Feng Zhiping was extremely speechless, but he didn't feel any evil.

This is the ecology of the elite class, political marriages have always been naked, and there are few fairy tales where two children end up married.

The other children are better, those children who are designated as heirs have almost no choice, behind every scenery there are unknown bitter tears, and the endless lovesickness only dares to quietly recall when they are alone late at night.

He himself is a living example, Feng Moxiu didn't care if he liked the Zhan family's family affairs for him at the beginning, he only cared about whether his wife and his wife's family were helpful, and whether they could help him stabilize his position and sit firmly in the position of the future head of the family.

The same is true for these young people who came today, because of their own reasons, they must win the favor of Princess Yuehuang if they want to, even if she is a sick ghost, and Yuehuang is indeed their best choice.

Although Zhao Wei's words are not good, they are indeed very reasonable, compared to marrying an ancestor and going home, a delicate and frail sick man like Yuehuang is too easy to serve, and even the viciousness of the words, she has been boiled to death for a few years, and her husband's family is still a concubine after the string, and the honor she deserves is not lacking.

Therefore, Yuehuang is the best marriage partner, or rather, she is the most perfect ladder.

Feng Zhiping sighed secretly, he had thought wrong before.

These people who came today are not pickers, they are the dishes, and the people who pick vegetables are Yuehuang.

Although it has nothing to do with himself, but thinking about the poor life experience of the little princess he has never met, he still silently blesses it, hoping that she can put her eyes on the spot, don't be confused by the appearance of the skin, in case she marries a little white face with a negative nature, it is really miserable, and there is no one more miserable than her in the world.

"Brother, brother asks more, the fourth brother is really with you..." Zhao Wei didn't say anything thoroughly, and blinked.

"Guess!" Feng Zhiping rolled his eyes, and his heart was empty.

Zhao Wei smiled awkwardly and asked again: "Then the explosion that night..."

Feng Zhiping interrupted directly: "What did the yamen say?"

"The Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion announced that the explosion that night was caused by a fire in a black workshop of private fireworks in Luhefang, and the Yamen has set up a special case to investigate thoroughly, but I always feel that something is wrong, do you know something?"

"I know something, let's go. Feng Zhiping snorted and didn't mention it.

Zhao Wei thoughtfully, smiled, and didn't ask.

As he spoke, the door had arrived.

The internal official stopped at the door and bowed to lead: "Two princes, please come in!"

Feng Zhiping nodded, took the first step, and when he entered the door, he spent a moment in front of him, blinked and looked again, and was stunned on the spot.

Blue sky, white clouds, soft light sprinkled out of nowhere, the sky can not be seen at a glance, the rainbow is far or near high and low, like a curtain, like a heavenly river.

There was no ground to be seen under his feet, there were no clouds, and his feet felt so soft that he felt like he was stepping on fluffy cotton, and the best carpet he had ever seen had no such touch.

Subconsciously kicked the clouds, the smoke drifted, and the clouds rolled lazily into the distance, revealing the same white clouds below, and still couldn't see the ground.

Raising his head and looking ahead, on the tall and low clouds, one by one Luo skirt Gong'e shuttled back and forth, accompanied by the elegant sound of silk and bamboo, fluttering like a fairy.

In the forefront, one of the largest clouds hangs high above the clouds, a golden-red coral throne is placed on it, a foot pedal carved from the best Hailan stone is placed in front, a low table carved from a whole piece of cloud smoke and jade mother that is difficult to buy is resting on several plates of simple and delicate cakes and fruits, a furnace of fragrant green smoke curls, and the incense burner floats on the top of the table at a palm-high position and slowly levitates, like a utensil that only exists in the legend of the Xianjia Mansion.

Don't think about it, that must be the emperor's place.

Feng Zhiping secretly wondered.

Wei Yuanhou, who had come in first, had already stood on one of the high clouds, and was talking quietly to the people next to him, when he caught a glimpse of two boys stupidly at the door, smiled slightly, and beckoned to his son.

Feng Zhiping came back to his senses at this time, looked at the disappearing portal behind him, looked around again, and took a breath of cool air.

Transmission!

The same teleportation secret technique as Man Tingfang!

No, this place is more clever and mysterious than Man Tingfang!

