Feng Qingyu felt that he was being treated like a monkey by Feng Qingcang, and he felt very unhappy. He stood up suddenly, stared at him, and called him by his name, "Feng Qingcang, what do you mean! You really think that I am easy to bully.
Right?!"
There is great potential for a big fight.
Feng Qingcang knew the meaning of his words, and replied in a nonchalant manner, "Is this the tone in which you speak to me? If you feel tired of this place, the gate is right in front, and I don't mind ordering someone to guard it."
Throw it out."
Feng Qingyu gnashed his teeth in annoyance, this scheming fox! Not only is he scheming, but he has no moral character at all! He has no moral character at all! They both come from the same clan, how can there be such a big difference?
"Okay! With so many people watching, do you want others to laugh?" Feng Song stopped him dissatisfied.
Feng Qingyu was still angry.
Xin Mo'er felt that her move just now must have hurt him. Considering that he had treated her quite well before, she really couldn't disgrace him too much. She pulled him down and sat down again, and then took some chicken and duck.
When the fish meat was put into his bowl, he blinked his harmless eyes and said, "The dishes Liu Zhiwei cooks are not something you can taste every day. Uncle Emperor, please try it. It's very good. Don't waste it."
Feng Qingyu snorted coldly at Feng Qingcang, "Humph, if it weren't for Mo'er's sake, I would have dragged you into a big fight today."
Then he lowered his head, slowly put the vegetables Xin Mo'er picked into his mouth, chewed them carefully, and felt happy in his heart.
"Eat leisurely, but don't blame me for the discomfort in your body and bones." Feng Qingcang was eating by himself with a contented expression.
"Don't worry! I have a very strong body!" Feng Qingyu said as he ate big mouthfuls. If his belly wasn't too small, all the food on the table would have become his meal.
"Well..." Feng Qingyu suddenly covered his stomach, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, followed by a burst of abdominal pain, and then the feeling of defecation, which was the same sign as after eating at Prince Xu's Mansion last time.
Fengsong's expression changed and she looked at him nervously, "What's wrong, Jiu'er? What's wrong with you?"
Feng Qingyu gritted his teeth and glared at Feng Qingcang angrily, "You are playing dirty tricks again!"
Feng Qingcang did not look at him, but said to Feng Song, "Father, the Nine Emperors disciple is really weak. It seems that he must be sent back to the palace and asked to be treated by the imperial doctor immediately."
Feng Song didn't think about anything else and quickly ordered the guards to send Feng Qingyu back to the palace.
Feng Qingyu left Prince Xu's Mansion unwillingly. Until he returned to the palace, he didn't understand what happened to him. Could it be the vegetarian dishes in front of him? But Nangong Die, who was sitting next to him, also ate it.
She has no symptoms, so which joint is the problem?
He couldn't think of this problem without breaking his head, but since then, he has not come into contact with every plant, tree, tea or drink in Prince Xu's Mansion, for fear of being tricked by the sinister fox again.
Without Feng Qingyu in the hall, the atmosphere became much quieter.
Nangong Yun looked at Feng Qingcang in confusion, always feeling that his protection for Xin Moer was not just a father's protection for his daughter.
Feng Song glanced at Feng Qingcang, then at Nangong Yun, narrowed his eyes, and finally his eyes fell on Xin Mo'er, and said, "In half a month, it will be the Full Moon Festival, and the palace will be prosperous.
A grand event, Mo'er is not young anymore, how about I choose a good son-in-law for Mo'er?"
Nangong Yun's heart was so tight that he only had half a month left. Should he take a fierce offensive?
Feng Qingcang's hand holding the vegetables only paused for a second, then immediately returned to its original position, and leisurely put the vegetables into his bowl.
Xin Mo'er raised her head, her smooth forehead tightened, with a tangled look on her face, "Grandpa Huang, Mo'er is still young."
"Mo'er is not young anymore. She has already grown hair. It is time for her to get engaged. My princesses were betrothed as soon as they were born. Some of them were already married by the time they were fourteen or fifteen years old."
Xin Moer breathed a sigh of relief, luckily it was just an engagement, she thought the emperor really wanted her to get married right away.
What she doesn't know is that women in this era regard engagement as very important. Once engaged, they are equivalent to half a husband.
Nangong Die rarely made a sound at this time, listening to their conversation quietly. But her heart was already excited. She wished that the Full Moon Festival would come soon. No matter which man, as long as he could marry this little bitch, it would be fine.
When the atmosphere calmed down and there was no sound in the hall, a man dressed like a guard rushed into the hall and said to Feng Qingjue in panic, "Your Highness, please go and have a look! The Crown Princess..."
Xin Moer raised her lips. She remembered that this guard was one of the guards who had just sent Zuo Wan back to the Prince's Mansion.
Feng Qingcang didn't even look at the guard, and continued to chew the food slowly, with incomparable grace.
Feng Qing looked at him with no dissatisfaction and said sternly, "Finish the sentence."
The guard glanced at Feng Song and then at everyone present. He was feeling warm and sweaty, and big beads of sweat were pouring down from his forehead.
"What's going on?" Feng Song looked at him coldly and asked.
The guard felt that the emperor and the prince had the right to know about this matter. If he went later, the princess would only make an even bigger embarrassment, so he said, "When we return to the emperor, the prince suddenly got off the carriage halfway.
Then...then he took off his clothes on the street, ran all over the street, and when he met a man, he stepped forward and hugged him..."
The guard felt as if a cold gaze was going to cut him alive. His legs trembled, and he knelt down on the ground. He put his head to the ground and did not dare to raise his head for a long time.
Feng Qingjue knew clearly what kind of person Zuo Wan was. However, the guard's expression did not look like he was talking nonsense.
Zuo Wan was a dignified and decent Crown Princess in front of others, but behind his back, she always liked to use some insidious tricks. Protecting her reputation was tantamount to protecting her own reputation, so he ordered the maids and servants in the Prince's Mansion to
Everyone kept their mouths shut, and no rumors about the affairs of the house were allowed, otherwise they would be killed.
The slightly favored concubines in the backyard of his Prince's Mansion were either sent to remote impoverished mountain villages by her, or sold into brothels by her.
There were only two concubines who gave birth to his sons. She did not dare to do anything wrong, so she disfigured the two concubines and sent them to the cold courtyard without even a maid to serve them.
He saw all this and didn't stop her. As long as she didn't touch his bottom line, he could still tolerate it reluctantly. After all, she was the daughter of the prime minister. With her status there, she would still be useful to him in the future, but she
If he does something that is unworthy of him and causes him to lose face, he will not tolerate it!