Feng Wu knew nothing about what happened in the palace. At this moment, he took off the heavy powder on his face and felt relaxed, not only physically but also mentally.
Just then they left Fengcheng, the carriage stopped suddenly, and there was still a little noise outside: "What happened, Poria,"
This time I brought with me the maids that the old man of the emperor had given me. Of course, I couldn't bring all twenty of them with me. I just brought a few with me, but they were just switched. Now those who followed are my own people.
Everyone has returned to their original appearance, but they are much more low-key.
"Gift." Fu Ling opened the curtain and just blinked at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu thought of the wedding gift Dongfang Zhi had given him as a wedding gift before leaving. He got out of the car with a veil, and then looked at the old woman hanging in the middle of the road, still dripping blood, with wide eyes and a pale face.
head.
Feng Wu looked at him with difficulty speaking, and twitched the corner of his mouth. Her father was really unique, with strong personal characteristics.
"Damn it, you, uncle and uncle, be on guard, it's bad luck." The person who took the lead didn't have a high level of education. He cursed and pulled out the knife he carried with him, and looked around vigilantly. Several people who were sent out came back to collect some
circle, and no abnormalities were found.
"Come on, let's go, damn, this Feng country is so unlucky." The group of people were confused by the bloody head. They didn't care that there were people from Feng country in this scene, and they yelled.
"You are truly worthy of being from a barbarian land. No matter how much you pretend to look like you, you still look like that in your heart." Poria whispered quietly into Feng Wu's ear.
"Let's go, they won't be respectful to us now. After all, that prince's life is worse than mine, but we are not to be bullied." Feng Wu didn't expect anything.
After speeding up and reaching the wide official road, my tense nerves finally relaxed: "There is an inn ahead, let's rest here."
The leader stopped, and soon someone knocked on Feng Wu's car door: "Prince Princess, please."
His disrespectful tone made several people around him want to hit someone, but Fu Ling gave him a warning look.
"Princess, we have arrived at the inn." Fuling said in front of the car door, then waited for Feng Wu's hand to stretch out, then opened the curtain and helped Feng Wu down.
The person who called her sneered coldly, looked at her disdainfully and turned away.
"It's your uncle's." Qiu Feng beside him couldn't help it and cursed.
"Okay, okay, there will be more of this kind of thing in the future. I can't stand it now. What will I do in the future?" Feng Wu didn't feel anything. He had seen too much, and these people behind him were dead soldiers who could only obey orders, but because
Feng Wu's teachings did not completely turn him into an emotionless killing machine.
"Let's go. If they have any bad intentions, be smart. That much medicinal powder is not in vain. I, Feng Wu, have never been wronged. You are my people, so naturally it is the same." The person behind Fuling
These girls are his own people after all, and Feng Wu has to be responsible for bringing them out.
Several people nodded in unison. The soldiers who had escorted them before had returned, and now they were the only ones. It was really shabby. Even the so-called marriage companions were escorted by soldiers from the North. In the eyes of others,
It can be flattened or rounded at will.
After entering the inn, Feng Wu was naturally at a table alone. He did not take off the veil he was wearing, and just accepted the inquiries from the people around him.
"Hey, this person has come out and is still covered up like that, but it is more than enough to match the monster." He looked at it maliciously, and then turned to look at the maids around him.
He looked up and down, with squinting eyes that were so greasy that they could drip oil: "Anyway, what is this princess like? How about we,"
Before he finished speaking, the leader looked at him with a sharp warning look: "No matter what woman you sleep with, these people can't touch you."
The person in question glanced at him, and the two of them looked at each other. Finally, they shook their eyes unwillingly and took a deep sip of wine.
"Ha, you'd better not annoy me, otherwise." A hint of cruelty flashed in Fu Ling's eyes, and then she raised her eyebrows at Feng Wu.
Feng Wu hid his face and took a sip of wine, then glanced at the man with sinister features and stern eyes. "Ang, if you want a woman, then you won't be able to see her for the rest of your life."
The two looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking. After all, they had grown up wearing the same pants, and they were like roundworms in each other's stomachs.
The remaining people looked at each other, and they felt a little weird looking at the two young ladies.
"Hey, here comes a maid to pour me a drink." The man was unwilling to give in and glanced at him, looking straight at him.
"Sir, my princess still has to eat." The implication is that she doesn't have time.
"Damn it, you are so shameless, right? Princess, what kind of princess? Do you think the Emperor of Feng Kingdom found a fake to be the princess?" He looked at Feng Wu with aggressive eyes.
Fu Ling stood up and looked at him, then looked at the few people who were sitting and drinking without any restraint: "My lord, this has not yet left the territory of Feng Kingdom. My princess was given the title by the emperor himself. This time we are getting married."
Isn’t it just for the sake of peace between the two countries?”
It is unbearable, yes, even if it is an abandoned chess piece, it is still a princess, right?
"Wolf, sit down for me." The leader put down his wine glass and scolded the man who stood up.
"I'm sorry, Crown Princess, I'll take him to apologize to you." The tone seemed sincere, but I didn't hear how sorry he was.
Feng Wu looked at Lang Er with cold eyes, put down the wine glass, and gently rubbed the rim of the glass. His tone was soft, but it made people feel cold, and he subconsciously held his breath: "Whether it is Princess Jiahe or Princess Concubine
, do you think any of these identities are beyond your control?"
Just a gentle question? Lang Er's originally fierce and violent eyes suddenly shrank when they came into contact with Feng Wu's eyes, and he felt a chill from his scalp.
"You." When threatened, he would subconsciously retort in order to cover up his inner panic.
"Lang Er, apologize." When the leader came into contact with Feng Wu's eyes, he subconsciously felt that she would really kill Lang Er.