Feng Zhanzhi hurriedly reached out to catch it, hugged it in his arms, and was unhappy: "If you don't like it, don't throw it away." ”

Feng Qiyi sneered: "Such a vulgar thing, and still a baby, don't you feel ashamed when you talk about business with people?" ”

Feng Zhanzhi disagreed: "Vulgarity is elegance." It's that you don't know how to appreciate. ”

He got angry, put the fan in the sachet, and said that he was going to the palace to face the saint.

Before leaving, he ordered Feng Er to follow: "Now Jing Du is a little chaotic, even His Majesty has been assassinated, let's let Feng Er protect me." ”

He is actually not so afraid of death, the guards around him are all invited masters of the rivers and lakes, and they are definitely no worse than the people of Feng Qiyi, the reason why he named Feng Er is more because he wants to use Feng Er's mouth to understand the women around Feng Qiyi.

"You change your outfit and keep it safe."

Feng Qiyi sneered, but also arranged for someone to protect him.

This person is Feng San, and his force value is slightly inferior to Feng Er.

He was very cautious, knowing that Feng Er was simple-minded and easy to be tricked, so he changed Feng San to protect him.

Feng Zhanzhi listened to it, and there was no objection, Feng San was okay, and he was also an honest man.

Anyway, except for him Feng Qiyi, the Feng family is an honest person.

Feng Qiyi personally sent Feng Zhanzhi out of the mansion out of the superficial uncle and nephew, and didn't tell him that the emperor went to Changzhao Temple, so let him wait in the palace, anyway, he didn't have time to entertain him.

Feng Zhanzhi didn't know the inside story, and said innocently: "Qiyi, you are ready, when I come back, our uncle and nephew will have a good drink, and if you don't get drunk, you won't return." ”

Feng Qiyi smiled heartlessly: "Okay." ”

If only he could come back.

With the emperor's current state of mind of losing his love, he will probably pull him not to get drunk and not return, right?

Feng Qiyi waited for Feng Zhan to get into the carriage before going back.

Several boxes of belongings in the main hall were counted by Fengyi.

Feng Yi is the oldest, older than Feng Qiyi, he is nearly thirty years old, dressed in white, gentlemanly and square, outstanding appearance, gentle and elegant, mature and steady, not only knows medical skills, martial arts, but also very good at housekeeping, and has a good account.

"A total of 16,000 taels of gold, two pieces of golden Buddha, three pieces of golden horses, two pieces of golden elephants, five pieces of gold utensils, and other twelve pieces, my lord, should you still send them to the treasury?"

"Send it to the Dark Palace."

The Dark Palace is the name he gave to the underground prison.

He felt that it was a prosperous underground palace that belonged to him.

He is the king of the Dark Palace.

"Yes."

Feng Yi responded, arranged for someone to lift the box, and sent it to the dark palace.

Feng Qiyi went to the dark palace one step ahead of him, thinking that Feng Er would play with his lancet from a distance alone, but he didn't expect him to take the knife to Sang Ning to play.

Damn it!

He was worried about Sang Ning's safety, and he was worried about it for a while, so he shouted: "Feng Er, what are you doing?" ”

He not only gave Sang Ning dangerous goods, but also sat on the edge of the bed, talking and laughing with her, how could this be reasonable!

When Feng Er saw Feng Qiyi coming back, he was still very angry, and immediately stood up, his face was restrained and uneasy, and he didn't know what he had done wrong.

"Your Excellency?"

His eyes were blank, and he was really dumbfounded.

Sang Ning had a good conversation with him, or rather, she could talk happily with any handsome guy, and she couldn't bear the handsome guy being scolded by Feng Qiyi, so she said: "What are you yelling at?" It's noisy! ”

She finally coaxed Feng Er to give her a knife, and she hadn't enjoyed the cold feel yet.

Feng Qiyi had already walked quickly to the bed, and stretched out her hand towards Sang Ning, and said solemnly, "Give me the knife." ”

Sang Ning died once, and he had a good chat with the handsome guy at this time, and he really didn't have any will to die, so he gave it to him obediently.

