Feng Sheng thought of anyone, she even wondered if Gouqing set up a trap, or if she attracted someone's attention, but she never thought that the person who kidnapped her was King Wei.

As for why she didn't think of him, maybe it was because this man might be scary, but she never felt hostility?

"His Royal Highness, can you tell me what's going on?"

Zong Yue, who was standing under the doffing veil, glanced at her indifferently, went to the chair and sat down.

"I thought you should understand what this king wants to do."

This remark made some sense, Feng Sheng smiled dryly: "I don't understand."

A servant girl came in to serve tea, but no one spoke during this period. After the maid went down, Zong Yue picked up the teacup and drank tea. During the process, Feng Sheng could feel a pair of eyes staring at her.

This gaze made her embarrassed, she moved her steps, pretending to look at the vase on the long table under the window.

Feng Sheng was wearing a bright red woven golden gauze peony summer shirt with folded branches, and a lotus blue gauze skirt. It was summer, and the fabric of the clothes was light and thin, which also made her look thinner. She was born white, and she usually wears plain or dark clothes, but suddenly wearing such a delicate color adds a sense of femininity.

Slender, thin, and weak, these words add up to form the female characteristics that Zong Yue hates the most, but it is such a slender figure that he can't take his eyes off it.

Feng Sheng took a deep breath, went to the chair next to Zong Yue and sat down, she moved her hand habitually, but found that there was no fan.

"His Royal Highness King Wei, it's better for you not to be a fool, and get straight to the point."

There was a moment of silence, or two moments.

"I remember you once said that this king is trying to occupy the minister's wife?"

This-

"I thought the misunderstanding had been resolved."

Zong Yue's eyes were dark, and he rubbed the Buddhist beads on his wrist: "That's your opinion, not my king."

"I thought His Highness was tolerant and magnanimous, and he had long forgotten my unavoidable offense."

"When did this king say that he was magnanimous?"

Feng Sheng was a little tired: "Then how can we calm His Highness? You said, as long as I can do it, I will do it."

At that moment, Zong Yue almost spoke, but when he looked at the other person's face, there seemed to be a force in the dark that made him suppress this impulse.

He stood up: "This king hasn't made up his mind yet. You will live here first during these days when this king has not thought about it."

"His Royal Highness, you mean that if you never think about it, I will have to live here forever?"

"Don't you want to?"

People under the eaves had to bow their heads.

Feng Sheng said with a dry smile: "His Royal Highness, I am Mr. Fan's master. If I disappear, he will definitely look for me everywhere."

A strong force struck Feng Sheng, and Feng Sheng felt that he hit a wall, was bounced out, and was pulled back again.

"Are you threatening me with Fan Zijin?"

Feng Sheng pulled his hand calmly, but didn't pull it out: "No, how dare I, it's just that it's really not suitable to stay here for too long."

Zong Yue snorted coldly, threw away her hand, and left.

Madness! Something is wrong!

Feng Sheng rubbed her wrists, touched her sore nose, walked around the room, and sat down on a chair.

Dao Qisi Niang was with her this time, she was caught here, and they must have fallen into the hands of King Wei. What does King Wei want to do? ! Is it really for beauty?

Feng Sheng didn't miss the way Wei Wang looked at him just now, but as a son and grandson, what kind of woman doesn't have it, and she competed with her?

Seeing a western glazed mirror carved from red sandalwood erected on one side of the bed, Feng Sheng walked over to take a look at herself.

The face is too thin, with no blood at all, the eyebrows are too thick, not soft enough, the mouth is not red enough, and the color is whitish. Feng Sheng looked left and right, but he didn't feel that he had anything to attract a dignified prince.

Discouraged, she went back to the chair and sat down. At this time, the two maids came back again and asked her if she wanted tea and snacks. Feng Sheng cheered up and talked to the two maids in an attempt to get some information about this place. .

Feng Sheng thought that King Wei would leave because of her anger, and would not come for the time being.

Unexpectedly, just as he was lighting the lamp, he suddenly appeared.

Zong Yue changed his clothes. He was dressed in a black brocade robe with dark patterns. He was noble, reserved, stalwart, lofty, but cold. Changed into a blue robe, he was less dignified and cold, and more handsome.

