"Feng Danyuan, why are you so angry? What are you doing to beat Nanming?" King Yan's face turned pale with anger.
"Which of your eyes saw me hitting Nanming?" Feng Danyuan was not in a good mood. After all, taking the blame always makes people unhappy.
"It's spread all over the Imperial Capital. Could it be that everyone in the Imperial Capital has wronged you?"
"Do you believe what others say? Are you living like a dog at your age?" Feng Danyuan also became angry.
"You bastard! How can you talk to me like this?" King Yan was so angry that he almost jumped.
"I've been talking like this since I was a child, and it's the first day you met me?" Feng Danyuan also had the impulse to throw the old man in front of him out, and he roared so hard that it gave him a headache.
Wei Zi, Feng Weihuan and Princess Yan, who came in a hurry, saw the tense battle and quickly started a fight.
Wei Zi calmly grabbed Feng Danyuan's hand to prevent him from being unable to suppress his anger.
Princess Yan advised King Yan: "My lord, calm down, let's figure things out first."
"What else is unclear?" King Yan said angrily.
"If I really wanted to take action, Nanming would have been a corpse long ago." Feng Danyuan said coldly: "Don't listen to the wind and it will be wind, and listen to the rain and it will be rain. Having a brain is not just for decoration."
"you--"
As soon as Prince Yan opened his mouth, he heard a stern voice: "Shut up, everyone. The two noble princes are quarreling in the palace. If this matter spreads out, will the reputation of Prince Yan's Palace and Prince Chen's Palace be ruined? You are shameless, I will still
Want it!"
Mrs. Feng made a domineering appearance: "Jingyan, go back with your prince; for Huan, you also go back to your courtyard; Butler Cui, go to the warehouse to get medicine and supplements, and go see Mr. Nan in my name; Yuan'er
, Xiao Zi, come with me."
After calling the names one by one, Mrs. Feng left the scene domineeringly.
King Yan was unwilling to do so, but he had to listen to his old mother's words.
Prince Chen and his wife, obediently follow Mrs. Feng to "Ruifu Hall".
Butler Cui trotted to the warehouse, with Feng Weihuan following behind - anyway, the warehouse and her yard were all in the same direction.
*
Butler Cui went to deliver medicine. When he saw Feng Weihuan behind him, he reacted very quickly: "Princess, are you going to the library? I will give you a ride."
"Lao Cui is the housekeeper." Feng Weihuan was full of tacit understanding.
There were many bookstores in the imperial capital, and there was one near Nanming's residence. She was just taking a ride.
After arriving at Mulanfang, Feng Weihuan went to the bookstore, and Butler Cui went to Nanfu. After Butler Cui left, Feng Weihuan entered Nanfu.
Nan Ming seemed to know that she would come, and as soon as he saw her, he was served her favorite fruit tea.
"Is the injury so serious?" Feng Weihuan looked at the bruises and swelling on his face with a look of distress in his eyes.
"The plaster your grandmother gave you is very good. You can recover within two days of applying it." Nan Ming took the box from the case and handed it to her: "You can apply it for me?"
Feng Weihuan said "Yeah", washed his hands, opened the box, dipped some ointment on his fingertips, and applied it carefully on Nanming's face: "If my strength becomes too strong, you can tell me."
"It's not heavy, just right." Nan Ming looked at her gently.
Feng Weihuan was a little embarrassed to be looked at, so he covered his eyes with his other hand: "You are not allowed to look."
Nan Ming chuckled, stretched out his hand and held hers: "For Huan, I want to get married to you as soon as possible."
