They didn't dare to be her guardians, not because they were afraid of her
I think she, Murong Wushuang, is only an eleven-year-old boy now, yet she frightens them so much
The best of these two princes is obviously not someone who can do great things.
It seems that the national destiny of the Proud Dragon Kingdom will not last long!
"Xiu'er, what do you think?!"
Feng Zhonghe's eyes faintly passed over his two sons and fell on Feng Manxiu.
Although the performance of his two sons was within his expectations, he was still a little disappointed.
Compared to the prince of another country who came to be a hostage, his two sons were really inferior.
Feng Manxiu shrugged his shoulders and his eyes lazily fell on Murong Wushuang.
"My son and Prince Murong have a good rapport. Anyway, there are many houses in my Prince An Yi's Mansion. It won't be a big deal if there are a few more people living there. Why not let him live in my Prince An Yi's Mansion to save the trouble, Xiu'er is usually lonely!
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"Well!"
There was finally a smile in Feng Zhonghe's eyes. He looked at Feng Manxiu gently and spoke lightly.
"Sister, I will leave this little prince to your care! The proud dragon and phoenix spirit cooperate sincerely. You must also take good care of this little prince! If nothing else matters, retire from the court!"
Murong Wushuang's spiked football was kicked into Feng Manxiu's goal
The ministers shouted long live, knelt down and saluted before exiting the Yanglong Hall.
The two princes walked up to Feng Manxiu
"Sixth brother, you must take good care of this little prince!"
Feng Mantian smiled very ambiguously, and his words contained hints.
Feng Manlou snorted coldly at him, gently held Feng Manxiu's shoulders and leaned into his ear.
"Sixth brother, be careful. Don't let this kid take advantage of you. If something happens, don't say that I didn't warn you, fourth brother!"
"I know that both royal brothers are doing this for my own good!"
Feng Manxiu yawned lazily, then raised his hand to hold Murong Wushuang's wrist.
"I'm so sleepy, Wushuang, let's go!"
Murong Wushuang lightly shook off his palm, turned around and walked out of the palace door.
Feng Manxiu smiled at the two royal brothers and then took steps to catch up.
Looking at the two people leaving, disdain flashed through Feng Manlou and Feng Mantian's eyes at the same time.
Obviously, the two people had a rare unified view on Feng Manxiu, who was incompetent but deeply loved by the emperor.