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Chapter 1966 Feng Clan: Let the lord grind the medicinal materials?

On both sides of the long table, some people began to write, some were still lingering, and some stood still with a sad look on their face.

Yu Jingfeng looked at everyone, holding the hand of the brocade handkerchief tighter and tighter.

In the end, without writing a word, he turned around and strode towards the main hall.

The guards guarding the front of the palace saw him and hurriedly took a few steps forward to greet him.

"Master Yu, are you going to..." "I want to see the prince."

Yu Jingfeng said softly.

"Master Yu, have you thought of a good idea?"

The guard raised his lips and felt like the sky was getting brighter.

He was also afraid that if no one could satisfy the prince today, no one would be able to live well.

"I want to see the prince, go and report it quickly."

Yu Jingfeng waved his hand.

"yes."

The guard did not dare to delay, turned around, and walked into the main hall.

Soon, he returned to Yu Jingfeng.

"Master Yu, please!"

Yu Jingfeng received the order and walked into the main hall with his long legs.

In the hall, the man holding the book in his palm raised his eyes, and then his eyes returned to the book.

"What's the matter?"

Emperor Wuya said two words lightly.

"Your Majesty."

Yu Jingfeng cupped his hands and said, "I have something important to report."

"explain."

Emperor Wuya didn't even raise his head.

Yu Jingfeng retracted his palms and raised his eyes to look at him.

"My subordinates are thinking that if the prince wants to give Miss Jiuer a unique wedding, the matter should not be left to the ministers."

"My lord, do you know that the people outside the palace are all men at this moment, and men are no more attentive than women, so I would like to..." Yu Jingfeng raised his eyebrows, but seeing no objection from Emperor Wuya, he bowed his hand again.

"I think it would be more appropriate to ask the female relatives of Tianji Hall about this matter."

"Only women know what women think, not to mention that after they have followed Miss Jiuer for a long time, they will definitely know what Miss Jiuer likes more."

"My lord, do you think my subordinate's idea is feasible?"

"Master Yu."

The guard stood beside Yu Jingfeng and cupped his hands.

Yu Jingfeng looked sideways at him.

The guard handed over his hand again and said respectfully: "Your Majesty means that the matter must be kept secret and Miss Jiu'er cannot know about it."

"Your Majesty wants to... give Miss Jiuer a surprise."

Di Wuya's low cough interrupted the conversation between the two.

Yu Jingfeng and the guards raised their eyes at the same time and glanced at the main seat.

The guard pursed his lips and did not dare to whisper.

But Yu Jingfeng's eyes lit up, he raised his arms and cupped his hands: "Your Majesty, I have a way."

Di Wuya raised his eyes and moved his brows slightly.

"Your Majesty, do you want to go to Tianji Hall?

There are a lot of medicinal materials that need to be ground."

"Master Yu, you are crazy! Do you want the prince to grind the medicinal materials himself?"

The guard frowned and stared at Yu Jingfeng.

"That's nothing."

Yu Jingfeng turned his head and met the guard's eyes.

"Women like men to help with something. Every time I go to see Xue Piao, Xue Piao always asks me to help."

"That's Miss Leng, not Miss Jiu'er."

The guard still didn't think so.

Who is qualified to take the medicine that the prince grinds?

"Resisting the Jingfeng."

Di Wuya put down the book in his hand and said, "Go on."

He leaned lazily on the backrest, which made people feel even more stressed.

Yu Jingfeng raised his eyes, coughed slightly, and said, "I'm thinking that if the prince goes to help Miss Jiu'er, I can..." "That's right."

Emperor Wuya shook his sleeves and stood up.

Yu Jingfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and when Di Wuya passed by, he turned around and followed him.

"Actually, the medicinal materials are not difficult to grind. It's very simple."

"The prince is so smart, he will definitely be able to grind it more finely and better than his subordinates."


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