Just now, before entering the door, he clearly saw the scene in the hall, but just one step, almost no feeling, the surroundings have already changed, this is much more powerful than Man Tingfang's!

Qiankun Pavilion!

It's definitely Qiankun Pavilion!

Feng Zhiping didn't think about it.

In his impression, in addition to the martial soul with the ethereal treasure blade, only the Qiankun Pavilion has such means, and if it is not the handiwork of the Qiankun Pavilion, it must have nothing to do with them.

No wonder it's called Izumo Pavilion, grandma's are standing in the clouds, but it's not "Izumo"!

Feng Zhiping thought that Izumo was not appropriate enough, and it should be called Ling Yun.

"My father called me, let's stop for the time being!"

Zhao Wei arched his hand, and walked towards Wei Yuanhou with one foot deep and one foot shallow, as if he was really stepping on the clouds.

Feng Zhiping retracted his gaze, ignoring Feng Moxiu's greeting and the palace maid's invitation, lowering his head and frowning and thinking about his thoughts.

Izumo Pavilion gave him a sense of déjà vu, not the scenery here, but the way the door inside and outside the door was transformed step by step or two, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere, not Manting Fang, but somewhere else.

"Shizi, Master Hou called you over. The palace maid reminded with a smile, her voice soft and glutinous, tepid.

The first time people entered and exited the Cloud Pavilion were like this, Feng Zhiping had calculated it, and some of the timid people were paralyzed on the ground in fright as soon as they entered the door, unable to move.

Feng Zhiping didn't react, still lowering his head and rubbing his chin.

The palace maid waited for a moment, frowned imperceptibly, and called again: "Shizi?"

Feng Zhiping raised his eyes, glanced at Feng Moxiu's direction, pursed his lips unabashedly, and pointed at the nearest cloud: "I heard, I won't go over, how can I stand there without an official or position, I have to stand back! ”

Raise your feet and go.

The palace maid was shocked and hurriedly chased after her.

"Shizi, Shizi stays, you can't stand here randomly! Today is not a court meeting, Your Majesty ordered you to be ranked according to your family lineage, you want to be with Ling Zun..."

Feng Zhiping's footsteps stopped, turned around, and the palace maid almost crashed into his arms, and hurriedly followed the stop and took two steps back. 163TXT

"You've mistaken someone. Feng Zhiping said.

"Huh?" the palace maid was stunned.

"I said that you recognized the wrong person, I am not the prince of the Sword Marquis. Feng Zhiping was serious, swept his eyes, and gestured to the cloud opposite Feng Moxiu, "Do you see there?" That's right, it's the one of Master Sheng, he is my ancestor, my name is Sheng Taiyang, and I am currently the treasurer of Yuzhenfang in the capital, and the Marquis of the Sword greeted me because I am the Sheng family, not because I am the prince, understand?"

The palace maid nodded subconsciously, and shook her head vigorously: "No, you are..."

"I said yes!" Feng Zhiping turned around, "No need to follow, I'll just go over by myself." ”

"Shizi, Shizi!"

The palace maid was in a hurry, she couldn't care about elegance, and trotted with her skirt to chase after her, but where could she catch up with Feng Zhiping?

The commotion here attracted the attention of many people, and everyone watched, Feng Zhiping did not squint, and went straight to the cloud where Sheng Zhongzhang was standing, jumped up lightly, and hugged the old man's arm and put on a sweet and grinning smile.

"Maternal great-grandfather~!"

Then he lowered his head and raised his eyebrows proudly at the palace maid who didn't dare to come forward.

How could Sheng Zhongzhang not know his thoughts, waved away the palace maid, and squinted at Feng Zhiping.

"Bad boy, he used me as a shield. ”

Feng Zhiping had a bitter face: "No way, you are forced to be helpless, you must already know, save me~!"

"I can't save you, but I'm shielding..."

Sheng Zhongzhang patted Feng Zhiping's hand and looked at Feng Moxiu provocatively: "You just stand here, I see who dares to let you go!"

The corners of Feng Moxiu's eyes twitched, and he stared at Sheng Zhongzhang with big eyes for a long time, snorted heavily, glared at Feng Zhiping fiercely, and then retracted his gaze.

