In the second half of the banquet, Feng Zhiping forced a smile and didn't know the taste of food.

Zhuge Quan kept provoking the conversation, he hummed and coped with it, but what he thought about in his heart was the red that left resolutely.

He had an impulse to chase him out and explain it clearly, but reason fixed him firmly on the table.

Explanations must be explained, but not now, when the platform has been erected crookedly, swaying, and crumbling in the midst of all kinds of accidents, and he cannot turn away at this moment in any way.

He could feel that Yuehuang was looking at him, he didn't respond to it from beginning to end, he didn't know how to respond, and he didn't dare to guess what the expression was behind the veil at this moment.

Two hours later, in the illusion of the setting of fire, the banquet came to an end in a seemingly harmonious atmosphere.

Everyone got up and thanked him and left, and left in order, until this time Feng Zhiping looked at the girl on the cloud, but Yiren had already gotten up and helped his father to disappear into the clouds in a puff of smoke.

"Third master, I hate to see you late today, Xiao Ke is not happy yet, it is better for Xiao Ke to be the east..."Zhuge Quan invited with a smile.

"Not available!"

Feng Zhi ignored it, pretended to be crazy and stupid for a few hours, and pretended to vomit, and only after he was full did he continue to talk to him.

"Then another day. Zhuge Quan bowed his hand and said goodbye, smiling without embarrassment.

Feng Zhiping arched his hand, thinking that his Taoism was still shallow, Zhuge Quan's face was three points thicker than the walls of the imperial city, and it was estimated that the old fritters of the eldest brother's level could fight him to the end.

After being delayed for a while, he turned his head and looked again, Feng Moxiu was nowhere to be seen.

"Lord Feng has already left just now. Seeing his expression, Zhao Wei leaned over and said.

Let's go?

Stirring up such a big trip to troubled waters, he actually ran away first?!

Feng Zhiping was angry, and he couldn't bear to be anxious and hurriedly said goodbye to Zhao Wei, Zhao Wei knew that he was in trouble, so he didn't force him to stay, and only asked him to meet again when he had time.

Out of the Cloud Pavilion, the carriage was already waiting, and the eunuchs who accompanied him were still the same ones when they came.

Instructed the eunuch to speed up, Feng Zhiping got into the carriage, and finally walked out of the palace gate after more than half an hour, and the carriage slowly stopped.

Feng Zhiping lifted the curtain, the breeze blew, and in the afterglow of the falling sunset, he had a long hiccup, and couldn't help but think of Xiaoya and Ling'er.

The two girls were worried that he would be rude, and persuaded him not to eat or drink, if they knew that he was going to the banquet, they would not have been so worried.

"Young Master!"

A call interrupted his thoughts, and when he looked down, it was Niu Chunhan.

"Why are you here?" Feng Zhiping jumped out of the car, holding down Niu Chunhan's hand and looking up and down, "The injury is healed, doesn't it tell you to move?"

"Flesh wounds, out of the way. ”

Niu Chunhan patted his chest nonchalantly, and after thanking the internal officials with Feng Zhiping, he said in a low voice: "Young Master, Master Hou asked you to go home." ”

"Go back to what home!"

Feng Zhiping waved his hand irritably, just walked to his carriage, and frowned: "Unloaded, ride a horse, follow me to King Zhan's mansion!"

"Zhan Wangfu!" Niu Chunhan said with a bitter face, "Young master, you can't go, the old man specially ordered you to go home immediately, you can't go anywhere!"

"You listen to me, listen to him?" Feng Zhiping glared.

Niu Chunhan's bitterness was even stronger: "Young master, don't be embarrassed about the small ones, the small injuries are just right..."

"Then you go home and lie down, and I'll go by myself!"

"Don't, I'll follow you!"

gave his horse to Feng Zhiping, untied the horse pulling the cart and rode it himself, and the two left like a gust of wind, leaving the coachman alone to cry without tears in the carriage without horses.

Zhan Wangfu is very close, just in the four cities, adjacent to the imperial city, the two of them arrived in more than a quarter of an hour, but they couldn't get in, and they were stopped by the guards at the corner of the tree-lined street.

"The palace is important, don't get close to the idlers, leave quickly!"

The guards hung on the waist card of the palace, their faces were not good, and they were ready to fight, and they raised their swords from a long distance, obviously coming at the two of them.

Feng Zhiping reined in the horse, hugged his fists and said: "I am Feng Zhiping, the prince of the Red Sword Marquis, I ask to see Miss Zhan Qianwu Zhan Si of your mansion, please pass it on!"

