"..." Zhu Ronghua looked at Shang Yaozu's red face and thought to himself that the masters of Shangshu Mansion have never knelt at the door for such a long time waiting for someone. Why are these sixteen princes so stupid and so arrogant?
Big!
She frowned slightly and bravely raised her head and said, "My wife has met the Sixteenth Prince and would like to respectfully ask the Sixteenth Prince to get off the carriage."
"..."
There was a clicking sound, which sounded like the sound of cracking a walnut shell, followed by a subtle chewing sound that reached the ears of the warrior with extraordinary hearing.
What's going on?
Everyone was wondering why the sixteen princes came to the door of their house but did not get off the carriage.
Could it be that he planned to stay in the carriage and eat nuts?
But even if you want to eat, you have to let them get up first!
Everyone cursed in their hearts, looking at the carriage with helpless resentment. Without the permission of the Sixteenth Prince, they did not dare to get up rashly, so they had to kneel on the cold bluestone road helplessly, lowering their eyes, silently greeting Feng Qingyang in their hearts.
Hundreds of times.
A quarter of an hour passed, and the people in the carriage were motionless.
Two quarters of an hour passed, and the carriage was still quiet.
Three quarters of an hour has passed... Could it be that the people in the carriage fell asleep?
An hour has passed!!!
For cultivators, it is not a problem to kneel on the cold bluestone for an hour or two. But what is terrible is that there are not many people who can really practice while kneeling on the ground. The so-called masters of the entire Shangshu Mansion
There are only three people, Shang Yaozu, Zhu Ronghua and his wife, and Shang Keyan who can cultivate enough to use their spiritual power to keep out the cold.
And their faces are also changing at this moment, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue and purple, it's so exciting.
"Sixteenth Prince, I and the entire family are here to respectfully invite you..."
Before he could finish his words, another series of long sounds of horse hooves came from the end of the long street.
"Drive! Horse, run quickly, don't keep Xi'er waiting too long..." A clear and sweet voice came from afar, and Shang Yaozu's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
They saw, in the howling cold wind, a handsome man wearing a light blue robe and wielding a thousand-year-old snakeskin whip, running towards them happily. Behind him, the cold-faced guard wooden shadow was like a moving air conditioner.
The machine exudes his light and coldness all the way.
Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!
After a while, two horses, one white and one black, appeared in front of everyone.
Seeing everyone hunkering down and kneeling on the ground like turtles, Feng Qingyang pointed at Shang Yaozu's nose and laughed: "Hahaha...a bunch of Shangchaizi!"
"……"What's the meaning?
The people kneeling on the ground looked at each other in confusion.
In the carriage, there was a low chuckle, like the spring breeze in February, cutting through everyone's astonishment like scissors. In an instant, the faces of the kneeling people were constantly changing like a palette, from the blank whiteness at the beginning to explosive
Hong, when he finally met Mu Ying's cold gaze, he suddenly became pale and weak again.
Even though everyone was dissatisfied with Feng Qingyang's mocking words, they did not dare to make a mistake in front of the cold-faced killer Muying.
Forbearance, each one of them did not dare to take any action other than silently holding back the anger in their hearts.
"Xi'er, am I a good king?"
Ignoring the miserable faces on the ground, Feng Qingyang lifted up his robe, jumped off the horse handsomely, walked straight to the carriage, opened the curtain, and exposed a row of neat, jade-like white teeth towards Chen Xi.
In the carriage, a woman holding a handful of nuts and eating them happily smiled back with a toothy smile and praised...