Seeing Feng Yuexian's pitiful appearance and thinking of Feng Xingying's arrogance, Nangong Chu became angry:
"Mrs. Xihuang was so graceful back then. She didn't expect to give birth to a daughter like you. She is really embarrassed."
Feng Xingying squinted his eyes, refused to give in, opened his mouth and pushed back:
"My emperor is so wise in defending powerful enemies, enriching people's livelihood, and setting up literary pavilions. I never expected that he would give birth to a pustule prince who only listens to and only believes in others. He only stares at little girls like me. It is really a disgrace to our emperor and the Dali Kingdom." . ”
He is just a young man who mainly practices martial arts and occasionally takes some cultural courses. Based on his academic qualifications, he is estimated to be at a high school or junior college level.
It’s a joke. In her previous life, Feng Xingying had a doctorate degree, but she couldn’t defeat Nangong Chu in a quarrel
Feng Xingying's words made Nangong Chu's face turn red as pig liver, pointing at Feng Xingying, "You, you, you..."
You were stunned for a long time, too angry to say anything further.
On the contrary, Ninth Princess Nangong Yulian, who had been watching, was more flexible and changed the topic with a smile:
"Sister Feng, you should take a few steps back. Tongtian Pavilion has rules. Qualifications are tested based on the rankings on the Tongtian Ranking. If you want to test, you have to wait behind you."
Feng Xingying glanced at her casually.
But Nangong Yulian backed away continuously, with a panicked look on her face: "I don't mean anything else, and I don't look down on you because you can't awaken your spiritual power. I'm just telling the truth, don't hit me."
Haha, with such poor acting skills, do you really think she is a fool? Feng Xingying's lips curved into a hint of sarcasm.
There are so many explanations and nothing more to say than to rub salt into Feng Xingying's wounds, reminding her that she is not a spiritual person and is just an inferior person in front of spiritual beings like them.
It's just that Nangong Yulian is a little smarter than her stupid sister Feng Yuexian. She knows how to belittle others without showing any trace, and she has a loyal maid to help her talk about being a villain.
After being reminded by Nangong Yulian, Nangong Chuye finally thought of a way to regain his position, and immediately pointed at Feng Xingying and challenged him:
"Feng Xingying, haven't you also awakened your spiritual power and boasted that you have extraordinary qualifications? What I, Nangong Chu, said in the main hall certainly count. Today's qualification test, if you can rank higher than your sister Feng on the Tongtian Ranking, Yuexian, I will kneel down and kowtow three times!"
"Okay. I'll wait. They say that a gentleman's words are hard to follow. I'm just a little worried that His Highness the Crown Prince is not a gentleman and may not fulfill his promise." Feng Xingying glanced at Nangong Chu and glanced at Feng Yue from the corner of his eye. Fairy.
However, Feng Yuexian held Nangong Chu's arm with both hands, and her whole body was hanging on his arm, wishing to stick to him.
She was looking at Feng Xingying provocatively.
In the memory of the original owner, Feng Yuexian always liked this, using subtle movements to sting Feng Xingying's fragile soul.
Unfortunately, this trick may not work now.
She, Feng Xingying, looked down upon a prince who was no different from a breeding pig.
Bi Rui, the maid of the Ninth Princess, continued to remind Feng Xingying: "Miss Feng, Tongtian Pavilion has the rules of Tongtian Pavilion. Even if you want to test your qualifications, please go to the back. Everyone is waiting. If you have useless qualifications, don't jump in the queue and delay everyone. Good timing.”
"Trash is better than a dog, not to mention that sister Xingying is not a trash. According to what you said, do I, the king, also have to be ranked behind?" Ping Ping Wang Nangong Zhuo, a handsome young man, walked towards Feng Xingying step by step.
Bi Rui bit her lip, not daring to reply.
Although Nangong Zhuo is still a child, he is the prince with the highest title in Dali Kingdom. If a little palace maid like her dares to say disrespectful words, her death will be in vain.
Who doesn't know that Nangong Zhuo is very lucky. The mysterious alchemy master You Ying opened his meridians with a high-grade marrow-cleansing pill, and he was awakened as a metal spirit in public. His thunder and lightning power is extremely strong, and his aptitude is at least five stars.
Does he need to line up? Obviously not!
Regarding the noble prince and the outstandingly qualified Nangong Yulian and Feng Yuexian, Nangong Zhuo pretended not to see him, but just walked up to Feng Xingying and whispered affectionately:
"Sister, I'm here."
"It should have come a long time ago." Feng Xingying nodded, reached out and patted Nangong Zhuo on the shoulder, with a warm smile on his face.
"Um."
Nangong is not as tall as Feng Xingying, but he looks like a little adult, with slightly red cheeks.