"You are Feng Zhiping?"

When the leader of the guards who blocked the road heard this, his face was even more unkind, he looked up and down, and waved his hand backwards without looking back, and the guards immediately separated two people to jointly carry out a big sign and pestle forward, and followed the leader to hug his arms and sneer.

The master and servant took a look, and suddenly there was a black line on the door, and they saw nine big characters written crookedly on the long sign - Feng Zhiping and the dog are not allowed to enter.

"What a big gut! You Zhan Wangfu are so rude, you dare to insult the young master of my family, is there no one in my Hou Mansion?!"

Niu Chunhan was furious, and he was about to draw his knife, but Feng Zhiping raised his hand to stop him.

"This brother, there is a reason for the incident, I am inconvenient to talk to you in detail, I just ask you to give you four girls a word, today's things are not what I want, her words are not what I say, I will definitely come up with a way to do both, live up to the original oath!"

The leader of the guards laughed, smiled coldly, and said coldly: "Third Prince Feng, do you know who we are?"

Feng Zhiping arched his hand: "I haven't asked for advice yet!"

"You don't have to ask, we and other little people don't dare to worry about the third son, you just need to know that we belong to the Red Feather Battalion. ”

Feng Zhiping was taken aback, and his heart sank.

King Zhan commanded more than 10,000 generals, the number of private troops is the largest among the princes, tens of thousands of horses are divided into six battalions, of which the Chi Feather Battalion has the smallest number of people and the shortest establishment time, but the combat power should not be underestimated, ranking fourth, and its commander is not someone else, it is Zhan Qianwu.

In other words, these people are Zhan Qianwu's subordinates and Zhan Qianwu's personal soldiers. Xuanshu Literature Network

The lord insulted the servants, these people must have heard something, so the attitude is so bad, even this kind of brand that is likely to make the two families hostile dare to move out.

Feng Zhiping took a light breath and arched his hand again: "This brother..."

"Don't, you can't be, you are expensive, and villains are afraid of losing their lives. The commander of the guards snorted, "Our general said, from today onwards she has nothing to do with you, you don't owe her, she doesn't owe you, you and our general are strangers from now on, and when you meet you on the road in the future, it's best to pretend not to know you, so as not to be embarrassed." ”

"She said yes, she said, she said what she said, what is it?!" Feng Zhiping was nameless.

Cang Changchang, the sword was unsheathed, and the guards glared angrily at Feng Zhiping.

The leader of the guards lowered his face coldly, and said in a gloomy voice: "Feng Sangongzi, now I have a face for you, if you dare to insult my general again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Feng Zhiping was dumbfounded, pressed down the anger, and begged bitterly: "Brother Tai, even if I beg you, I just ask you to help me bring a sentence, just one sentence!"

"No need!" the head of the guard flatly refused, and waved his hand, "Third son, it's not early, please go back." ”

"I..."

"If you don't know the way, we can help with the 'escort'!"

Feng Zhiping looked at each other angrily, looked at each other for a long time, and sighed deeply.

"No, I'll go by myself. Old cow!"

Le turned the horse's head, Feng Zhiping was silent for a moment, looked back and said: "You are free to talk or not, I don't care what you think of me, as long as you know, I will not give up." Today's incident happened suddenly, and the idea of how your general thinks and how to take it is her business, and the most annoying thing in my life is that others help me make decisions! I will find a way to solve that matter, you told your general to just take care of life and raise, don't think nonsense, Young Master Ben will definitely give her a satisfactory answer!"

"Old Niu, let's go, drive!"

The two horsemen walked away, and when the dust settled, the leader of the guards withdrew his gaze and raised his eyebrows.

His name is Meng Zhong, he is the leader of Zhan Qianwu's personal guards, since Zhan Qianwu was five years old, he has guarded the left and right, from protection to following to swearing allegiance, he has witnessed Zhan Qianwu's growth process, and also knows Zhan Qianwu's emotional journey.

Zhan Qianwu has not many suitors, from literature to martial arts, from old to young, young and middle-aged, but Zhan Qianwu has never thought about it, but this time is different, he has never seen his young lady care so much about another man other than his father and brother.

He had heard of it for a long time, and he had seen it once from afar, and at that time he only felt that this person was not as useless as the rumors, but later he found out that this person was not only useful, but also quite capable, and even an iron-like character like his own young lady could be melted.

