To his answer, she was both surprised and not surprised.
After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and laughed at himself, "I know everything about me. A sinner, what can I find. Yinyue Valley is remote and poor, suitable for sinners to atone for their sins. The emperor is a place like gold branches and jade leaves. Don't want to come."
"The second prince I know is not a self-pity person." After finishing his coat, Feng Mohan shrank and hugged his arms. "Hey, it's really cold here. Anyway, I'm also a visitor from afar. You should always entertain. Shall I come in for a cup of tea?"
"... The emperor, this is Yinyue Valley, and there is no tea where I live."
"No water?"
"You can burn a pot."
"Then go back and burn it."
After all, Feng Mohan snatched the sickle rope in Feng Yi's hand and threw it away, pulling people back, "This place is really a place where chickens do not lay eggs and birds do not shit. I'm very curious about how you found this. A place where you live in seclusion? If your enemy wants to assassinate you, it may take decades to find someone. Your self-protection method is also a wait, I admire it."
Feng Yi endured and endured, the corners of his mouth twitched, and finally turned his head and smirked.
This kind of style is different from what she sees on formal occasions. It is more casual and kind.
Back in the thatched house, smoke billowed in the stove, Feng Yi was about to rush in when he was startled, and was dragged by the man next to him.
"Don't panic, it's my little eunuch who is the attendant who made a fire inside. Maybe the skill is not too good, and the smoke is a little bit thicker, don't worry, it won't burn your house..."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Feng Mohan gritted his teeth, "Small board!" What a shame!
"The emperor!" As soon as I looked up and saw the person standing at the door, the small board ran over immediately, grieving, "The emperor, the minion wants to make a fire waiting for you, the minion is doing his best! How about we change the room?"
Feng Mohan stroked his forehead and apologized to Feng Yi, "Would you like to change the house? I am rounded up for the cost and get a big tiled house?"
Feng Yi, "..." Seeing the extremely embarrassed expressions of the master and servant, it is not to blame, it is not to be generous.
After all, this is where she lives. The stove is gone. Where can she cook and eat? The rice noodles and firewood are all in the stove.
"Let's put out the fire first, lest people around you are hurt."
"Yes, fight the fire, I will help you." The man said, he stepped forward a few steps and kicked his leg fiercely. With a bang, the otherwise weak mud wall collapsed completely.
The fire was extinguished, and the stove was finished.
Feng Yi just squatted down and wrapped the snow ball with a cloth towel to cover her face. Feng Yi, who was about to rush in, loosened her hand, and the snow lump on her face fell down, making her whole body dumb.
The cold wind was bleak, and snow began to float in the black sky.
Three people in the yard stood facing the wind, looking at each other, no one made a sound for a long time.
"Snee!"
Feng Mohan feigned nothing until Xiaobanzi broke the silence with another sneeze, "I will pay."
Feng Yi couldn't say a word.
Before the appearance of Emperor Nanling, everything was fine for her, plain and clean, and following the rules.
When he comes, it is a disaster.
"The emperor, did you really destroy my house on purpose?" Feng Yi asked.
"You have seen it with your own eyes, why would I deliberately destroy your house? Are you that kind of person? Besides, thatched houses are worthless! If you want this, I will build ten and eight for you!" The man was angry. , With the anger of being wronged.