Yuzhu pouted, although she didn't understand these things very well in terms of her concept, not to mention that in addition to those high-ranking teachers and fathers in the Jingwang Mansion, there was also a serious master of the Jingwang Mansion, and there was no hostess in the Jingwang Mansion, and there were few dealings with the outside, so naturally these guards were not particularly familiar with this aspect, but since Feng Zhirong had said it, she also had a benchmark for pondering, and if she didn't understand it in the future, she would ask again.

Yuzhu asked Feng Zhirong to sit down, and he also looked at Feng Zhirong's swollen left face like a bun again, only to feel secretly frightened, and said: "Miss, the injury on your face can become more and more serious, even if you don't want the injury on your face to heal too quickly, you should apply a thin layer of it, otherwise it will be too late and the blood will stale, but it will be difficult to do." ”

"It's just such a small injury, it doesn't hurt to go out later to be scary, and it just happens to kick Jiang Han out of the palace." Feng Zhirong looked outside the door, Fang Chun was quick to bring in the basin, and there was a towel on the edge of the basin. I saw Fang Chun put the basin on the shelf aside and began to move, and Feng Zhirong also waited for the upcoming torture as if she was mentally prepared

When the towel in Fang Chun's hand lightly touched her swollen and purple left cheek, Feng Zhirong gasped in pain several times

Fang Chun didn't speak, but that look in his eyes was probably also saying, "You also know that it hurts?" Words like that.

Yuzhu looked left and right that it was not a solution, so he said: "Otherwise, I'll go get some cold ointment, and it won't hurt to apply it." So saying, he ran out of the door.

Feng Zhirong was at the mercy of Fang Chun on the one hand, and looked at her with complaining eyes, those big eyes were as innocent as she was, and it was not until Fang Chun was stared at that she couldn't stand it anymore, so she said: "Even if Miss doesn't think about herself, she should always think about the prince!" ”

"I ......," Feng Zhirong wanted to say, "Why do you want to think about King Jing?" But I'm the one who suffers? But before the first word came out, it was blocked alive.

In addition to being touched by Fang Chun, what blocked her voice was also her own brain-if she was Princess Jing in the future, this Princess Jing's face was once swollen like a bun, and she felt disgraceful no matter how she thought about it.

Of course, the most important thing is that not long after Yu Zhu stepped out of the door, he followed a person back with his head down.

Of course, there is only one person who can make Yuzhu so afraid.

King Jing, Wei Mingyuan.

Feng Zhirong saw it and hurriedly snatched the towel from Fang Chun's hand and slammed it on his face, only revealing a pair of big eyes that everyone praised.

King Jing wasn't as angry as he thought, but that cold face was scary enough.

Fang Chun turned his head and saw that King Jing was coming, so he also took a few steps back and went around to the back, and then took the initiative to kneel down with Yu Zhu and the others at the door of Feng Zhirong's room.

This was the first time King Jing had stepped into Feng Zhirong's room.

I said before that it was inconvenient to enter because Yu Li was not in agreement, but at this moment, not only did he step in openly, but he also stood coldly in front of Feng Zhirong as if he was going to demolish the house.

Feng Zhirong's heart is bitter!

God knows that King Jing, who has not been seen for more than half a month, will suddenly come and pick this point in time? Isn't this a shame on yourself?

Feng Zhirong and King Jing looked at each other for a long time, and there was no battle in the air, just staring desperately and trying to hide.

Until the end, the towel in Feng Zhirong's hand finally moved up, covering her eyes.

"Feng Zhirong, do you also know to be afraid?"

King Jing's voice was cold, as if he didn't have any emotion. But Feng Zhirong could hear it, and in front of her, it should be said, the person standing in front of the towel was very angry...... No, very, very, very—angry!

Compared to the reception hall in the Feng Mansion before, King Jing's attitude towards the arrogant Baoding Marquis was even more - no, it should be said that these two things cannot be compared at all!

King Jing's cold words to the Marquis of Baoding are just a natural and somewhat contemptuous gesture, or it can also be said that it is King Jing's usual attitude towards outsiders; However, the current King Jing to himself, on the surface, sounds almost emotionless, but in fact, the waves hidden inside are about to pierce her out of a sea cave!

That's right, she was a little bolder, and she didn't particularly cherish herself - that was a habit left over from her previous life, no matter what she did, she should do her best, and since she used the life of "lucky pickup" as a stage, she naturally held the duty of an actor all the time, calculating everything she could use, and showing the most suitable for her own character, but with a subtle attitude! And today, all of this is naturally considered by her, not only will this slap not leave sequelae or scars, but also can use it as a bargaining chip to slash the other party!

- She felt that she was not wrong, but now she was so ashamed that she wanted to cry!

A slap from this little girl is nothing, it can be regarded as her strategy, but it is not in her imagination to meet King Jing with such a face! ——Feng Zhirong's grievances are really impossible to vent!

She originally thought that it would be King Qinghe who came today, and King Qinghe had a good relationship with herself, and it was easier to talk, so it would be fine to persuade a few words left and right, and talk a little, but this small temple did not have the kind Bodhisattva who often came and went, but it provoked a huge Asura!

Oh, my God! What kind of sin did she Feng Zhirong create?

Feng Zhirong collapsed in her heart for a while, and then she thought of the reason why King Jing "suddenly" appeared......

Didn't King Jing come over to see it after Yuzhu and the others reported to King Jing last night that they wanted to weaken their bodies through medicine?

No, no, no, how is that possible?

Feng Zhirong covered her face with a towel, naturally she couldn't see King Jing's expression at the moment, and King Jing seemed to be waiting for her very patiently, which also made her think crankily quite a lot.

King Jing may have come to her because of something, after all, people are busy with military affairs...... Although there is no need to lead troops to the army for a while, it does not mean that there is no need to go to the outskirts of Beijing every day to train troops -- even so, is it possible to ask about the progress of your work?

There is nothing to report about the matter with Yang Ruai, and his speculation with King Qinghe yesterday - yes, that speculation, isn't there any problem that King Qinghe didn't answer and asked her to answer?

Thinking of this, Feng Zhirong breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked sneeringly: "The prince came today to ...... What did I discuss with King Qinghe yesterday? ”