As a result, Feng Qiyi took the knife, turned around and slashed at Feng Er's arm.

The lancet, which was as sharp as clay, slashed through Feng Er's left arm, leaving a deep mark of blood, and the blood gushed out, and the blood was red and black because of the turbulence.

Sang Ning looked dazzling, and was even angrier than Feng Er himself: "What are you doing?" ”

hurt people in front of her, or the knife from her hand, it seems that she has hurt someone.

Still a rough guy and a handsome guy.

Ma Dan, hurt in the handsome guy's body, hurt in her heart, really hurt her to death.

Feng Er was also very confused, but even if he was scratched and the wound was particularly painful, he did not feel displeased at all, on the contrary, he bowed down very respectfully: "My lord, stop being angry." ”

Feng Qiyi was not angry, and asked him with a cold face, "Does it hurt?" ”

Feng Er shook his head at Shangfeng Qiyi's indifferent eyes and said, "My lord is angry, it doesn't hurt." ”

He is not afraid of pain, but he doesn't understand how he gets angry, obviously he is the least likely person to get angry.

Feng Qiyi asked with cold eyes, "Do you know why I did this?" ”

"I don't know."

"and reflect."

"Yes."

Feng Er's eyebrows went down respectfully.

He was still stunned, and that stunned expression made Sang Ning unbearable.

Sang Ning felt that Feng Er was very similar to Chen Jin, he was a very stupid and loyal person, of course, Chen Jin was only loyal to the emperor, and he had a lot of eyes in other places, and Feng Er was quite stupid everywhere, just a dumb rough man, unique and stupid, and it was also very tickling.

People who don't open their minds have opened their minds, what kind of style is it, and how much makes people want to get into it? How appealing?

It's a pity that she is in the hands of Feng Que Yi, and she is seriously restricted from playing.

Feng Qiyi seemed to see her flower heart, pinched her chin, and her eyes were fierce: "Don't provoke my people!" Sang Ning, I'm not Helan Yin, it's up to you to attract bees and butterflies! I'm not willing to kill you, so kill the person you look down on! You can give it a try! ”

"Smack!"

Faced with his threat, Sonin did not hesitate to give him a slap in the face.

I hate him so much!

If it weren't for her poor health, she really wanted to kill him!

She's not a violent person!

It's all to blame for his bad behavior, which provoked the riot factor in her body.

"Sanning!"

Feng Qiyi was caught off guard and slapped in anger, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists in anger, and then, a punch slammed down on her side.

His elegance, his restraint, his Taishan collapsed on the top and his face did not change his color and his heart did not beat indifferently, in front of her, they were all smashed by her slap.

Seeing that he was angry, Sang Ning decisively slapped him, gave him a sweet date, and instead reached out to gently rub his face, and said softly: "Can't you please it?" I have a bad temper, and you are still fighting in front of me, do you have masochistic tendencies? Feng Qiyi, learn Feng Runsheng to kneel down and call my sister, and my sister will give you her heart. Don't you want your sister's sincerity the most? ”

Wind Sparrow: "......"

Swindler!

Heartless liars!

He frowned, his face was tense, and his mouth was still very hard: "I'm not them!" Don't try to turn me into them! ”

He couldn't look down on Feng Runsheng, He Lanyin and others who had no bottom line in front of her.

Even if they were so nice to her, wasn't she playing tricks on them?

She seems to be weak, but in fact she is like a fierce horse, blindly obedient, she can't control her at all, but will be despised by her.

Sang Ning didn't know his mental activity, and when he heard him say this, he took his hand back without saying a word. Hmph, she still beat lightly! Seeing his attitude, I slapped him in the face in the future, and I didn't feel good to rub him.

Feng Qiyi misunderstood, and hurriedly dodged away.

He thought she was going to hit him again, so he dodged so quickly, but Sonning just withdrew his hand and straightened his hair.

The picture is very embarrassing.

His handsome face is red, the dignity of a man is supreme, and he can't accept himself like this: he is an eight-foot man, is he being beaten out of the shadow by her?