As soon as they left Feng Qiongcang's palace, the smile on Feng Jiuer's lips disappeared.
She lowered her head and looked at the road under her feet. She was silent all the way to Fengjiang's bedroom, not knowing what she was thinking.
Feng Jiang really couldn't understand the girl in front of him more and more. She was still stupid when she was in the side hall, but now that she was out, her whole aura had changed.
A little cold, a little bland, and a little... deep.
What is a little girl doing in a movie pretending to be serious?
"You shouldn't have told my father just now that you were going to find the Fourth Emperor's Uncle. Aren't you afraid that your Father would think you were trying to win over the Fourth Emperor's Uncle?"
Feng Jiang still felt that it was necessary to have a good talk with Feng Jiu'er about this matter of surviving in the palace.
Otherwise, this girl would have stirred up a hornet's nest at some point.
"Wouldn't the throne belong to me sooner or later? Why should I win over the Fourth Emperor's uncle? Can he help me ascend the throne?"
"Shh! What nonsense are you talking about? Shut up!"
Feng Jiang was so frightened that he hurried over and covered her mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, you know that trouble will come from your mouth?"
"Hmm..." Feng Jiuer struggled for a while and finally pushed his hand away.
Jiuer rolled her eyes at him: "What are you doing? Am I wrong? Now that I know that the throne is definitely mine, wouldn't it be more disgusting to pretend?"
"What's more, those who speak out are heartless. How can such a person find the thought to win over forces and benefit themselves?"
"How is it possible? You don't have any..."
Feng Jiang paused for a moment, stared at her, and narrowed his eyes: "That means you said that just now on purpose?"
Jiu'er didn't want to respond to this question, whether it was intentional or not, it actually doesn't mean much now.
My father's thoughts are too heavy and the city is too deep, which cannot be compared with those of the Feng family.
So Feng Jiuer felt a little uneasy now that she had acted crazy and stupid in front of him just now.
I don’t know, is it possible that I’m overacting?
Suddenly, she frowned tightly again, her head was in a mess and it hurt a little.
Feng family? Which Feng family is it?
What do those Feng family members who make her feel stupid mean? When has she seen them?
Feng Jiuer hugged her head, her face suddenly turned pale.
Fengjiang immediately noticed something was wrong with her, rushed over and supported her: "What's going on? What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay." Jiu'er pushed him gently, thought for a moment, and then said: "Do you know where the mute slave is now?"
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After the mute slave was transferred out of the princess palace, he went to the medicine storehouse.
When Feng Jiuer and Feng Jiang arrived, the mute slave was drying herbs in the backyard of the medicine storehouse.
I don't know if I made a mistake when I was picking up herbs just now. When a young herbalist saw it, he immediately made a long face and started insulting me.
"If you can't even do anything well, what's the use of keeping a loser like you in our medicine depot?"
"No wonder he was kicked out by the princess. Did he abandon him after he got tired of playing with her?"
Several young medicine men also started to laugh sarcastically. When they saw the face and figure of the mute slave, they particularly disliked it!
Not long after he arrived, several medicine officers in the medicine warehouse were looking at him with eager eyes.
You know, this guy is a man, but he is even prettier than a girl!
With such a pretty face, he is a nuisance wherever he goes. The way the medicine officials looked at him seemed like they wanted to devour him.
Every time there is something delicious to eat, it should be left to him, and if there is a good errand, let him do it. The other medicine men have to do the heaviest work.
Therefore, when the medical officials are away, everyone wants to breathe a sigh of relief for themselves!
"Look, these white and tender hands are not made for menial work. They only need to serve the masters well. Why do they need to do such menial work with us?"
"Isn't it because you didn't serve your master well that you were kicked out?"
The mute slave didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end. Feng Jiang looked at it and couldn't help but want to go over and vent his anger.
Why should such a docile servant be bullied?
What he hates most is good people being wronged!
Jiu'er gave him a gentle tug, preventing him from acting impulsively.
The two medicine officers wanted to go over and stop these ignorant medicine men from talking nonsense, just in case they were rude in front of the princess.
However, the princess is not even allowed to speak to the third prince. How can they speak here?
A few people stayed where they were, and the medicine men didn't know anyone was coming. They only knew that everyone was united in the same spirit. To deal with this pretty boy, the arrogance of the group of people naturally became even higher.
The mute slave was still picking herbs. Among so many people, he was probably the only one who was working seriously.
Everyone saw that after talking for so long, the mute slave remained expressionless and motionless, and immediately felt that it was boring again.
One of them came closer to him, stared at his fair neck under his clothes, and smiled maliciously.
"Tell me, how do you serve the princess? Is it because you don't have enough time to make the princess angry?"
A guy like this guy, not to mention his skin, is truly one of a kind.
Although everyone is unwilling to admit it, they have to admit that even the three princes in the palace are not as good-looking as the brat in front of them.
These words finally made the mute slave's eyes darken, and he was obviously unhappy.
"Oh, this guy is angry!"
The medicine man discovered this and immediately smiled and said: "You can't be fooled by the futility. Although he looks good, his kung fu is completely useless, right?"
"Oops! Could it be because our princess is too strong and you can't resist..."
With a snap, there was an extra five-finger mark on the medicine man's face.
Everyone was stunned for a while. This was the first time the mute slave got angry and hit someone after coming to their medicine warehouse.
He actually hit someone!
After being slapped, Yao Lang was stunned, his face suddenly darkened, and he was filled with anger!
"Damn it! How dare you hit me! You are looking for death!"
Originally, because of the favoritism of the medical officials, he, who was originally the most favored, now had no status at all, and he had long harbored a grudge against the mute slave.
Now, the mute slave actually dared to hit him. How could he swallow this tone?
The medicine man picked up the wooden box containing the selected herbs and was about to smash it on the mute slave's head.
"Assistant!" How could the two medical officers in the drug store dare to keep quiet? They hurriedly spoke to stop him.
When everyone heard this, they were immediately frightened.
The medicine man holding the wooden box was also startled, but the wooden box had already been smashed out. How could he stop in time?
With a snap, it hit the mute slave on the head.
A streak of blood suddenly fell from the top of the mute slave's head.
Scarlet blood slid down his cheek, but he didn't care at all. He just raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve.
But when he looked back at the two medicine officers, he was completely stunned: "...Jiu'er?"
