Chapter 144: The Patriarch of the Feng Family, Feng Xi Zi [4]
"This... is naturally the head of the Feng family, the head of the Feng family. He is the eldest of the four young masters of the Feng family, and must also be the heir to the Feng family."
"Head of the Feng Family?" Mo Zhilan stood up with his fingers tightened, and stepped down gracefully from the throne step by step.
"When did the head of the Feng family become Feng Rui... Ai Qing is the Minister of Rites, but she doesn't even know who is the real head of the Feng family. I'm really surprised."
Qing Juan's body was getting closer and closer to him, and the danger behind Mo Zhilan's final voice made the Minister of Rites sweat break out on his forehead. Of course he knew that the head of the Feng family was Feng Xizi, but since that incident two years ago, there was no one who dared to do it.
The words Feng Xizi were mentioned in front of Mo Zhilan.
Feng Xizi has become a taboo in the palace. No one dares to say one more word, otherwise... the consequences will be quite serious.
Besides, Feng Xizi has been living in seclusion for the past two years, not knowing whether he is alive or dead. Who is the head of the Feng family if he is not Feng Rui?
Seeing Mo Zhilan's densely woven dragon robe in full view, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "I... I... I am ignorant..."
Standing in front of the Minister of Rites, Mo Zhilan held up the memorial and smiled warmly, "Let me tell you, the head of the Feng family is not Feng Rui, but..."
After a pause, his elegant lips pursed into a thin line, a touch of softness flashed deep in his eyes, and a steady voice said indifferently: "Feng, Xi, Zi."
After saying the three words "neither light nor serious", the Minister of Rites immediately nodded his head. No matter how slow he was, he knew that His Majesty was now furious, "I am guilty!"
Mo Zhilan looked down at the Minister of Rites, loosened his fingers, and the memorial fell directly to the ground.
As the heavy memorial fell to the ground, he had already walked towards the gate of Tai Chi Palace, leaving his last words lightly.
"Tell the Feng family that unless their head personally pleads with me, they will act in accordance with the imperial edict. If the Feng family dares to disobey the imperial order, I will never let them go -"
"I obey the decree!"
————Liu’er————
"What! How dare he say that!"
In the Lotus Garden of Canglang Villa, Feng Xizi looked at the letter sent by her elder brother in the fastest way and slapped the table angrily.
Damn Mo Zhilan!
He really dared to force her in this way!
Apologize in person?!
Let’s dream of his spring and autumn dreams!
Now she wished she could run far away from him and ask him to plead guilty to him in person. It was simply a dream.
"Little sister, please don't be angry first." Feng Jue looked at Feng Xizi's face turned pale with anger, and quickly gave her the teacup, comforting him: "Since things have become like this, it's better to think of countermeasures."
"Countermeasures?! What countermeasures are you thinking of? Do you really want me to personally buy the tools for his wedding?"
Feng Xizi sat on the chair and looked at the letter in her hand. The more she looked at it, the more angry she became. When she became angry, she tore the letter into pieces.
Feng Jue mourned for the innocent rice paper, "He is the emperor, and we are civilians. If the emperor wants his ministers to die, they have to die, let alone us?"
The letter fell on the carpet like snowflakes. Feng Xizi's beautiful eyes were burning with raging anger. He gritted his teeth and said: "If you want me to deal with him, I can't do it! He will kill him if he wants. I, Feng Xizi, am still afraid of him, Mo Zhi."
Lan can’t make it!”
If Mo Zhilan really dares to touch the Feng family, I'm afraid his good days will come to an end.
The influence of the Feng Family on Tian Che is unclear to others, but Mo Zhilan should know very well that if something happens to the Feng Family, the first person to panic is probably not Feng Xizi, but the Emperor!