"She is my husband's Li'er, I will not admit my mistake!" After struggling for a long time, Master Feng stood up and remained angry.

"The Grand Master can leave." Jun Mobai leaned over and rubbed Mu Li's temples lightly, staring at the coldness in Tai Master Feng's eyes.

Master Feng was shocked. He was so bullying! How could I not recognize my own daughter?

He moved two steps to the door and retreated, "How can King Zhan let Li'er return to Feng Mansion?"

Listening to Master Feng's slightly lowered tone, Jun Mobai slightly put away the coldness of his body, but his tone was still cold: "Master should understand that your eldest daughter has died in the barren mountain and was burned to death.

If King An’s fiancée is not dead and uses her concubine as a concubine’s concubine, how will the emperor think of the Feng family?”

Master Feng took two steps back, was stunned for a long time, and turned around and left. It seemed that this matter must be discussed for a long time.

"Li'er, it's okay, but you have to lie on the couch for a while?" Jun Mobai looked at Mu Li, who was trembling, with pity in his eyes, and his heart was full of grief.

Mu Li calmed down a lot and leaned half on Jun Mobai, making her feel inexplicably stable. This feeling was like, like a master, yes, what about the master?

She looked up at him in a daze, as if she wanted to see some clues from his mixed emotions.

"Prince, please sit down aside." Mu Li pushed him away, his tone of a stiff tone.

Even though Jun Mobai was reluctant to leave, he did not dare to make his Lier angry, so he had to sit down as he said.

"Since the prince knows Mu Li's identity, can he know the master?" Mu Li stared at him, staring at him and said.

Jun Mobai lit the hand on the table three times. This movement was very familiar to Mu Li's eyes.

"Mu Li, whom I know, is the legitimate daughter of Feng Mansion. She was born and was appointed as the master of the Saint of Xuanji. However, I am not familiar with this Saint of Xuanji." Jun Mobai did not look at her, looked at his hands, casually

road.

Mu Li stared at his fair hands and couldn't help but feel the urge to break it apart.

"Your Majesty, can you know Mu Li's elder brother, Feng Muze?" Mu Li looked at it for a while and said again.

Jun Mobai: Why didn’t Li’er speak according to the routine? Shouldn’t you continue to ask the master?

"I have heard of it, but I don't know him, but King An's concubine is the concubine's daughter of Feng Mansion. What is my name? I didn't pay attention to it." Jun Mobai was a little deliberate and focused on Princess Wang An's concubine.

"This Mu Li knows that King An had an engagement with me. Since I am dead, the empress in the palace is unwilling to accept it. Even if the lady of Fengfu does not marry King An, she will be King Li, King Ming, and as for the official concubine, she will be Prince Li and Prince Ming.

It doesn’t matter if it’s still a concubine.” Mu Li’s eyes were cold, and his words were calm without any slight turbulence.

"Why, the lady from Feng Mansion can't marry me?" Jun Mobai was a little angry, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, with some sarcastic expression.

"The King of War also wants to marry a concubine's sister as his concubine?" Mu Li was a little puzzled. Feng Muxin was so popular?

Jun Mobai glared at her and became even more angry: "That girl, I don't look down on you!"

"Ah, Mu Li has no sister anymore. It seems that the prince can't get along with the Feng Mansion gate." Mu Li said seriously, as if he understood him very much and was sorry for him.

"I am a sleptus and I like the beauty of Longyang. Today, the ministers saw it in the court. I like the little master of Lifeng Restaurant." Jun Mobai suddenly approached, stared at her, and said with gritted teeth.

Mu Li was so scared that he hid back, and the chair made a 'squeak' sound.

Seeing that the chair was about to fall to the ground, Jun Mobai grabbed her hand, held the chair, and then covered her thin lips.

The shopkeeper pushed the door and came in to deliver pastries. By chance, he saw the well-known Prince Zhan, who was holding his master, his face against his face, his lips and lips actually met.

He was so scared that he quickly retreated and closed the door. Oh my God, this is so scary. The broken sleeve body that was spreading on the street was actually real!

As the door rang, Mu Li came to his senses, raised his hand, and slapped Jun Mo's white shoulder with a "slap", awakening himself and awakening the other party.

She originally wanted to slap her in the face, but unfortunately, someone wore a mask and was a little taller, so Mu Li gave up inexplicably.

"Li'er, this is wrong with me. Things will not happen again today." Jun Mobai stood up and stood up.

Mu Li's heart was filled with some loss and soon returned to peace.

Jun Mobai sat back on the other side of the tea table, his eyelids slightly restrained, as if he had made a big mistake.

Mu Li didn't say anything, and the room became quiet.

Seeing the sun set, the shopkeeper was anxious downstairs. Why didn't this master come out yet?

He was really worried that such a good master was actually ruined by the cold-blooded and ice-killed King of War. His heart was broken for countless times.

The shopkeeper was wandering downstairs, and with a squeak, the door of the house upstairs opened. He looked again and said, "It was not Prince Zhan, who else could it be? I just saw that he lowered his head slightly, and he was a little unhappy.

Are you tired?

Bah, Bah, I'm thinking too much!

But after staying in the house for most of the day, maybe I was really tired.

The shopkeeper began to feel sad for the master again. The poor master's body, hey, I'm suffering. Who said that he is the Prince of War? Just hearing the name makes people frightened, let alone being ravaged by him.

When the master thought of his white cheeks, the shopkeeper was a little anxious. Could it be that the master was crying in the room?

Seeing Prince Zhan leaving the back of the restaurant, the shopkeeper couldn't help but go upstairs.

Mu Li was sitting leisurely eating pastries, but his eyes were cold, but nothing was different.

"Uncle Zhang, why are you here? But there are too many diners downstairs and you can't get busy?" Mu Li said in surprise.

The shopkeeper looked around and sniffed his nose inadvertently, as if he didn't find anything wrong, "Master, the official who came in before did not make things difficult for you, right?"

"Official Master? Is Tai Tai Master Feng? I, Li Feng, have no grudges with him, but I just want to invite me to the mansion to take charge and make home-cooked dishes for the old lady in the mansion. It is not worth making any trouble." Mu Li thought he said Tai Feng.

The teacher found a reason at will.

The shopkeeper was sweating a little coldly: That master is actually Master Feng.

"Then King of War, is there any trouble for the master?" He was still worried. As an elder or as a shopkeeper, he should care about the master.

"King of War? Why did he make things difficult for me?" Mu Li was puzzled. Does she seem to be bullied?

The shopkeeper's complete bet, "Why"? The master's words contain mystery. It seems that the master is really the one who has been ravaged.

When the prince of War comes in the future, he has to ask his friends to serve him carefully, otherwise he will be angry with him and the master will suffer.

The rumors on the street have been confirmed. Alas, I pray that the War King can be better to the master.

Although I can't accept it, my arms can't twist my thighs. Master, poor master, no matter how much money I earn, I am still bullied. As the shopkeeper thought about it, he burst into tears and choked up inexplicably.
Chapter completed!