The person who can make Feng Chuyi look surprised must not be an ordinary person: "National Master, what does this mean?"
Mu Chen smiled, and although the words he spoke were questions, they were full of determination: "Is the meeting gift given to the second prince still sincere?"
After saying that, the shadow gradually approached a few people and revealed his face, the current fourth prince of Feng Kingdom, Feng Chuhao.
It's just that there's something obviously wrong with his current appearance, his expression is dull, and his eyes have no emotion at all, as if he's numb.
Mu Chen looked at Feng Chuyi's expression with satisfaction: "Second Prince, please try playing the flute in your hand."
Feng Chuyi picked up the flute in her hand, took a look at it, put it to her mouth, and soon the flute sounded.
But Feng Chuhao, who was originally numb and dull, suddenly made a move at this time. He raised his head and looked at Feng Chuyi.
This action startled Feng Chuyi. She thought he had woken up, but after a closer look, she found that there was no change in his eyes. It was only the sound of the flute that caused his consciousness to change.
"Second Prince, you can see clearly." Then Mu Chen demonstrated how to control Feng Chuhao in front of him.
When it was over, Feng Chuhao retracted his movements and stood there like a puppet on strings, motionless.
"Is the Second Prince satisfied with this gift?" Of course, the reason why Mu Chen did this was not all because of Feng Chuyi.
But this Feng Chuhao's biological mother was the person he wanted to hate the most, so why didn't he just go with the flow.
Feng Chuyi imitated his actions just now, and sure enough, Feng Chuhao made some movement.
"This is the art of witchcraft to control people. He is no different from usual. It's just that when the second prince needs him, he will be controlled by the second prince by blowing the flute in your hand."
Mu Chen briefly explained that this gift seemed useless, but in fact it was of great use.
"Okay, I accept this great gift."
Feng Chuyi looked at Feng Chuhao, with a hint of evil in her eyes. Naturally, this is the safest way for an obedient person, as a chess piece.
From now on, his shield appeared. Thinking of this, Feng Chuyi curled up her lips.
Wangchuan looked up at the night sky covered with dark clouds, and the cool breeze blew by: "Amitabha." ωωw..net
"A sneeze."
"Miss Fuling, are you okay?" Feng Qiming's worried voice came. In just two days, she had already changed from a flower girl to a Fuling girl.
After saying that, he quickly tied off his cloak and put it on Fu Ling forcefully.
Fu Ling looked at the cloak on her body and didn't refuse. She tightened it tightly and shook her head: "It's okay. The night wind suddenly started. I'm still not used to it."
Fu Ling looked at some ripples of light reflected in the dark night not far away, and a group of people below were hurriedly carrying bags filled with sand, with heavy looks on their faces.
Feng Qiming also looked over, and the expression on his face was not easy: "I hope I can survive tonight. It seems that there won't be heavy rain in the past few days. I will use this period to organize people to dredge the river and help this person."
A river separates some pressure."
"Well, I hope so." Although Fuling has seen too much life and death, she still feels uncomfortable when she sees innocent people one after another, homeless, displaced, starving to death due to natural disasters.
The continuous rainfall in the past two days forced Feng Qiming to stay at the flood discharge place with the soldiers and people for two whole days despite his injuries.
"Miss Fuling, let's go and rest for a while. It's already midnight. I'm here to keep an eye on you." Although Feng Qiming's expression was a little serious, this nervous feeling did not oppress the people around him.
Fu Ling looked at his wet clothes and said, "Come in with me first and treat the wound."
Fu Ling did not agree directly, but told him and walked in front.
Mulin on the side nodded quickly and said: "Yes, Your Highness, you should go and deal with the wound quickly. After it is done, close your eyes for a while, I will keep an eye on you."
Feng Qiming hardly squinted his eyes in the past two days, and Poria cocos forced him to sleep for a while.