Feng Qianchen did not refute Jiao Xiaoliu's words, but sighed, "I am currently troubled both internally and externally."
Jiao Xiaoliu hooked Feng Qianchen's neck with his hands and rested his head on his shoulder, "It would be great if you weren't the prince, so we can find a place to settle down." After a pause, "I'm very lazy.
So when you encounter such troublesome things, you will involuntarily want to escape, so don't mind it."
"I know, silly girl, after I help my father get all this done, I'll ask my father to give me a fiefdom. Let's stay away from all this right and wrong, and let you be a happy landowner. Do you agree?"
"Feng Qianchen's hand gently stroked Jiao Xiaoliu's head.
The two of them just cuddled together quietly, forgetting the time.
"Senior sister..."
Dongli rushed into the room as if he hadn't seen the two people.
"Can I be with you? I don't want to leave here. I have very important things to do here."
After Dong Li said these words nonchalantly, he felt a little thirsty, so he put down the folding fan in his hand, picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.
Just as he put the tea to his lips, someone grabbed his wrist.
"You have to knock on the door before entering other people's rooms, don't you know?" Feng Qianchen said coldly.
Dong Li snorted indifferently, loosened his hand holding the teacup, and the teacup fell vertically. He reached down with his other hand to catch it, drank the tea into his mouth, and then slowly spoke, "
It’s okay if I don’t knock on my senior sister’s door.”
Feng Qianchen's murderous aura rushed toward Dongli. Dongli didn't take precautions. His chest felt tight and he almost vomited out blood.
Dongli forced down the blood that was constantly churning in his internal organs, but his face still turned pale instantly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
"Qianchen..."
Jiao Xiaoliu called out, and Feng Qianchen immediately took back his intimidating momentum, "I don't care who you are, but you'd better restrain yourself in front of me." Feng Qianchen's voice was cold, making Dong Li tremble.
Got a shiver.
"Did you hear that?"
Feng Qianchen exerted force on his hands. Dongli's handsome face became a little distorted due to the pain in his wrists. Beads of sweat fell down on his forehead in large drops. The tea cup held in his other hand made a "pop" sound.
Fell to the ground.
Dongli nodded with difficulty, "I, I understand."
"Hmph." Feng Qianchen shook off his hand, "Whatever Xiaoliu asks you to do, you'd better just go and don't negotiate any conditions."
Dong Li used his other hand to rub the wrist that Feng Qianchen pinched just now and "hissed" a few times with an aggrieved look on his face, "But I really have something to hide, otherwise I wouldn't have come to see Senior Sister."
Jiao Xiaoliu raised his eyebrows, "Didn't Master ask you to come and congratulate me on my marriage?"
"Yes!" Dongli replied decisively, "But the master has other things to tell me, so I really can't leave here."
"What's the matter?" Jiao Xiaoliu tilted his head and stared at Dongli. "Master has lived in seclusion for many years and has no interest in worldly affairs. What matters can she ask you to handle?"
Dong Li still rubbed his already red wrist, looked at Feng Qianchen warily, and at Jiao Xiaoliu who looked suspicious, gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, "Master said she once owed the royal family of Xuan Kingdom a
I am a favor, so let me protect Feng Ruixuan, the master said that Feng Ruixuan will be killed recently."
