Chapter 331: The pampered little fox who became the prince 21
Feng Heng faced the cynicism in the servant girl's tone, and he didn't react with a small face, and he didn't even lift his eyelids up to look at her.
The maid looked at Feng Heng's taciturn appearance as usual, and even pulled the corners of her mouth proudly, as if bullying a child could establish a sense of superiority for her.
While Shi Qing was staring at her, the maid looked over with feeling, and when she saw the little snow fox in the corner, she couldn't help but sneer: "The Seventh Prince should take care of himself first, don't bring any wild beasts back, when the time comes, hurt His Royal Highness, the queen mother knows, blame it, the slave and maid can't afford it." ”
"Do you remember being a slave?"
Feng Heng didn't want to pay attention to her, but when he heard the maid's words, he raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were dark, his emotions were difficult to distinguish, and he said lightly: "Who allowed you to see?" ”
“……”
The maid was stunned for no reason, and took a step back, but she didn't dare to look at the little snow fox again, and subconsciously lowered her head.
The maid was still jealous of Feng Heng at first, after all, he was a prince after all.
But later, she probably gave the order of the person behind her, and she tested Feng Heng many times, but Feng Heng didn't react, and seemed to be blind to what she did.
The maidservant girl gradually kicked her nose and face, and deducted Feng Heng's food and clothing in all aspects without authorization, and dared to put on a face in front of Feng Heng, thinking: In this cold temple, there is just a child, and a female madman, where did the Seven Princes and Concubine De come from?
Without any support, is there still a chance for their mother and son to return to the palace?
Even if they had this heart, no one would want to see it happen.
So, this maid blamed Feng Heng for the humiliation and suffering she suffered in the palace at the beginning, and even thought that what she was doing now was a matter of course.
Why are these royal relatives born superior?
Do you think you can give her a face in the palace now?
In this cold temple, they are no different from the prisoners!
After thinking about it, Feng Heng was still just a prince in a cold temple, and he didn't have the right to cover the sky with one hand like in the palace, so the maid suddenly became bold again, and said stiffly: "This weather is cold, please also ask the seventh prince to have dinner as soon as possible, so as not to make the food cold and eat bad stomach." The slave and maid did not disturb His Highness's meal, so they retired first. ”
After that, the maidservant girl gathered the ill-fitting fur on her body, and the fine satin cloak with the gold thread embroidery pattern on it, which at a glance knew that it was used by the royal family.
"It's all in this place, and you really think of yourself as a master and let people serve you...... Scold. ”
Without waiting for Feng Heng to speak, the maid turned around and stood up to the wind and snow outside the house, muttering and complaining and leaving, without even covering the door for Feng Heng.
“……”
Feng Heng's eyes dimmed, he clenched the bamboo pen in his hand, clenched his fists and coughed a few times, and soon his eyes returned to calm, and he walked over to close the door of the house.
When Feng Heng turned around, he found that the little snow fox nested in the corner jumped on the table, biting his bamboo pen in his mouth.
"Don't make a fuss."
Feng Heng reached out and grabbed the other end of the pen barrel, and said warmly, "Loosen your mouth." ”
Shi Qing: "......" He doesn't understand me!
Seeing that Shi Qing was about to pick up the rice paper he had just written, Feng Heng quickly put away all the pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, protected them in front of him, raised his eyes and complained: "I just copied it." ”
“……!”
Shi Qing bit the pen and didn't let go, opened his round beast eyes and confronted Feng Heng, and pressed his little paws on the table, as if he was bargaining with him.
Give it or not!