Feng Qingyang said, a few people walked out of the small courtyard, and as soon as they arrived at the gate of the palace, Feng Qingyang became playful again: "Butler, where is the king's chicken?"
Butler Khan: "..."
The corners of Chen Xi's lips twitched: "Your Majesty, it's getting late. Are you sure you want to carry a chicken into the palace?"
Feng Qingyang blinked innocently: "Isn't it possible?"
"Can't!"
"Oh, okay."
With the help of the housekeeper, they both got into the carriage.
The coachman flicked his whip, and the magnificent and luxurious carriage began to run.
Chen Xi's little face wrinkled up, and she watched helplessly as Feng Qingyang sat closer and closer to her, and finally tried to hug her.
She reflexively avoided Master X's wolf attack and glared: "What are you going to do?"
Even a fool can be lustful?
"Xi'er, let me hug you."
"No!" Sister refused to hug the fool.
A certain woman's resolute eyes were filled with disdain. The next second, after hearing the words of the person she despised, her entire face turned the color of pig liver.
All I heard was that Feng Qingyang said with great grievance: "But in the past, when I went out, I was always holding chickens. If you don't let me hold chickens, and you don't let me hold you, then what are you holding?
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With his mouth flattened in grievance, Chen Xi really wanted to hit a wall when the unparalleled handsome man made such an adorable and teeth-gnashing expression.
She gritted her teeth: "You mean... girl, I'm a chicken?"
"..." Feng Qingyang blinked her beautiful eyes and nodded weakly.
Chen Xi is angry!
Feng Qingyang said in a low voice: "Xi'er, let me tell you, the chicken is my best friend, and Xi'er is also my best friend."
"..." Beat your chest! Vomit blood! Vomit blood!
But - why, she was obviously so angry that she was half dead, but why couldn't she get angry?
There is only one reason for this: these two guys in front of me are so cute!
He was obviously saying ridiculous words that were infuriating and worthless, but unfortunately, his expression was so innocent and pure.
Those pure peach blossom eyes read: "Xi'er, I have a low IQ. You can't argue with people with low IQs."
Chen Xi took a deep breath and secretly told himself: Yes! Grandma, I am a generous person, and I am a thief with a high IQ! I will never argue with a fool.
Turning her head, she felt half sick in her heart, but she had to turn her gaze outside the carriage to distract herself by watching the scenery on the roadside.
"Xi'er, what are you looking at?"
The fool leaned her head over, and the unique fragrance of clear spring filled her nose. For some reason, the depression in her heart seemed to be diluted by this refreshing fragrance, and she suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
The carriage passed by the market, and people were coming and going outside the carriage, which was very lively.
As soon as they saw Feng Qingyang's carriage appearing, they all spontaneously retreated to both sides of the road to make way for the middle road, and greeted each other one after another: "Hello, Your Majesty, the Sixteenth Prince!"
"Good morning, Prince Sixteen!"
"..." Feng Qingyang giggled and did not say hello to them, but those people looked at him without any trace of dissatisfaction or embarrassment.
It's like, no matter how stupid or stupid the idiot in front of them is, they are the irreplaceable gods in their hearts. They are very satisfied to be able to see the gods in their hearts and say good morning to him.
Chen Xi's eyes retracted from the smiling face outside the car and fell thoughtfully on Feng Qingyang's body.