Feng Zhirong's heart jumped inexplicably, thinking that even if Yuzhu and Fang Chun didn't usually speak, someone should not be completely silent when someone came, and this person was probably not from An Xiu Palace, or at least someone who could make them unable to even speak—so naturally they took up their proper demeanor and walked to the door to visit, ready to see Zhao Zhao.

Just watched Yu Zhu and Fang Chun, who had been guarding the door, kneel and bow to the comer, the two did not get up or speak, and the person standing in the middle surprised himself even more - he forgot his proper etiquette.

The man just looked at Feng Zhirong and didn't speak, until Feng Zhirong came back to his senses and wanted to bow down, he took the initiative to speak: "No courtesy." ”

That's King Jing.

Feng Zhirong had already imprinted his face firmly in his mind when he was in Feng's mansion, and he would never forget it. But shouldn't only women be allowed to enter and exit the Anxiu Palace? So why is King Jing here?

Thinking of this, Feng Zhirong came back to her senses and asked, "Why is the prince here?" ”

King Jing's expression didn't show any clues, but he followed Feng Zhirong's words and said: "According to the palace rules, this king really can't appear in the palace for no reason, let alone stay here. ”

Feng Zhirong only felt that her scalp was numb for a while, and she waited for a while and didn't see King Jing reply, so she dared to ask again: "Or does the prince need Zirong's help to come here?" ”

King Jing listened to Feng Zhirong's words, and couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth, revealing a deep smile, which made Feng Zhirong stunned.

King Jing let her look at it like this, and said for a long time: "Why do you think that this king needs your help?" ”

Feng Zhirong's face turned red when she heard this, thinking about what kind of stupid thing she just said? He is a dignified prince of the six princes, a prince of a dynasty, and has won the trust of the emperor, holding the talisman of the silver armor army, one of the two most elite armies in the imperial court, and his ability is very great! How could there be anything that needed his own help, so he said, "Fang Cai...... It was a blind guess by the courtiers. ”

King Jing looked at her and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed in her eyes, and the smile deepened, and he said, "But I guessed correctly." ”

Feng Zhirong was stunned, but she didn't expect that she was still crooked? Then he also took the opportunity to ask: "If the prince has something to ask, the courtiers must know everything." ”

"How do you know if I'm here to ask for a question, or if I'm here to ask for your help?"

Feng Zhirong only felt that she was being tricked, so she also took a deep breath and said again: "The courtiers just entered the Anxiu Palace today, and it will be at least three years before they want to leave the palace." Besides, the courtiers are still young and daughters, so they are not free everywhere, or it is difficult to help...... But if the prince just has something to ask, it is indeed within the power of the courtier. ”

King Jing didn't say anything, but just bowed his head slightly and said: "It's inconvenient for the king to enter your room, so I'll talk outside." ”

As he spoke, Yu Zhu and Fang Chun, who were originally kneeling outside the door, took the initiative to get up and moved two chairs from Feng Zhirong's room and placed them on the porch at the door.

King Jing sat down on his own, and gestured for Feng Zhirong to sit down. At this time, Yuzhu and Fang Chun quietly retreated to the gate of Qiangong Courtyard to guard, and they couldn't hear the content of the conversation between the two left and right.

Feng Zhirong pressed the changes between Yuzhu and Fang Chun to her heart, and then obediently sat in front of King Jing with her hands and legs up, waiting for him to speak.

King Jing looked into her eyes - Feng Zhirong didn't know why, King Jing always liked to look into her eyes, as if he wanted to see something in his own eyes.

Her heart fluttered faintly, not because King Jing's eyes simply made her drunk, but because there was a hot current of uneasiness and guilt flowing in every corner of her body.

She struggled to suppress the feeling—the same thing she'd trained in the mirror for countless days in her previous life.

In any case, people can't see their emotions in their own eyes, and they can't even have the slightest clue.

She was an actress, or rather, she still is.

If she wants people to see things in her words and deeds, and even in her eyes, she must also be something that she is willing to let others see.

She suddenly felt that she was not completely sure of this unfathomable man.

The face of the man in front of him is always faint, and even the corners of his mouth with a smile are hooked, and they are as ethereal as a painting.

Only those eyes.

Yes, those eyes.

It's like a deep pool, carrying many, many stories.

Feng Zhirong then remembered that when she first met King Jing, it was in broad daylight - at that time, she was injured, and she didn't know who the other party was, only that she could barely open her eyes because of the sun hanging high, and that cold but murderous gaze only looked at herself for a moment before moving away.

As for the second time, it was in his own home.

At that time, she was tightly embraced by her mother and eldest sister-in-law, just to resist the violent intimidation of the Marquis of Baoding—at the last moment, she watched King Jing calmly walk into the hall of the Feng family, and the whip in his hand was stained with the blood on the hind legs of the Marquis of Baoding.

It was then that for the first time she truly knew who he was, and she saw everything that surrounded him—the pride of heaven exuded a human aura from all over his body, and there was a strong smell of blood in those eyes that had not yet fascinated her, and the gestures seemed to be about to kill at every turn, which was daunting.

However, she liked his eyes at that time.

Looking deeper, deeper, the eagle-like eyes removed the majesty and playful anger that covered the surface, and all that remained was peace and serenity for her.

It was something she hadn't seen since she came to this life—or never in the previous life—and she had fallen for it.

Although she is an actress, she is still recognized as an outstanding actor, but she can't do it like this - after all, the deepest, deepest part of the eyes represents a person's nature.

Feng Zhirong knew what was in the depths of her eyes, but she never said or even wanted to think about it, she just covered it with layers of costumes, making her color the hue she wanted to present.

Her instincts told her that this man would be one of the most important people in her life, no matter what.

Then, during the brief time with King Jing that day, a strange emotion fluttered in her heart, which was an emotion that even her previous life rarely rose. She knew what it was, but she didn't dare to look forward to it, because the only two experiences from her previous life were too hurtful for her delicate and sensitive heart.

Feng Zhirong has never liked to let people stare into her eyes all the time outside of work, but this time, she let King Jing look into her eyes for a long time.

It doesn't matter if all your secrets have been revealed.

Feng Zhirong looked back, and also looked into King Jing's eyes, enjoying the tranquility and serenity in the depths.

For a long time, for a long time.