I could hear the shouts of the coachman in the distance, and the horsewhip was whipping loudly as it came in a hurry. The carriage was like a man-eating tiger, and everyone avoided it wherever it went.
The guards guarding both sides of the carriage were all arrogant and looked at people with their nostrils.
So arrogant! So majestic!
Reincarnation is indeed a technical job.
She is also a woman, and her life is so chic.
Look at her again, she's so miserable.
Feng Qingchen saw it from a distance, shook his head and stood aside obediently.
In this country, there is no shortage of such domineering dandies at any time. They all think that they are crabs and have a powerful father, so they walk sideways, treating human life like grass and trampling on them at will.
Don't blame her for always bringing up the issue of human life. As a doctor, this is her occupational disease.
In her heart, the most sacred thing is human life, but the people she meets are all a group of guys who don't take human life seriously.
The carriage roared past Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen did not look at the people in the carriage, but the people in the carriage saw her.
"Stop, stop..." A woman's voice came from the carriage. Although the coachman was arrogant, he did not dare to be disrespectful to the owner of the carriage. Upon hearing this order, he immediately pulled the reins.
There was a creak...the horse roared, its front hooves raised high in the air, as if it was about to overturn the carriage.
Fortunately, both the driver and the horse were well-trained. The driver pulled hard and the horse calmed down, and the carriage stopped safely.
The guards on both sides immediately surrounded the carriage to prevent others from getting close. People on both sides of the street knelt down one by one.
"See princess, thousand years old thousand years old thousand years old..."
In the entire street, apart from the guards, Feng Qingchen was the only one standing there, which was particularly awkward.
No way, she didn't have the servility to kneel down whenever she saw a royal person.
Scanning his eyes at the people on both sides, Feng Qingchen found that he was the only one standing. Feng Qingchen hesitated for a moment and was about to kneel down.
But at this moment, a girl in a blue riding costume jumped out of the carriage, then took a step forward and walked towards Feng Qingchen.
The girl is charming and charming, with a sense of superiority and arrogance in every move she makes. She holds a golden whip in her hand, giving her a somewhat barbaric air.
Snapped!
A whip struck the ground, leaving a deep white mark on the bluestone floor.
Feng Qingchen saw this posture and knew that the other party was targeting her.
Because this woman is Princess Anping, the younger sister of Dongling Ziluo.
A woman who is favored by heaven, a woman who is arrogant and rude in both words and deeds.
Sure enough, when Princess Anping saw Feng Qingchen's calm expression, a flash of annoyance flashed across her face, and she said unkindly: "Feng Qingchen, you didn't kneel down when you saw me."
kneel?
Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and then looked like he suddenly realized something.
She should indeed kneel down when she sees a royal person. Since she lives in this world, she must abide by the rules of this world. Anyway, her knees are not gold.
Without any psychological pressure, Feng Qingchen slowly bent his knees and knelt down:
"Qingchen meets Princess Anping. The princess is a thousand years old."
Kneel, what you kneel on is your knees, not your heart. Feng Qingchen kneels very simply, without any discomfort.
Looking at Feng Qingchen kneeling in front of her, for some reason, Princess Anping was not happy at all. She could not see humility or respect in Feng Qingchen's eyes.
She clearly remembered that Feng Qingchen always shrank when he saw her. Before he could speak, his eyes turned red and he knelt down at her feet tremblingly. Today, Feng Qingchen seemed very unusual...
"Feng Qingchen, you..." Princess Anping called out, but she didn't know what to say for a long time.
Those words that insulted Feng Qingchen before could not be said out loud today.
"Qingchen is here." Feng Qingchen responded calmly, looking towards the unknown front.
He was obviously kneeling at her feet, but she was not in his eyes. Princess Anping was so angry that she gritted her teeth and swung the whip in her hand towards Feng Qingchen without thinking.
However, as soon as he raised the whip, Feng Qingchen's voice without any trace of panic came: "Princess, if you whip the whip in public, you will lose your grace."
Feng Qingchen just said it casually and didn't think it had any effect.
She felt that she had been punished by the whipping today.
It wasn't that she didn't want to resist, but when she saw the guards behind Princess Anping, Feng Qingchen decided that a good girl would not suffer the immediate consequences.
Being whipped by Princess Anping is better than fighting with these guards.
Her reputation... has hit rock bottom, but she can't break it!
Unexpectedly, Princess Anping hesitated with these unintentional words.
It seems that in another month, the prince of Xiling, Xiling Tianlei, will come to Dongling to choose his concubine.
It is said that Xiling Tianlei had a very high vision. He couldn't find a princess who satisfied him in Xiling, so he went to various countries to look for her.
After searching several countries, he still couldn't find the woman he liked. At this critical moment, she couldn't ruin her reputation.
If she is chosen by Xiling Tianlei, doesn't that mean that she is the most outstanding woman in the mainland!
Princess Anping rolled her eyes and said, "If you can't do it in public, then you can do it somewhere else!"
Humph... Although Brother Ziluo said not to kill Feng Qingchen, when you get to the palace, you can't do whatever the princess wants to do with you. Anyway, as long as you don't play to death, it doesn't count as disobeying Brother Ziluo's order.
Princess Anping glared at Feng Qingchen, put away her whip unwillingly, and kicked Feng Qingchen in the direction:
"Feng Qingchen, during the Peach Blossom Festival on March 3rd, I will host a banquet to enjoy the flowers. Remember, you must be there."
After Feng Qingchen's accident, she was like a tortoise. She had been hiding in Feng Mansion and never came out. Several ladies used different tricks to send messages to Feng Qingchen, inviting her to go on a trip to enjoy flowers, etc., but they couldn't get in.
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Now, when Princess Anping encounters this opportunity, of course she will not let it go.
March 3rd is not so much a flower appreciation feast as a banquet to humiliate Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen didn't know Princess Anping's thoughts. Although she was reluctant, she still nodded.
Alas, I didn’t expect that I escaped temporarily, but there would be more trouble later!
After getting the answer she wanted, Princess Anping was very happy. She felt that she had done the right thing by being a little temperamental today and returning to the palace early.
She whipped her whip towards the open space next to Feng Qingchen again. Seeing Feng Qingchen shrink back, Princess Anping smiled even more happily. With a silver spirit-like laughter, she stepped onto the carriage and drove towards the palace.
As soon as Princess Anping got on the car, Feng Qingchen stood up, patted the dust on her skirt, and walked towards Feng Mansion before anyone could react.
As soon as he arrived at the door of Feng Mansion, he saw the young man he had rescued today standing at the door of her house holding a cage containing a dead snake.
Likewise, within a hundred meters outside the Feng Mansion, there were countless maids and servants wandering around. Several of them saw Feng Qingchen appearing and immediately stepped forward and handed Feng Qingchen an extremely delicate invitation:
"Miss Feng, my lady invites you to enjoy the flowers tomorrow."
"Miss Feng, my lady invites you to have tea the day after tomorrow."
"Miss Feng, my lady invites you to participate in the poetry party."
"Miss Feng, my lady invites you to visit the garden with us."
…
Looking at the pile of rouge-scented invitations in front of her, Feng Qingchen's lips slightly raised, half mockingly and half jokingly.
These women really want to go together. I really don’t know what is going on in their minds. Do they think that humiliating her with a few words can force her to die?
She really doesn't want to deal with such low-level methods. Don't these women have more clever methods?
Feng Qingchen suppressed the irritability in her heart and accepted all these invitations.
Although the technique is poor, it has to be said that the effect will still be there. There is no good banquet, and one cannot refuse them all, but Feng Qingchen understands this.