Even though Feng Sheng hates Wei Wang very much now, he has to admit that he is the second most handsome man he has ever met in his life, and the most handsome is her father. But so what? Under the handsome appearance, there is a volatile and bad temper, which will only make people feel disgusted and feared.

"Miss, have you eaten?" Zong Yue asked indifferently after entering.

The servant girl seemed very timid, so she said nothing in a whisper.

"Dewang, Chuanshan."

Dewang, who shrank outside the door and didn't come in, responded courteously and loudly, and hurriedly ordered.

Not long after, several servants came in with food boxes.

Dewang served the meals himself, Zong Yue sat down at the table, seeing Feng Sheng standing still, said: "Why don't you sit down?"

Feng Sheng hesitated for a while, and sat down on the side.

Zong Yue picked up the silver chopsticks, seeing that Feng Sheng was not moving, and glanced at her, she could only hold the silver chopsticks.

How can there be no wine when there is food, Zong Yue motioned to Dewang, and Dewang picked up the flagon and poured wine for him, after pouring, he looked at Feng Sheng, seemed a little hesitant, and poured her another glass.

Dewang knew that Feng Sheng was a drinker, and his drinking capacity was no worse than that of men.

No, it's better than the average man, not like a woman anyway. Dewang is almost confused now, and he can't figure out why his Highness has taken a fancy to such a woman. Although there were early signs, Dewang only faced this reality when Zong Yue tried his best to order Fang Fengsheng to be taken into this garden.

Dewang couldn't think of anything else besides fancy.

He picked out the clothes by himself, obviously he was furious and left, and when he was about to eat dinner, he rushed back, obviously he ordered that the meal be prepared later, but he still pretended to ask when he came in.

Such a highness makes Dewang too strange, although he is standing here doing well, his scalp is actually numb.

Feng Sheng also has a free and easy temper, since she can't avoid it, let's face it. She picked up the wine cup, toasted Zong Yue to a cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

Zong Yue glanced at her and drank the wine in his glass.

It seems that it is easy to break the deadlock when there is wine at the beginning. Feng Sheng is eating and drinking at the same time. Although she is dressed as a woman, the moment she picks up the wine cup, she seems to automatically enter the state of a man, and her behavior is extremely chic If you don't look at the clothes, you can still think that this is a handsome young man.

"Your Highness has put so much thought into bringing me here, so there must be another meaning. Is it related to the bamboo pot?" Feng Sheng asked suddenly.

Zong Yue paused: "You are not stupid."

Fang Fengsheng is naturally not stupid, it was just a sudden change during the day, when she calmed down and thought about it quietly, she couldn't help but think of the bamboo pot that King Wei gave her a while ago.

"Your Highness seems to know a lot of things, but he just doesn't want to reveal them. If that's the case, why bother meddling?"

"you-"

"What?" Feng Sheng squeezed the wine glass and raised his chin: "Could I be wrong?"

"You don't know what's good or bad!"

These few words were word by word, bursting out from between Zong Yue's teeth. Dewang was too familiar with Wei Wang's temper, so he hurriedly waved away all the waiters in the house, and quietly hid outside the door himself.

"What is good and what is evil, Your Highness is not me, so how do you know what is good or bad for me?"

"My king said, don't start a fire!"

Feng Sheng chuckled: "I'm starting a fire, but it's not clear if I burn myself or someone else."

"To be too confident is to be arrogant."

"Your Highness, just treat me as arrogant. Anyway, what I want to do, I will definitely do. Since Your Highness doesn't want to say it, why don't you keep silent, and why bother to interfere." Feng Sheng picked up the wine cup and took another glass.

"If Fang Qizhi was still alive, he wouldn't want to see you like this. Who do you think you are, trying to shake several mountains by yourself?"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Seeing that Zong Yue seemed to want to say something, Feng Sheng interrupted: "If His Highness is here for dinner, then make good use of it. Different ways are not colluding, so it's better not to talk about these unpleasant topics."

Don't look at what she said, but she was the one who was unhappy afterwards, holding the flagon and drinking one cup after another until the two pots of wine were finished, she asked Dewang to get another drink, Dewang was glared back by Zong Yue.