He didn't know how to melt, but he could roughly guess from the few traces, you must know that he was one of the few people who knew that Zhan Qianwu and Feng Zhiping were living on the deserted island of Yunhai together, coupled with the recent rumors in the capital, he could tell the old man to return to the field if he couldn't guess it anymore.

Seriously, he looks down on Feng Zhiping very much, and he can change to Feng Dagongzi or Feng Ergongzi, how can Feng Zhiping, a gentleman who doesn't learn and has no skills, be worthy of his fourth lady who doesn't let her eyebrows go?

However, it is always a good thing that the fourth miss can have a heart, it is almost almost, the left and right Chijian Marquis Mansion is worthy, with the potential of the relationship between the two families, as long as the third miss Qianqiong can agree, the fourth miss will not be bad if she marries her sister, at least there is no need to worry that she will be bullied.

But the result?

His young lady was really bullied, and when he saw Zhan Qianwu holding back tears and entering the door, their brothers were stupid, how could he ever see his own young lady cry since he was a child?

Coupled with Zhan Qianwu's vague instructions, he guessed a rough idea after a little pondering, and it became popular at that time, automatically understanding "don't let him in" as "get far away", secretly beckoning a group of brothers to block here, and specially wrote a sign, just waiting for that guy to come to the door!

After waiting for a long time and not seeing anyone, he thought that the guy had no courage, and he was ready to call his brother to leave, but who knew that the guy was really coming.

Afraid that the young lady would be angry when she found out, he didn't dare to say it too much, but he also humiliated him fiercely, Feng Zhiping's expression made him very satisfied and happy, unexpectedly, Feng Zhiping actually endured it and insisted on finishing his words.

Regarding Feng Zhiping's words, he scoffed at them on the surface, but he actually secretly judged them in his heart.

He didn't want to see Feng Zhiping, he was extremely disgusted with the things that Feng Zhiping did, since Feng Zhiping abandoned the third miss of the Zhan family for a wild girl and hurt the heart of the fourth lady, this guy is a mortal enemy and a sinner in his heart, but this does not prevent him from disapproving Feng Zhiping, at least this person is not a coward, and he has the courage to stand under the wall of the palace and finish his words in front of their cronies.

"Chief, do you need to reply to his words?" asked one of his men.

Meng Zhong came back to his senses and glared: "What are you going to do, make Miss cry again?"

The subordinate had a bitter face: "But I see that he is very sincere." ”

"Grass, you little bastard, who are you? Sincerity, sincerity can be written on your face? Your pair of dog-eyed girls in the kiln recognize Quanhuo, and you can see sincerity? It's itchy, right?"

"No, don't dare, I didn't say anything!" the subordinate hurriedly said to forgive, causing the others to laugh.

Meng Zhong snorted heavily, and said solemnly: "If he is sincere, those words will be done, it will be the same whether he says it or not, on the contrary, that Toro is empty, what do you say to Miss, disgusting people? Listen to me, he hasn't been here today, no one has come, have you heard?"

"Yes!" the crowd answered.

Meng Zhong nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand: "Close!" Oh, by the way, that brand is loved to be burned for me by no one, burn it clean, don't leave it at all." ”

It is a big crime to humiliate the prince of the marquis, Feng Zhiping will not say anything, but if others see it, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no moths.

Immediately, a guard ran to the grove with a sign, looking at the curling black smoke, Meng Zhong exhaled, and was about to turn around, when the sound of horses' hooves behind him started again.

"Grass, it's endless, kraft candy!"

Meng Zhong frowned and turned around, but saw that the person who came was not Feng Zhiping, but a carriage.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped at the intersection, and a white young man jumped down, and Meng Zhong recognized this person, who was the scholar of the eldest son of the Feng family.

Ade looked at the guards, tiptoed behind everyone, and wondered: "Ladies and gentlemen, won't you let go in front?"

Meng Zhong's attitude softened and asked, "I remember that your name is Ade, Lord Feng's personal attendant, right?"

Ade smiled and bowed: "Exactly, I've seen Master Meng!"

"I can't bear it. Meng Zhong waved his hand and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Ade took out a letter of worship and handed it forward: "Back to my lord, my son-in-law asks Miss Zhan Si to talk about Hanbilou, this is a post, and please give it a bow." ”

Meng Zhong took the post, glanced at it, and laughed in his heart.

Leaving my brother to come to my brother, it's interesting, is it here to round the field for my younger brother?

Feng Zhili is really a model of a brother!