Feng Xingying felt relieved because of this, at least he was free for the time being.
"Princess, for the sake of Your Majesty's face, please choose Cyclamen to live here."
"Okay, it's up to you. You can make arrangements." The way to govern is not to be tough. Occasionally, you still have to ask the other party to step up, so as not to be resented. This should be what the legend calls a combination of strength and softness.
After successfully dispatching Ji Wu, Feng Xingying also found a place to get off the Kowloon Car.
If she were to live in a border town at this time, I'm afraid it would be like having the words "I am a princess" written on her face.
Because the news that Ji Wu lined up outside the city gate to welcome the princess today has spread. It's just that Ji Wu's people used to surround Feng Xingying at that time, and no one dared to come close, so no one knew what the princess looked like.
After suffering a loss, Feng Xingying simply found a purple veil and put it on, considering that many people in Kowloon City knew Ye Lingxin's appearance.
This veil was left to her by Qin Molin, and it can be regarded as a small magic weapon.
Don't look at the veil as thin as a cicada, but it can completely cover half of her face, and it can block any exploration of spiritual consciousness and the detection of age-testing stones. When someone's finger comes close to the veil, they will also encounter a noble knot. boundary obstruction.
At this time, Feng Xingying was wearing a lilac fairy dress and a purple veil, making her look even more mysterious and coquettish.
"Master's wife, where are we going?" Huangfu thought that the things he and his master's wife had experienced during this time out were much richer than what he had experienced in the Lingshan Sword Sect.
"Let's go out for tea, remember: talk less, see more." Feng Xingying thought for a while, then tapped Huangfu's mute point: "Next time, if you can promise not to speak, I won't seal your mute point. .”
The baby is very aggrieved. The baby really wants to go on strike and stop cooking for you!
Wait, it seems that the mistress really doesn’t need him to cook.
Because the mistress was so beautifully dressed, as soon as she walked out, there were people rushing to treat her to dinner.
"I don't know what to call the girl? Can you please do me a favor and make me a favor?"
Someone else said: "Young girl has a wonderful skeleton, would you like to chat with me at the same table?"
"Girl, my master invites you."
“…”
After such a series of invitations, Feng Xingying always refused with a smile.
Huangfu thought sincerely that the master's wife was really good-tempered. If he hadn't had his mute point sealed, he would have scolded those people to death.
But Feng Xingying just smiled in a reserved manner, and finally sat down at the table of a young master, who seemed to be the first person to invite her.
For this reason, Huangfu became even more depressed.
That Xiaobai's face was narrowed, why did the master's wife accept his invitation
"Mr. Zhuo, my little girl has a big appetite. Are you really sure you want to treat me to dinner?" Feng Xingying asked with a smile.
"Of course!" The young man in yellow was covered in gold and jade, and he was rich. He casually called the waiter: "I wonder what I call the girl?"
"My surname is Feng."
"Oh, Miss Feng, please, don't be polite to me."
"Well, since Mr. Zhuo invites you kindly, I won't be polite."
Feng Xingying pointed to several dishes on the Yingshi menu, there were probably seven dishes in total.
Both the waiter and Mr. Zhuo showed a bit of disdain. There are only seven dishes. Do you want to eat Mr. Zhuo? Although the seven dishes are all expensive spiritual animal dishes, Mr. Zhuo is rich.
Unexpectedly, Feng Xingying added another sentence: "Let's take ten portions of each of these dishes. If it's not enough, I'll add more after I've finished eating."