Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sisters Match
When Zizhu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and asked with a look of surprise on his face.
"No, no, no, that's absolutely not going to work!"
Zizhu was a little flustered in his tone, and he explained eagerly.
"The princess is a princess for one day and a princess for life, but now she has some opinions with the princess, it is nothing at all, and only the princess is the princess in the heart of the slave."
Looking at Zizhu's sworn appearance, Feng Jiu's face was full of helplessness, and he sighed and said.
"Silly girl, you're the one who doesn't know anything about these things."
Feng Jiutian said in a firm tone: "Now, there are rumors on the street that the real princess has already died, and the position of that princess is even more full of constraints for me, if I can get rid of it, it is a good thing." β
Zizhu's expression was a little inexplicable, even if he looked down on the prince, but how could the position of the princess be a burden?
"So what? The princess in the heart of the slave is only you. β
Zizhu said in a particularly firm tone: "The slave believes that you are a good person, even to the princess, how can you hurt others?" β
"That witty girl is calculating, but she just wants the position of princess, even if the princess and the prince are not good, it is also the Ming media is marrying, how can others have a chance?"
Feng Jiu's expression was a little helpless, and he didn't know what Zizhu was doing? actually identified with himself so much, could it be just because he saved Nangong Yue's life?
Even so, Feng Jiutian never wanted to deal with Nangong Ling, who was suspected of being mentally ill.
Feng Jiutian sighed and emphasized again: "If you still recognize me, or if you still have half a gratitude to me in your heart, it will only be when I am just a pure Feng Jiutian." β
In the face of the princess's repeated requests, Zizhu couldn't say anything, so she could only nod silently and agree to the matter.
"What Miss said is very true, even so, the slave is naturally respectful and obedient, and I hope Miss can rest assured."
Hearing Zizhu's logical change of name, Feng Jiutian finally felt a lot more satisfied in his heart, and nodded with a smile.
Nangong Yue didn't know what lawsuit the two were fighting, so she looked at this side with a puzzled expression, and asked with a puppet in her hand.
"What do you mean by what your sister-in-law and Zizhu said?"
Feng Jiutian didn't want to let these trivial matters affect Nangong Yue's recuperating mood, so he pushed the matter over with a smile.
"It's just a little thing, it has nothing to do with Yue'er, since Yue'er is eating and living with me here now, she must be happier."
Nangong Yue naturally smiled and nodded again and again: "Yue'er is already satisfied to be able to live with her sister-in-law, so she is naturally very happy." β
Facing Nangong Yue with a naΓ―ve face, Feng Jiutian didn't open her mouth again to correct her name, she was just a little fool who lived in a mess, so why bother her more?
"Yue'er, let's go to the house together, and I'll take you to ride a horse tomorrow."
Feng Jiu smiled and spoke, attracting Nangong Yue's attention.
It's better to be a sister-in-law, you can play with her, and no one will take care of her except her brother.
The more she thought about it, the happier she became, and Nangong Yue laughed silly.
This joyful movement naturally can't hide Nangong Ling who is in the study.
Listening to the report of the subordinates, the hand holding the pen in his hand paused, and a huge ink dripped onto the paper, destroying the work in his hand.
"Please forgive the prince, it's the villain who is not good, and he disturbed the prince's writing!"
Nangong Ling waved his hand lazily, he wouldn't blame others for these trivial things.
"This matter is just a momentary negligence on the part of this king, and it has nothing to do with people, just talk about your business!"
The subordinates who heard this immediately nodded again and again, and while reporting the movements they had heard, they looked at the prince's expression.
"The villain inquired, the princess ......"
Sensing the hand of the prince's pen, he quickly changed his words: "No, no, no, it's the first princess." β
"The first princess led the princess to play in the courtyard for a long time today, and she didn't even use the food she sent, she only asked someone to send some semi-finished products over tomorrow, and they seemed to have to cook for themselves."
After hearing this, Nangong Ling nodded and agreed with this statement.
"The princess was almost killed last time, and the real culprit has not yet been found out, so it's better to be cautious."
"This matter, this king is approved, you have someone to prepare some fresh fruits and vegetables every day, and pick two more trustworthy cooks, carefully select, and then send the things to Fengqi Pavilion."
It was the first time that the subordinate noticed that the prince cared so much about the princess, and his expression couldn't help but be stunned.
But he didn't expect that the prince had already looked at him and asked, "What?" Can't this be done? β
The subordinate hurriedly shook his head again and again: "No, no, no, it can be done naturally, the villain will do it immediately, and there will never be any mistakes." β
Nangong Ling was satisfied, nodded, and then added: "The princess also needs a doctor to serve at any time, don't be careless, if the princess is also unsuitable, you can call the doctor to treat it together." β
These words of the prince instantly caused an uproar among the subordinates, and several subordinates looked at each other, and it was difficult to hide their surprise in their expressions.
It seems that the waste concubine really has some ability, and she can still ask the prince to remember to diagnose her, and in the future, I am afraid that she will have to be more attentive.
"Slaves obey!"
The subordinates agreed to this, turned around and retreated silently.
When everyone retreated, and there were only two commonly used intimate people left, Nangong Ling put down the pen in his hand,
He looked at the two intimate people and asked.
"How's it going for you to inquire a while ago?"
The people began to return to their lives.
"The slave has already sent someone to check, and the people around me say that Miss Punch is indeed a disciple of the Medicine King Valley, but she doesn't go out often, so not many people have seen it."
"But the surrounding villagers all say that there are indeed people in Yaowang Valley, and this matter is true."
Nangong Ling frowned slightly, even though the origin of the witty words was impeccable, he still felt uneasy and ordered again.
"Send a few more groups of people to investigate, pay attention to hiding their identities, and go to the frontier and near the Medicine King Valley to carefully explore the news, and see if the Medicine King Valley has any plans to come forward to find people."
Although the subordinate was thoughtful, he immediately nodded and agreed to the matter.
It's just that one of the closer ones asked suspiciously: "The prince ordered this, isn't he also doubting the identity of the witty girl?" β
Nangong Ling made a movement in his hand, but he turned his eyes to this subordinate and repeated his question emphatically.
"Also?"
"Could it be that besides this king, there are also people who suspect that there is something wrong with the identity of the punchline girl?"