Zong Yue snatched her wine glass: "How could I not know that Fang Qizhi's daughter is still a drunkard?"

Feng Sheng seemed to be really drunk, his eyes were sleepy but he was smiling.

"There are so many things you don't know. Who do you think you are, the omniscient and omnipotent Buddha? Then do you know that you are annoying?"

"Fang Fengsheng!"

Feng Sheng stood up, staggering.

"What did you ask me to do?" She bent down suddenly, and leaned close to Zong Yue's face: "His Royal Highness Wei Wang, is it okay for me to ask you something?"

The faint fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol rushed straight to Zong Yue's face, and he tightened his cheeks: "Say."

"His Royal Highness Wei Wang, do you have admiration for me?" Without waiting for Zong Yue to speak, she said again: "Otherwise, why are you so persistent with me? You said that I just offended you in Shaoxing, so why be so aggressive?"

She couldn't stand still at all, she moved forwards and backwards, she moved closer and moved away.

"Speaking of which, you and my father are still old acquaintances, so you can't just forgive others?" She found a chair to sit on, but it might not be very comfortable, so she changed to a squatting posture, squatting on the chair and being close to her. Zong Yue who was close at hand spoke.

"Look at me, I'm not good-looking, and I'm still a fake man. You are a majestic prince, why bother with people like me?"

"Fang Fengsheng, do you know what you are talking about?"

She looked at him with her cheeks on her face: "Of course I know what I'm talking about. You said that you are a prince, and it would be embarrassing for you to look at a woman like me. Like you, you should find a gentle, generous and decent lady..."

Zong Yue stood up, kicked over the chair behind him, and made a loud noise.

Dewan was so scared that his neck was gone.

He stared at Feng Sheng viciously, his eyes were almost devouring. Feng Sheng also let him watch, and went back to look at him, with a smile still on his face.

Zong Yue smashed the wine glass in his hand and left.

Dewang took a complicated look at Fang Fengsheng who was squatting there, and followed him away like hell.

Two maids came in on tiptoe to help Fengsheng, but she didn't resist and let the maid help her down from the chair.

"Girl, you're drunk, you'd better take a rest earlier."

A complex light flashed in Feng Sheng's eyes, and he hummed.

Zong Yue walked back angrily.

Dewang's legs were about to break, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Back in the courtyard where he lived, Zong Yue entered the quiet room. It took almost half an hour before he came out, and his emotions had calmed down by this time.

Dewang lowered his head and leaned closer, saying: "Your Highness, the Huang family sent two women."

"What did you send?"

"Two women." At this moment, Dewang wanted to plunge his head into the ground.

Zong Yue sneered: "Prepare water."

Dewang was stunned for a moment, and hurried down to give orders.

When Zong Yue came out of the bathroom, his long black hair was loosely draped behind his shoulders, and he was wearing a black undershirt and trousers, with the skirt half open, revealing his firm chest. The maid who came in to tidy up the bathroom had flushed cheeks and dared not lift her head.

"Bring people."

Dewang's heart skipped a beat before he understood what Zong Yue meant.

…

These are really two stunners.

Even if Da Zhou regards women as thin and thin, he cannot deny the plump and delicate beauty of these two women, and they are full of charm when they look at each other. I stared blankly.

After closing the door from the outside, Dewang's heart was finally relieved.

Decai came out from the side: "How do I see your demeanor, do you look like those old bustards in Bada Hutong?"

"What do you know!" Dewang grinned fiercely and showed him, "Where is there no grass in the world, what kind of woman does His Highness want, but he has to look at that dog's tail grass? Don't you think that His Highness has known that? Fang Fengsheng, the temper is getting more and more irritable? The master is irritable, can we have a good life? This is not against the common sense, otherwise you think I have nothing to do to help the Huang family."

Decai smiled inexplicably.

"I have to say, the Huang family didn't miss out this time. Those women who are as thin as a piece of paper, what's so good about them, they are women!" refer to.

Decai was about to say something, when suddenly there was a loud noise from inside, and just as Dewang was wondering whether to go in and have a look, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and a gust of wind came out.

Dewang ran in, and saw two beauties crawling on the ground in the room, and there was no king of Wei.