In the warm pavilion, all the ministers looked at Feng Xi dumbfounded, not believing that this was said by a princess to a minister.

Let's not say that the people are here to supervise you, just say that the people's "damn", that is a polite remark!

Princess, how is she, how is she......

"Princess, look at this big New Year, we are picking up the wind for Peng Qincha, don't make such jokes with everyone! Right, guys. ”

Shi Songgao, the Maitreya Buddha, hurriedly got up to laugh, but Feng Xi glanced at him directly and said:

"You're teaching Hongu to do things?"

Shi Songgao: "? ”

This, is this still the princess Zhaoming who listened to him talk about the garden just now and showed him a lot of face?

"Don't dare, don't dare, where do you dare to teach the princess to do things......"

"Don't you dare? Don't you dare to say who just intervened? What about the big black dog in the garden? ”

The old god Fengxi looked at Shi Songgao and threw away the royal set of push-pull checks and balances.

Don't ask.

To ask is to be reckless!

See who is unhappy and go directly!

No, Fang Cai was still complacent about his sleek and old ways, and Shi Songgao, who wanted to be a peacemaker, suddenly turned pale.

And just when they wanted to follow his words and open their mouths to break the siege, the officials in the north who spoke for Peng Yan closed their mouths one after another.

Seeing that they were no longer aming, Feng Xi turned his gaze to Peng Yan and said:

"Didn't you say you deserved to die? The dagger is given to you, you should hurry up. ”

Feng Xi said this with a smile, and those Qing Lingling's eyes were like a lake under the moon, and suddenly it made people taste a touch of innocence.

If she's not talking about making people die.

Peng Eun is an internal servant in the end, and the thing that is subservient and charming is that they have to learn when they are young, and if they can't learn it, it will be a dead thing, so he should even bend down and smile:

"Princess, the slave was all joking just now, I think when the slave followed you to walk in the palace, when didn't you put the damn word on your lips?"

"Really? Forgot. ”

Feng Xi clasped his hands to his chest, the original owner was either deceived or scolded all day long, and who was speechless for his stupid lack of memory.

Anyway, she can not watch without looking.

"You are a noble person who forgets things, normal, normal."

Peng Yan still maintained the smile on his face, he thought that he had lifted this straw bag like this, the other party should have exposed this matter, right?

As a result, in the next second, he heard Feng Xi say:

"Since you've said it so many times, what's wrong with this palace letting you cash it out once?"

Peng Yan: "? ”

Doesn't she understand this princess?

Holding the dusty hand trembling with anger, seeing that Peng Huan was about to tear his face with Feng Xi, Qi Xiao, who was sitting next to Feng Xi, finally picked up a piece of crystal tofu and stuffed it directly into Feng Xi's mouth and said:

"Father-in-law Peng is old, it is inevitable that his spirit is not good, and Shi Zhifu is a chatterbox, and he must like to be muddy. For the sake of their flaws, princess, don't bother with them. ”

Peng Yan: "? ”

Shi Songgao: "? ”

Shi Songgao is okay, when Peng Huan heard the word "defect", he only felt that his blood was surging, and he let a few fans behind him go up and cut Qi Xiao's heart.

Who doesn't know that there is something wrong with their eunuchs?

Qi Xiao, how dare he?

How dare he, a waste that anyone can step on?

Peng Yan, who finally suppressed his anger, was about to have a seizure, but Feng Xi had already swallowed the crystal tofu and said:

"Okay, for the sake of the horse's face, this palace will not pursue the two of you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Twilight, who was standing beside her, took a few steps down and picked up the dagger, and put it back in the sheath at her waist.

For a while, both the officials of the DPRK and China headed by Li Gelao and the officials from the north headed by Shi Songgao all breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Ge Lao and the others looked at Qi Xiao even more gratefully, and became more and more sure of the fact that the horse was not a waste but Liang Cai.

After all, this Peng Eun is a minister, and the princess can use him to save face by taking Qiao, but she can't really kill him.

Don't look at their disaster relief and relief is quite smooth, once they are picked out by those old foxes in the court, it is not the first two big.

Staring at Qi Xiao with a dead gaze, Peng Huan was silent for a while before gritting his teeth and saying:

"Princess Peng Eun Xie is gracious, and Xie Ma is relieved."

Feng Xi waved his hand:

"Little things, no thanks, no thanks."

Peng Yan: "......"

Well, things related to his life, people say are small things.

So, Peng Huan, who originally wanted to force a smiling face, directly brushed his sleeves and sat down in his position in a few steps without speaking.

Not only him, but Shi Songgao, who was still like a fish in water just now, also hurriedly clamped his tail, and ordered the dancers who had been prepared for a long time to hurry in to liven up the atmosphere.

It is said that this messy punch killed the master, and Zhaoming's recklessness is indeed a headache.

But it was precisely because Zhaoming was becoming more and more reckless and difficult to control that they were more determined to make that happen for a while.

To deal with such a mad dog, don't you have to put a chain on her?

No matter how cheap Ye Qingchuan is, it is better than Qi Xiao's waste who uses chicken feathers as arrows.

Glancing at Qi Xiao coldly again, Peng Yan immediately beckoned to a fan beside him, and the fan quickly quietly walked out of the warm pavilion after hearing this.

"Master, this Peng Eun and Shi Songgao are not honest, you provoked them so much just now, they are afraid that they will jump off the wall in a hurry."

Twilight's gaze inadvertently swept over the fan who ran away, and immediately said to Qi Xiao.

He didn't believe what he had seen, that their masters would not have seen.

Besides, among the people brought back from the mountain by the princess and her master that day, there was still one who was not pure-minded.

Qi Xiao's expression remained unchanged when he heard this, but he looked sideways at Feng Xi, who was eating with his head down, obviously lacking interest in singing and dancing below.

The girl's skin is white, her eyebrows are picturesque, and unlike when she is angry, she always eats quietly, like a snow-colored cat.

Sure enough, they are different.

His fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, Qi Xiao's voice was very soft, but Twilight felt the obvious killing intent in his words.

"Afraid of what? All I want is for them to jump off the wall. ”

Soon, several songs and dances ended with the applause of a group of officials.

Even if he is as diligent as Li Gelao, he has unconsciously relaxed his nerves.

It's all here, so it's a New Year's Day.

And the sound of a piano also came at this time, like a fairy music on a snowy night, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes light and sometimes crisp, almost immediately captured the hearts of everyone present.

When everyone looked for the voice, there were already maids outside the pavilion to light the branch lamps and candles, the lights and the moon were reflected, the snow was empty, and even the night was dyed with mist, so that the person who stroked the qin was misty, as if he was a visitor from outside the world.

Everyone in Shengjing knows that Princess Fengxi of Zhaoming once traveled with the third princess Feng Kite.

The two of them swam to the mountain behind the Huangjue Temple, there is a young man in the mountain who strokes the piano in the fog, the sound of the piano is curling, the style is outstanding, and the princess Zhaoming is difficult to transfer when she sees it.

He is none other than Mu Qingze, the grandson of Taishi, the son of Qi Bohou, and the little marquis of the Mu family.

Slowly raising his eyes, at this moment, Ye Qingchuan was looking at Feng Xi with those eyes that were eight points similar to Mu Qingze, looking at his wealth and wealth.