Feng Zhiping breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the old man was deflated, his heart blossomed, and he secretly said one thing to one thing, and admired with a shocked look: "The great-great-ancestor is mighty!"

didn't want to slap the horse's legs, didn't get a smile, but Sheng Zhongzhang gave him a cold look.

"Stand up honestly, stand up straight! What kind of system is pulling and pulling, don't you know how to lose face?

Feng Zhiping's head instantly grew big, and his face fell.

He just thought that Sheng Zhongzhang could protect him, but he forgot that his great-grandfather was the master of the most masterful son in the world, as long as he made a mistake, the emperor and King Zhan and other characters dared to train, and he stood up completely to hurt the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred.

Listening to the admonition of his maternal great-grandfather, not only could he not be impatient but also desperately put on a teachable expression on his face, Feng Zhiping poured bitter water in his heart, fortunately, it was not long, before he foamed at the mouth and fainted, the arrival of a group of people solved his dilemma.

The person who came was none other than King Zhan.

This is the first time Feng Zhiping has seen King Zhan, as imagined, King Zhan is tall and big, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his head is more exaggerated than that of Dada, and his aura is compelling when he walks, and the people around him salute him one after another, with an attitude of awe and humility, but he turns a blind eye, and his eyes are not turned, and it is rare for him to return the salute.

Feng Zhiping glanced at it twice and then withdrew his gaze, his heart trembling.

This is his father-in-law who has never passed the door, and the most terrifying thing is that Zhan Qianwu is still following behind.

There is no female dependent present today, Zhan Qianwu is the first one, Feng Zhiping really doesn't understand what she is going to do, come to say goodbye to Princess Yuehuang?

She said that she didn't kill the pony, she didn't believe it or what, as for watching it so closely?

Feng Zhiping retracted his gaze, Zhan Wang didn't, as soon as he came in, his eyes never left Feng Zhiping's body, his face was expressionless, and he walked straight to the cloud with Zhan Qianwu.

Can't hide.

Feng Zhiping sighed secretly, and bowed down with great spirits: "Feng Zhiping, goodbye..."

"Shanda. King Zhan looked away and bowed his head at Shengzhongzhang.

Sheng Zhongzhang bowed his head and saluted: "Lord Wang." ”

Feng Zhiping was so embarrassed that he put down his hand and peeked at Zhan Qianwu.

I thought that Zhan Qianwu could give some hints without helping, such as expressions and eyes, but it turned out that there was nothing, nothing, she didn't look at it at all, and hung her head slightly and said nothing.

Feng Zhiping was helpless, and looked at Sheng Zhongzhang for help, who knew that Sheng Zhongzhang and Zhan Wang Pan talked about him, as if they had forgotten him, and neither of them glanced at him.

What's the situation?

Feng Zhiping was beating a drum in his heart, and the strongman smiled uneasily and watched the two talking, carefully distinguishing King Zhan's expression, but he still didn't see anything.

In his mind, after King Zhan learned about that incident, he would either be aggressive and ask for the guilt when he met today, or he would call a virtuous son-in-law with a pleasant face, but who knew that King Zhan was talking to Sheng Zhongzhang as if he was nothing, completely ignoring him as air.

Feng Zhiping pondered and pondered, muttering secretly.

This should be angry, right?

If he weren't standing here as a big living person, how could he look like he wasn't looking?

And when he came over just now, he was obviously looking at himself, his eyes were very unkind, and he forcibly interrupted him when he asked for peace and didn't let him finish, which must have been angry.

But why didn't he ignore me?

In the way of my maternal great-grandfather, or...

Knock~knock~knock~~~~

Three drums suddenly sounded, and the force was heavy and long.

There was a sudden silence in the clouds, and the guests who were scattered everywhere to talk returned to their places, King Zhan and Sheng Zhongzhang said goodbye, glanced at Feng Zhiping intentionally or unintentionally, and took Zhan Qianwu to the opposite side, standing on the cloud on the left side of Feng Moxiu.

Feng Zhiping was solemn and solemn, bowing his head and standing respectfully.

A moment later, a white middle-aged eunuch came with a dust whisk in his hand, landed on the largest and highest cloud in the middle of the front, stood still on the side, shook the dust and put it on his left arm, and his voice was high-pitched.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"