Thinking of this, Feng Zhirong couldn't help but sigh, and looked blankly at the sky outside the Qiangong Courtyard.

Over the past few days, I've been spending more and more time looking at the sky after moving the chairs in my room to the hallway.

Being in a daze can clear your thoughts, but it is also easy to let yourself think crankily.

She has lived for twenty-nine years in the previous life, and another ten years have passed in this life, and the childishness of the experience has long disappeared, even if she experiences her childhood again in this life, it is only a physical change and a fusion of mental nature, and she is still a mature soul in her shell, and she cannot be completely carefree like a child.

The days to come are still long, although she has not lost her fighting spirit, and she has no intention of surrendering without a fight, but with her personality that was almost uninterested in everything in her previous life, this day after day will really toss people badly.

That's when she remembered why she was so fascinated by theater.

She can incarnate as a different person on the stage and experience the life of each character fragment without just spending a boring life as "Feng Zhirong".

She's not one of those who like to have fun – after all, it's all repetitive and boring, and only drama is always "fresh".

The playwright will create one story after another that will not be repeated, and she just needs to be happy to act, to figure it out, to experience it.

Except for the exhaustive thinking about how to turn yourself into a character in the story, there is no need to think or worry about the rest.

Feng Zhirong can't help but miss the old days, why didn't she endure a little more at that time, facing attacks, conflicts, rumors, and more unhappiness that would have existed in the workplace?

Feng Zhirong withdrew her gaze from the blue sky, stretched her waist again, and saw four people standing near the door of the Qiangong Courtyard.

The two Yuzhu and Fang Chun, who were familiar to her, were guarding the sides of the door with their heads down, while the other two were King Jing and another strange young man. Not to mention King Jing's appearance, the man next to him looked a few years younger than King Jing, with a natural demeanor, delicate and handsome.

King Jing seemed to meet her gaze for the first time, so he also hooked the corners of his mouth and walked towards him, and he also stood up with a smile and walked towards him.

Due to the fact that there were still outsiders, Feng Zhirong walked in front of King Jing and Ying Ying bowed down and said, "The courtiers see King Jing." ”

King Jing looked at Feng Zhirong's appearance and felt interesting, so after she finished a complete set of etiquette, she said to the people beside her: "Mingqing, look at the appearance of this girl, does it look like those old men in the court?" ”

Old man?

You actually describe your fiancée as an old man in front of others?

Feng Zhirong rolled her eyes when she heard this, and hoped that the roll of her eyes would make King Jing follow, but she was kneeling on the ground in a very respectful posture, no matter how much she squeezed her eyebrows and made her eyes, it was in vain.

I only heard the people around King Jing say: "Don't tease people, this is still a little girl." His voice was very kind, enough to imagine that he was a gentle man.

"Get up!" King Jing held back his smile and helped Feng Zhirong without a trace when she got up.

Feng Zhirong knew that there were outsiders present, so she naturally gave King Jing enough face and didn't speak as usual, but she still revealed a little unconvinced look to King Jing, so that he understood that he was dissatisfied with Fang Cai's evaluation. King Jing looked at her for a while, and then said: "This is the concubine of King Qi, King Wei Mingqing of Qinghe, and the cousin of this king." ”

Feng Zhirong heard this, and saluted to the King of Qinghe on the side and said, "Zirong has seen the King of Qinghe. ”

King Qinghe smiled, and naturally helped him: "No need to be polite. ”

King Jing looked at the two of them and said, "Didn't you want to read a book a few days ago?" This cousin of this king was born intelligently, has an excellent memory, is a great talent praised by his father and mother, and has also made great efforts to learn the language of the northern tribes over the years, so this king invited him to be your teacher. ”

King Qinghe smiled bitterly when he heard this: "What a great talent, it's just some Yaxing that embellishes life, and it can't be on the stage." ”

King Jing didn't dare to agree with King Qinghe's humility, and said to Feng Zhirong: "King Qinghe's talent is deeply admired even by the old pedants who teach in the Guozi Prison. ”

Feng Zhirong looked at King Qinghe, and then looked at King Jing's expression, and understood in her heart what kind of medicine King Jing sold in his gourd, so she interrupted King Jing's thoughts incomprehensibly and said: "If the prince continues to scare me, I will not be frightened by the prince, I have already done enough etiquette, and I will get along for a long time in the future, so forget about this kind of teasing!" ”

As soon as these words came out, I only heard that King Jing hadn't said anything, and King Qinghe smiled and said, "Mingyuan, it's the first time in my life that I've seen you being ridiculed like this!" While speaking, he said to Feng Zhirong: "Girl, my cousin usually scares a lot of girls outside, and it seems that you are also bold." ”

Perhaps a little revenge, Feng Zhirong chatted with King Qinghe. I saw her shake her head and said, "The prince is not a Jiangyang thief who kills people and sets fires, why should I be afraid of him?" ”

King Jing added at this time: "This king will also kill people on the battlefield." ”

"It's a battlefield, how can you compare?" Feng Zhirong paused for a while, and then said: "I only believe that I have seen it with my own eyes, the prince has always been very good to me, why should I be afraid?" ”

When King Qinghe heard this, he said to King Jing: "I always thought that you have always been unrelenting about people, and even to Your Majesty, you have never seen a little closeness to a child, but you are very interested in a girl." ”

King Jing made a look of disagreement and said, "That's because this girl is interesting." ”

King Qinghe hadn't replied yet, Feng Zhirong was not happy: "If I'm not interesting, the prince won't pay attention to me?" Feng Zhirong didn't know where she got the courage, so she stared at King Jing's eyes, because she was wearing the skin of a ten-year-old child, it looked like a child's temper in the eyes of the two.

King Qinghe took the lead and smiled: "Don't be unhappy, my cousin is a good person who is sensible after all, and he will never be happy with someone casually." ”

How could Feng Zhirong not see that King Jing was looking for his own happiness? But he still didn't feel very happy in his heart, so he also dug a trap for King Jing to jump: "King Qinghe doesn't know, maybe the prince is angry with Zirong!" ”

King Jing couldn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Feng Zhirong's gourd, so he asked, "Why does this king want to be angry with you?" ”