Fortunately, the princess of his family was just a flower stand. After struggling for a long time, the fire was almost extinguished, and the lock outside did not move at all.
Feng Weihuan was also a little embarrassed: "I'm not good at craftsmanship. This is a job where practice makes perfect. You know, I don't have much chance."
Nanming couldn't help laughing: "The princess really doesn't have much chance to practice this craft."
"What should we do? Sit and wait for death?" Feng Weihuan frowned.
"Let's wait for someone to come and negotiate terms." Nan Ming said calmly.
"That's the only way." Feng Weihuan was very frustrated: "If I had known today, I would have practiced martial arts well."
"If I had known today, I would have studied the Zhouyi hexagrams carefully." Nan Ming added.
"Why?"
"Make good fortune telling before going out to avoid being attacked by villains." Nan Ming said seriously.
Feng Weihuan burst out laughing: "That makes sense."
"Now, we need to conserve our strength and sit down for a while." Nan Ming pointed to the tables and chairs in the middle of the room.
Feng Weihuan sat wilfully on the edge of the chair, holding his chin with his hands, and said helplessly: "I'm hungry, I want to eat braised pig's trotters, steamed lion's head, fresh fish and sheep... Why do you think you're locking me up?"
As long as they threaten me with no food, I will agree to whatever conditions they have!"
Nan Ming looked at her indignant face and wondered how he could get people to bring food in "reasonably".
Feng Weihuan felt embarrassed and said sarcastically: "Just think of me as telling you the name of the dish."
"To be honest, I'm hungry too." Nan Ming nodded solemnly and affirmed: "I think this is a very important issue."
After that, he stood up, dragged a chair, and in Feng Weihuan's surprised eyes, he slammed the door with the chair.
"Someone is coming!"
Mr. Nan, who had always been gentle and polite, made Feng Weihuan feel stupid when he made this move.
This...sure enough, if one is forced into a hurry, anything is possible.
Naturally, the door was not opened, but the person was called.
"Smash whatever you want, if you have something to say!"
"What are you locking us up for? What do you want?" Feng Weihuan saw someone coming and rushed over to ask.
"I'm told by the superiors, don't ask me, I don't know anything." The man outside choked off the words.
"Let me tell you, superiors, that I am the princess of Prince Yan's Mansion. If he locks me up, he will have to think about the consequences." Feng Weihuan rarely reveals her identity, and now that she is under special circumstances, she no longer keeps a low profile.
"The princess is just the princess, the princess is amazing! I told you, I don't know anything." The man was even more awesome.
"How much do you want?" Feng Weihuan was stunned and started talking about money.
"Are you bored? Apart from going out and not having to talk about anything else, you can tell me." The man's tone was very impatient.
"Bring some food, braised pig's trotters, steamed lion's head, fresh fish and mutton." Nanming said coldly.
After the man outside was silent for a few seconds, he replied with two words: "Wait."
Feng Weihuan thought he heard wrongly.
"Does he mean to agree?" she asked Nan Ming, holding on to the door.
"That's what I mean." Nan Ming nodded, paused slightly, and then added: "I just mentioned it casually."
"I suddenly felt - being locked up here is nothing."
The hostages all had braised pig's trotters, steamed lion heads, and fresh fish and goats!
