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Yi Feng looked at the figure of Brother Dao leaving and the blood sprinkled all the way, and asked Zhang Ergou: "Do you think this counts as retribution?"

Zhang Ergou nodded affirmatively. What is Dao's brother? Only two days ago, he chopped off Father Feng's arm. Today it is his turn! What is it if it is not retribution?

Think of the steward Cheng who bullied him, huh! He will surely get retribution soon.

The boss looked at the messy ground and the blood that had just been sprinkled on his stone, and shook his head: "I didn't make any money today, but suffered a **** disaster. What a bad luck!"

Yi Long and Yi Feng were about to call the bodyguards behind them to transport the stones back first, when a man made a loud voice: "I bought the things that came out."

Everyone wanted to disperse, but when they heard such a proud buyer appeared, they all stopped and prepared to continue watching the show.

It was Fang Dong who came here, and he was late today.

Zhang Ergou took the slave mouth and secretly told Yi Long and Yi Feng: "He is Fang Dong, the owner of Oriental Entertainment City."

So it was him! No wonder he is rich and powerful, he is naturally a little emboldened to manage the Oriental Entertainment City like this.

"One hundred million yuan, I bought it, and if you agree, I will immediately remit the money to your account."

On the way here, Fang Dong heard his subordinates talk about the two children and Brother Dao. He was worried about the emperor green in the stone, and he couldn't wait even more.

In Nanling Country, he monopolizes most of the jade manufacturing plants. He still has one of the best designers in Nanling Country. How can he miss such a good piece of material?

"You can sell it to you, but I have one condition." Yi Long squinted his eyes, the sunlight was a bit strong, but he still stared directly at the eyes of Shang Dong, without the slightest fear.

"What are the conditions?" Is one hundred million yuan too little? Fang Dong has already thought about it, and he can add another ten million at most!

"The condition is that we are to be friends."

Everyone almost fell when they heard this. What kind of condition is this?

Fang Dong laughed when he heard the words. He has been in business for so long, and this is the first time he has heard such conditions that make people want to laugh.

There seemed to be stars in Yi Long's eyes, "Do you agree? If you agree, I'm willing to sell you 100 million yuan. o"

Become friends with two little kids? Fang Dong also felt a little unbelievable, but look at these two pink and tender children, cute and tutored, the important thing is that they just cut a piece of rough stone. Whether it is strength or coincidence, being friends with them can save 10 million yuan, and it seems that it is not a loss.

"Deal!" Fang Dong agreed boldly. In addition to luck and strength, the reason why he was able to flourish in Nanling's country was that he also had courage and courage.

"Then sign a contract."

"I'll call you for 100 million yuan right away, no need to sign a contract." Fang Dong's thin lips opened slightly, and he looked cold and frosty.

"What I said is that we have to sign a contract to do friends' business!"

Yi Long said seriously.

This time not only Fang Dong was shocked, but even the surrounding people were all talking about whether the two children had a bad brain and wanted to be friends with Fang Dong.

What role is Fang Dong? Everybody in Nanling Country doesn't know anyone. There are not many people who dare to be friends with him in Nanling Country.

"Come on, prepare for the contract."

Fang Dong waved his hand, and his staff helped to prepare the contract.

One hundred million yuan was also successfully transferred to Yi Long and Yi Feng's cards. Yi Long glanced at the information prompt, thinking that Daddy should have also received a message of 100 million yuan in the account.

Two days ago, he and his sister spent more than 5 million yuan, and now they earned more than 100 million yuan, which is enough for them to do a lot of things in Nanling State.

Her body shivered slightly, and Feng Yumo hugged her backhand.

He smiled and said: "Didn't you say that when the heavens will come down to the people, you must first work your muscles and strengthen your mind? With you by your husband's side, your husband won't hurt."

A warm current rushed through her heart, Lan Qing'er's heart was horrified, and the heaven who went to him will be the general. Feng Yumo was originally a crown prince, and he shouldn't have suffered these things!

Stroking her black hair, Feng Yumo whispered softly, "Qing'er, can my husband help you with your makeup?"

Lan Qing'er looked at him in surprise: "Will you turn a bun?"

Feng Yumo smiled a little embarrassed: "My husband put on makeup after taking care of my mother, so I won't be ashamed."

"Well, your Highness helps Qing'er comb it once!" Lan Qing'er finished speaking and sat down in front of the mirror.

Feng Yumo smiled faintly, picked up the ivory comb, retrieved a strand of Lan Qing'er's hair, and combed it finely. o

His movements were gentle, meticulous and serious, and his slender fingers brushed the top of his head and brushed the black silk, which made people feel like an incomparable enjoyment. Seeing his hair entangled in his hands, Lan Qing'er felt warm in his heart.

In a short while, Feng Yumo rolled up a double snail bun, inserted the hosta on the bun, and then wrapped the fluffy snow drape on it. The cuteness was a bit pure and as beautiful as ice and snow.

"Wow, it looks good!" Lan Qing'er praised, "I can't get such a beautiful hair bun."

"If Qing'er likes it, my husband will help you pull it every day." Feng Yumo smiled and put down the comb: "Unfortunately, my husband doesn't have eyebrows this morning, so I can't draw your eyebrows."

Ying Sheng is shocked by the dream, and she wakes up lazily in the morning and calls her sisters to sing red bean poems together...

Lan Qing'er's mouth twitched, and Feng Yumo's black hair was cast in his eyes: "Husband, why don't Qing'er help you pull up your hair?"

The corners of Feng Yu's ink eyebrows twitched, and a bad premonition passed, but the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Qing'er, Alan was here just now, breakfast may be ready, Qing'er, go to the kitchen soon Freshen up, if the breakfast is cold for a long time, it won't be good."

Breakfast... Yes, she is hungry!

