

"Yes."

With permission, Feng Zhirong finally let go of some scruples, smiled at King Jing again, and began to walk. "The brothers are preparing for scientific examinations at home, and there are many female dependents in the inner house, so the prince has to go around the corridor next to him with his courtiers."

King Jing replied lightly and did not speak again.

Feng Zhirong was not a talkative person in the first place, and she felt very comfortable walking beside this King Jing for no reason, so she also enjoyed this feeling of tranquility very much.

The cloister is lined with simple garden landscaping along the side, and the landscape is full of greenery.

Feng Zhirong is young, small, and her legs and feet are naturally no better than adults, although walking with King Jing is pleasant, she also has to try her best to walk a little faster than usual in a normal walking posture to avoid slowing down King Jing's pace and making him uncomfortable.

And King Jing also seemed to find out this little girl's thoughts, but he didn't break it, just quietly observed the child's appearance from top to bottom.

Feng Zhirong is almost ten years old, and she is indeed still a child, but her bright and fearless big eyes, small and delicate face and facial features can all show that she will definitely be a beauty when she grows up.

As the son of the emperor of the current dynasty, King Jing has seen many beautiful women who are fat and thin, but none of them can enter his eyes. After all, those delicate women could not stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

As the person who can stop the night cry of the silver armor army, his exploits and his bloody body have long been avoided, and over the years, the only people left behind by him have long been those brothers in the army who have suffered with him, as well as a very small number of courtiers and siblings.

However, what made him helpless was that even among his siblings, there were still many people who had scruples about their own blood—even if they were born from the same father and were half of the blood in their bodies, they always showed worry and alienation on their faces.

Today, Feng Zhirong, a little baby under the age of ten, looked at him fearlessly, but he was inspired—it was not pure curiosity, nor was it obsession with his eyebrows, which even his mother praised, but a deeper, deeper inquiry.

King Jing couldn't pick out the right adjectives to describe that feeling for a while, and he couldn't specifically describe the feeling of Feng Zhirong looking into his eyes.

Sweeping away the blood on the surface, cutting away the anger on the cover, and setting aside the innate pride, Feng Zhirong's bright and clear eyes seemed to look into the depths of his heart, and even that gaze could etch his soul.

Is that a little girl under the age of ten able to see through?

King Jing didn't understand for a while.

Maybe it was his own delusion, but King Jing had already deeply understood at that moment that the coming days were long.