851. Chapter 851 Mother, can you sing Little Star 9
Dark light shone in Feng Qingyang's eyes. He bent down and picked up the silk handkerchief.
Looking at the nostalgia in Zhuang Hao's eyes, the hand holding the handkerchief tightened, and a dangerous voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Where did it come from?"
"..." Zhuang Hao glanced at him contemptuously, turned away, and did not answer.
The darkness in Feng Qingyang's eyes deepened, and the hand holding the handkerchief paused, and the pink silk handkerchief, like a girl's thoughts, was crushed into fly ash in his palm.
The sinister eyes made people shudder.
"Zhuang Hao, you asked for this!"
The purple-red eyes were full of rage, condensing on Zhuang Hao's body. The dying man on the ground looked like a scarecrow on fire.
The burning flames illuminated Feng Qingyang's cold eyes.
Under those eyes was the reflection of Zhuang Hao and Chen Xi sitting together and studying medical books in the past.
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"Twinkles and twinkles, the sky is full of little eyes, peeking at Xiaoqian shining brightly, it seems like there are many... Hey, the prince's palace? It's here!"
The haphazardly adapted song suddenly stopped, and the bright moonlight stretched the small black shadow into a long one, blending into the big tree beside it.
He slipped into the palace of singing and dancing.
He was so excited that he didn't notice that Chen Xi behind him frowned when he looked at the majestic palace.
Such powerful spiritual pressure!
She wanted to call back the little Qiansi, who was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, but the excited little guy, who was like a loach, rushed into the palace in the blink of an eye.
Chen Xi had no choice but to take a black veil from the space ring to cover his face, and followed him in quietly.
Magnificent palaces, beauties like clouds, singing and dancing birds.
In the center of the main hall, the prince sat upright, holding a bronze wine glass in his hand. He stood up respectfully and said to a brown-robed man sitting on his left: "Master, come, come, I'd like to toast you a drink."
The prayer beads flowed in Li Shuang's hands, one by one, neither slowly nor slowly.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes as deep as the sea paused on Feng Junchen's flattering face, and said quietly: "A monk, don't drink!"
"Then, I will offer tea instead of wine to honor the Imperial Master!"
Feng Junchen put down the wine glass, picked up the tea cup that was idle on one side, and said respectfully to Li Shuang: "Master, I owe this to you for your guidance. Come on, come on, I respect you!"
After saying that, he raised his head and drank first as a sign of respect.
Li Shuang's indifferent gaze fell on Feng Junchen's face, and his knuckled fingers left the Buddhist beads, turned to the jasper tea cup aside, picked it up, took a sip and put it back.
"Hehehe..." Feng Junchen saw Li Shuang drinking tea, and the smile on his face widened.
He sat down on his seat and looked at Li Shuang calmly. Seeing that he always looked untroubled, he bit his lip and stopped talking.
Li Shuang glanced at him lightly, as if she didn't understand his thoughts.
As soon as his eyes were closed, the long black eyelashes covered the dark light under his eyes.
He held the prayer beads and recited a sutra that he would never recite again in his life.
The joy of silk and bamboo flows in the high-end and luxurious palace, where beauties are enchanting and dance gracefully.
Feng Junchen had no intention of admiring it. He waved those people away irritably: "You all get off!"
"Here!"
The spacious palace became quiet after a while,
"National Preceptor, that...I..."
"Prince, you are the future king of a country. One person is inferior to ten thousand people. If you have anything to say, please just say it!"
"Ah? Yes!"
Feng Junchen rubbed his sweaty hands, and Li Shuang's words "You are the future king of a country" gave him great encouragement...