The question about the achievements in the battle to exorcise demons lasted throughout the meal, but there were only two people involved in the conversation.
It was like a cross talk. The fourth prince and Murong Xue were very interested in it at first, but gradually developed this feeling.
Whether it is the Fourth Highness of the Dynasty or the Heavenly Lady of the Murong Mansion, they are all roles that are held in high esteem by the stars. How have they ever been treated like this?
The fourth prince took advantage of the break between the two brothers, one eating scorpions and the other drinking tea, to interject and ask: "The Yanbei Wind Sand Festival is about to begin, has the prince considered taking action?"
The Fengsha Festival is an alternative kind of sacrifice that will be held in various parts of the dynasty, but with different names. It is mainly a formal crowning ceremony for the younger generation. At that time, all people over the age of 16 in Yanbei will be present, and it will be held in the form of a martial arts debate.
Battle by name.
Fengqi is at the top of the romantic list. Not to mention Yanbei, even in the entire divine dynasty, there is no younger generation with higher combat power than him. The Fengsha Festival is really not interesting to him, and it is impossible for Yanbei's disciples to accuse him.
In his name, there is a high probability that he will not end up, so I ask this question.
Feng Qi thought about the guy he met in Saibei Langyuan and shook his head, "It depends on the situation."
The fourth prince was slightly startled, "Is it true that the crown prince will die?"
Feng Qi reiterated his answer, "It depends on the situation."
The fourth prince was shocked and thought, are you really planning to end up there?
Isn't this bullying?
Feng Yang patted Feng Qi on the side, "And my brother is going to end up too."
The fourth prince thought that there was an explanation.
It turned out that I wanted to take care of my second brother.
Feng Qi looked at him and knew that he was wrong, but he was too lazy to explain and asked Murong Xue instead, "Do you want to participate?"
Young people born in Yanbei are not allowed to participate in the Fengsha Festival. As long as you are in Yanbei, you can try your skills.
Of course Murong Xue is no exception. Originally, she really wasn't interested in the Wind and Sand Festival, but now that Feng Qi is here, she may encounter that little monster in the vast desert, so it's not a worthwhile trip.
Feng Qi said: "I advise you not to participate."
Murong Xue said: "What does it have to do with you?"
Feng Qi said: "If we don't make it into the top three by then, the Prime Minister's Office will look bad."
Murong Xue thought to herself, besides you and that little monster, who else in Yanbei could possibly be able to defeat me?
Feng Qi glanced at Feng Yang and chuckled without explaining.
Murong Xue frowned, "Don't say half words, it's disgusting."
Feng Qi said nonchalantly: "That's it for now, Miss Murong can do as she pleases."
Murong Xue was furious.
Feng Yang reminded: "If you don't eat it, it won't taste good after the sand scorpion sinks into the pot."
Murong Xue snorted coldly and left with a puff of sleeves.
Feng Yang was a little worried, wondering if his elder brother had gone too far.
Murong Xue had already left. When the fourth prince saw that it was getting late, Commander Hao must have become a little impatient waiting in the post house, so he also stood up and asked to leave.
Feng Qi said: "Shall I see you off?"
The fourth prince said: "No need."
Fengdian nodded, "It's okay, but it's not peaceful recently, so be careful on the way back."
The fourth prince said: "No matter how peaceful the situation is, if there is a sandstorm formation in Yanyun, what should we fear?"
After a pause, he said as if intentionally: "Murong Xuehui has a good heart. Marrying her does not mean I have wronged you."
Feng Qi knew that these words were not what he said to himself.
This tone is more likely to come from the prince.
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It was late at night when I returned to the house.
Feng Muyun was in the main hall, not sleeping yet, and Butler Fei was with him.
He was waiting for the wind to blow up and wanted to ask him about the engagement.
He always has some bad premonitions.
The so-called bad premonitions usually come true.
So when Feng Qi and Feng Yang returned to the house, their faces were ugly.
Feng Yang wisely hid behind Feng Qi.
"Father, what happened?" Feng Qi asked.
Feng Muyun stared into his eyes and asked word for word: "What happened today?"
Feng Qi finally understood the reason for his father's ugly expression, and said with a smile: "What else can this do? Murong Xue has always wanted to compete with me, so I can only follow her wishes. I am a guest from afar, and as the host, I have to take good care of you."
Feng Muyun was furious, "Then why did you use such a cruel move? Even in the clan competition, Dragon Shock is an absolutely forbidden move. Don't you know this? What if she doesn't follow? What if? What should you do if you don't control your strength? You act arbitrarily and you are still complacent in front of me?"
Feng Qi thought to himself that this was a bit unreasonable.
After all, Murong Xue is ranked sixth on the romantic list. It is difficult for ordinary strong people to compete with her. If they hold back on everything, won't it be very troublesome to win?
Yes, it's just troublesome, not insurmountable.
Even with her hands tied, Murong Xue was not enough in his eyes.
Feng Muyun made some accusations and felt that the anger in his heart had subsided a little, and asked: "What do you think about the marriage to Murong Mansion?"
This is what Feng Qi fears most.
He touched his nose and said inarticulately: "How can I see...or...forget it?"
Butler Fei's eyes became deeper.
Feng Yang suddenly regretted why he didn't just go back to the inner courtyard after returning home.
Feng Muyun's voice rose three times, "What did you say?"
Feng Qi gritted his teeth and said, "I really don't have that interest in her."
Feng Muyun was finally sure that what was going on was not an auditory hallucination, and his face turned dark, "You traitor! I have really spoiled you since you were a child. Do you dare to say anything?"
Feng Qi thought to himself, isn’t this what you are asking?
"My parents' orders and the matchmaker's words are indeed good, but I'm not interested in someone who likes someone else."
Feng Muyun said: "It's not a romance book, how can there be so many happy couples?"
Feng Qi said: "Even so, we can't be separated. Everything is going well with our family. If we really get married, wouldn't we just be quarreling all day long?"
Feng Muyun suddenly said: "Do you know who is behind this marriage?"
Feng Qi sarcastically said: "The emperor is amazing, isn't he?"
Feng Muyun scolded: "You bastard! Do you want to overthrow the world?"
Feng Yang saw that the situation was a bit tense and wanted to offer some words of advice.
Butler Fei coughed twice.
Feng Yang had no choice but to give up.
Feng Qi said: "Father, I want to go to Xueyun Sect."
Feng Yang had known about this for a long time and had no reaction.
Butler Fei touched his big belly and felt that things were getting a little troublesome.
Feng Muyun pointed at Feng Qi's nose and said three words "you" in succession, but in the end he still couldn't figure out the reason.
There is wind blowing in the hall.
The vitality is slightly swaying.
A sharp energy appeared.
There was a sharp sword with cold light in Feng Qi's hand. The sword was three feet three feet long, and the sword's body was as clear as a mirror.
Feng Muyun saw his ugly face in the mirror.
This treacherous son actually used the Yuanfu Yun sword!
Then wouldn’t this sword become his destiny?
Isn't this nonsense?
"I know it's unfilial not to discuss this matter with my father, but the opportunity is right in front of me and I want to give it a try."