After ten minutes, the prince banquet opened again.
"In the past two days, Miss Feng Qi watched the trial of the hero conference. What do you think?"
"Feel?"
Why did the prince suddenly ask this question and what can I think? It is more spicy and brutal than on the martial arts field. Life is on this stage.
Today, I have a bowl of people to eat people's hearts, presumably the prince already knows, why is there still this question?
"Talk about it." The Prince's Banquet took the wine glass and gave it to her lips. She still stayed on the cheeks of Fengxunlou, waiting for her to talk about the feelings of the two days of watching the war.
"In order to win and the holy place, these warriors regarded their lives as a martial arts. There was no fierce heart in Lulou. I was afraid that in the martial arts field, it was not as good as anyone, but I couldn't get a ruthless hand." Feng Yilou answered.
"Haven't thought about retreat?" The prince asked again.
Retreating, what retreat, things have reached this part, there is still any retreat at all. For Fengjiazhuang, Fengye Tower has been out.
"In order to go up and down in Fengjiazhuang, Fengxunlou has no retreat to leave. Even if the martial arts is in danger, Yilou will not retreat. As for the result, it depends on the number of robberies in Fengjiazhuang."
When Feng Yilou said this, the prince's banquet frowned slightly. After the wine in the cup entered the throat, the voice was deep.
"If I give you a retreat, do you want it?"
"Prince Essence to retreat to Lulou?" Feng Yanlou was surprised to say that the Prince's banquet suddenly said. The current form is difficult to ride a tiger. What retreat can he give Fengxianlou?
But he was a prince, how could he talk about it, and said that if he did not participate in the fighting of the family, how could he be reversed and let the Wujing Chaoge and the field laughter.
The prince feasting Junlang's eyes narrowed slightly, and filled the wine glass, and then a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.
"When I saw the streets on the streets of Kyoto, I knew that Miss Feng Qi was not only kind -hearted, but also extraordinary skills. It is absolutely no problem to participate in the hero meeting to enter the finals, but ... even if you are good, in the rematch, you are all desperate masters of death.
How can you resist a woman? "
"Shulou does not understand the meaning of the prince, even if the master of the rematch is like Yun, how can Yulou retreat?
Feng Yanlou thinks that the prince is really strange. If Feng Yilou is a person who is greedy for death and is afraid of death, he will not enter the imperial city of Wujing. The prince can give her her waist card.
Cheng Quanfengjiazhuang?
When the prince listened to Lulou, he nodded, and the admiration appeared in his eyes. This is a woman who is charming and more firm than a man.
The two came out.
"I have a way to help you, and you don't have to participate in the final competition. After tomorrow, you can withdraw from the way." The prince was still laughing, and he smiled very confident.
"What is the way?"
Feng Yilou heard the words in the words, and it was very interesting. He opened his eyes immediately. Speaking of which, she was not doing this thing, and the killing was taboo.
It ’s what the holy place, what martial arts is ultimate, and what does it have to do with Miss Feng Qi, let alone the Holy Land still has evil dragons and Chu Mozhang. She really does not want to be involved in their disputes.
If there is no crisis, Feng Zhilou will take Xiao Longzi, who will only meet for three years and six months, to live in seclusion and live a life of half human and half monster.
The prince took out another wine glass, filled it, and handed it to Feng Zhilou.
"Let's have a drink."
The prince actually asked Zhilou to have a drink with him?
"Well, this is not so good. This is the imperial city. You are the prince and I am a commoner's daughter. It would be inappropriate to drink together..." Zhilou smiled reluctantly and thought, if you have any good ideas, just say it directly.
Now, what kind of wine do you want to drink? Aren't you afraid that Miss Feng Qi will drink so much that she will drink him down and be embarrassed if he can't get up?
"Ha ha!"
The prince suddenly laughed, as if he found Zhilou's words very interesting. He put down his wine glass and looked at her with squinted eyes: "If you were my beloved concubine, tell me, are you still an ordinary civilian girl?
How come you are not qualified to drink with me? If any of the crown princes of your dynasty dare to touch Fengjiazhuang, isn't this a way to avoid the competition and change your identity? "
puff!
Crown Princess?
This is another big anecdote that Fengzhilou heard today. The previous one was about Chu Moshang, Nirong Zhi, and the Dragon of the Holy Land, but now it was about herself. She was not prepared at all, and her whole person was petrified.
There.
Crown Princess, it was truly said from the prince's mouth that he called her that, it turned out that he had a great intention.
"The prince really likes to joke."
Feng Zhilou pinched her thigh, reminding herself, how can such a great thing happen in the world? A commoner woman, who was once called a good-for-nothing concubine Seventh Miss, was attracted by the majestic prince.
Want to marry her as a concubine? Even if I beat her to death, she wouldn’t believe it.
"Just kidding, do you think I am a casual joker?"
After finishing speaking, Prince Yan picked up the scroll on the table, slowly unfolded it, and turned to Zhilou. Zhilou opened his eyes wide and looked at it intently. He was speechless for a long time.
This painting is of a beautiful woman. The painter is much better than the painter of Princess Liluo. It can be said that the painting is meticulous and the characters are vivid, as if they are about to step out of the painting. Of course, what surprises Feng Zhilou is not how good the painter is.
, but the face of the beauty in the painting.
Isn't this Miss Feng Qi?
He glanced at it and then looked at it again. Who else could she be? She was just dressed in a rich and luxurious outfit, wearing the clothes of a palace concubine. Feng Zhilou subconsciously touched her cheek. Unexpectedly, she was still pretty after being dressed up.
.
Facing such a picture, Feng Zhilou stared at it for a few times before his face suddenly turned red.
"Prince...this is?"
"White clouds come and go in the green mountains, and I am happy with wine. I have been romantically involved for twenty years, how can I be laughed at for being drunk? Fengzhi Tower, since the first time I saw it on the streets of Wujing, I have dreamed about the person in the painting for three days in a row. She is graceful and graceful with her phoenix crown and rosy cape."
It's so moving. I started drawing it today, and when I unfolded it, I woke up from a dream."
When I first woke up from a big dream, it was clear that the prince had selfish desires.
"This, this method?" Feng Zhilou shook her head. She suddenly couldn't figure out her thoughts. She didn't want to compete or kill people. She also wanted to save Fengjiazhuang. The only way was to marry the prince?
But.......
Feng Zhilou raised her eyes. She got married more than a month ago. Doesn't Prince Yan know this fact?