Thinking of this, Lan Qing'er said, "Then I'll go and see what's delicious. Your Highness, come here quickly."

"Yeah," Feng Yumo smiled: "Go, eat more."

"Oh."

"His Concubine Chu," A Lan held a black paper box in her hand and placed it in front of Lan Qing'er: "Someone sent it to the Imperial Palace Mansion just now, and that person said that as long as the black box is handed over to His Royal Highness, the Concubine Chu will do it. understandable."

Lan Qing'er raised her eyebrows. The black box was tightly sealed, and there was no opening. Lan Qing'er took the black box and looked left and right. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't find the mystery inside. I was worried and put down the black box. I accidentally saw that a small piece of connecting surface was slightly protruding, and I stretched out my hand to press it.

With a ‘de’, the box moved, and a certain black surface rose slowly, but there was a mezzanine inside, and a lot of Chinese characters were written in the squares on the mezzanine.

Lan Qing'er pursed her lips and pondered for a while. The arrangement of these Chinese characters is incomprehensible, so what does it mean?

After watching it for a long time, Lan Qing'er saw her name written in the square and tilted her head, very strange.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind, Lan Qing'er reached out and pressed down the three characters'Lan Qing'er. At this moment, there was another small sound from inside the black box, and the sound of gears grinding against each other came out, and the interlayer inside slowed down. Slowly opened, I saw a layer of very soft snow-white hair on the inside, and there were egg-like things on the hair. The black ones, and the'eggs' brought out a small line. Seeing these things, Lan Qing'er Happy in my heart!

Obediently, Han Xing finally succeeded in developing her c4 grenade!

With the weapon Han Xing gave her, it shouldn't be a problem to protect Feng Yumo.

"Qing'er, what is this?" Feng Yumo came over, looking at the iron bullets, very curious.

Lan Qing'er smiled mysteriously: "These things are treasures and cannot be used for the time being. When necessary

Only used. "

"Oh?" Feng Yu's eyes lit up: "Who brought it here?"

"My friend." Lan Qing'er replied very simply. For the time being, she didn't want to disclose Han Xing's position to Feng Yumo.

Feng Yumo shuddered slightly, picked up an iron bullet, and looked at it for a while: "Qing'er, are these things...your friend made?"

Lan Qing'er pursed her lips: "Half and half, if Qing'er said it was done with my friend, do you believe it?"

"Of course I believe it," Feng Yumo said without even thinking about it: "My Qing'er is the best."

Lan Qing'er felt warm in her heart: "His Royal Highness, don't wear a high hat on me, Qing'er will be proud."

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "Qing'er is as smart as this ice and snow, she should have been proud."

Picking up a bowl, spooning a bowl of porridge, and placing the porridge in front of Feng Yumo, Lan Qinger said, "My husband worked hard last night, hurry up and eat something."

As soon as he said this, Feng Yumo's face blushed slightly, glanced at A Lan, and said lightly: "Qing'er is not allowed to talk nonsense, come on, sit down quickly, A Lan also sit down, everyone have breakfast. "

Alan replied and sat down. Last night, His Royal Highness sneaked into the royal prince's dormitory. His Royal Highness said that His Royal Highness has worked hard...

Alan bit the steamed bun and drank the porridge. She looked at the sweethearted couple in front of her. Her face flushed and her heart swayed slightly. Some feelings in her heart were growing, and she was really envious.

Lan Qing'er glanced at the weather outside the window. There was thin snow drifting. Lan Qing'er said, "His Royal Highness, are you still going out to set up a stall today?"

Feng Yumo shook his head: "Don't go, it's cold outside, my husband is with you at home."

Lan Qing'er felt sweet: "What if Qing'er wants to go for a walk?"

"Then my husband will be with you." Feng Yumo took a bite of steamed buns and said.

Lan Qing'er raised her mouth: "Then what if Qing'er wants the buns in His Highness's hands?"

Feng Yumo blinked, tearing off a piece, and handing it to Lan Qing'er's mouth: "Even if your husband doesn't eat, you have to give it to Qing'er first."

Although it was a joke, I also knew that Feng Yumo would definitely let her, but when Feng Yumo said that, I was still moved in my heart.

"Fool!" Taking a steamed bun, Lan Qing'er tore a piece and handed it to Feng Yumo's mouth: "Am I like such a domineering person? Just one serving for two people, you don't have to starve to death, right. "

Feng Yu's black eyes softened: "Well, with Qing'er, my husband won't starve to death."

As soon as he said this, a black line fell across Lan Qing'er's face.

On the contrary, Feng Yumo said that he was like a little white face...

Several people were eating when they saw Qin Lan's face condensed suddenly, and put down his chopsticks, quietly as if listening to something.

Seeing Qin Lan's solemn expression, Lan Qing'er was shocked and calmed down.

The rumbling voice was very slight, but I heard it. From far and near, there was no other people around the palace of the prince. The rumbling voice came from here.

In addition to the rumbling voice, there seemed to be an unusual breath in the surrounding area. The air seemed to collapse tightly, revealing a sense of oppression.

A light flashed in my mind, and there was an ambush around the palace of the prince!

Looking at Qin Lan, they both agreed. Lan Qing'er stood up, stepped back in front of Feng Yumo, and whispered, "Your Highness, let's go out through the back door."

Seeing Lan Qing'er's expression so nervous, Feng Yu Moton felt the situation was serious, stood up, and held Lan Qing'er's hand: "Qing'er, let's go together."

Lan Qing'er frowned slightly and glanced at Qin Lan. Qin Lan understood, and said in a low voice: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, Qin Lan will check it out."

After speaking, Qin Lan raised the volume and said, "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, I finished eating so soon. It's cold here. Go back to the room and rest. Qin Lan packs things up.