"I am not good at wine, but I am interested in new things. I have travelled a long way. If I can't taste what I want, I will have regrets in my heart."
"It's impossible for everything in life to be perfect. It is normal to leave regrets."
"Are there any regrets in the life of King Nanling?"
"There are so many."
After a banquet, the drunken party ended.
Back in the Palace of Qian De, Feng Mohan directly lay down on the dragon bed.
Tiring.
It's tiring.
Especially when facing a person whose aura is equal to that of the emperor's uncle, it feels like facing two emperor's uncles at the same time.
Feng Mohan is a bit unlovable.
"Uncle Emperor, that Duan Ting is an extremely difficult character."
"How do you know?" Feng Qingbai sat in front of the window, sobering in the evening breeze.
Because you are very difficult, Feng Mohan naturally did not dare to say that he had replaced the emperor in Duan Ting, "Look at him, sitting in a wheelchair, he can still let the ministers of civil and military affairs who come with him respectfully respect him, which can be seen in Beicang. , Is an unpleasant character. Especially with a smile on his face from time to time, silly, not smiling."
"Learn more, you can do what he did in the future, and the whole court will be under your control."
"..." That's too far away, "Uncle Emperor, I think you two have a good conversation during the dinner, what did he talk to you?"
Feng Qingbai kept silent, looking up at the stars in the night sky.
His little girl appeared in his mind, smiling broadly in the Liu Family Courtyard.
That side is calm, he will try his best to maintain it.
At this time, a man in a wheelchair in a room at the inn was also watching the stars from the window.
"Master, do you say that King Nanling will allow us to go to Xinghua Village? The man's thoughts are so deep that it is unpredictable."
"What about if it is allowed or not? Where do I want to go, do I still need to get the consent of others?" The man smiled and said indifferently.
"I heard that the king of Nanling guarded Xinghua Village very tightly. If the prince wants to make the trip, I'm afraid it may not go smoothly."
"Yes. It's too difficult to stop the road, what should I do." The man rubbed his eyebrows as if in distress, but there was no bitterness in the man's eyes.
The king of Nanling, the wind and green cypress.
It is indeed not as famous as seeing it.
Turning to look at the environment in the room, the layout is good, and the place that welcomes the envoys from other countries is naturally not shaky, but it seems that something is missing.
Pat the armrest of the wheelchair, "Go, go to Nanling Palace."
"Lord?"
"Huh?" He looked sideways and swept towards the maidservant, "Zi Feng, you talk a lot today."
The maidservant named Zifeng immediately lowered her head, did not dare to speak any more, and pushed her wheelchair to walk outside instead.
The master has a good temperament, but when he speaks, he never allows others to speak up.
Feng Qingbai stepped on Xingyue to return to the mansion, entered the mansion, and saw the man who regarded him as his home in Nanling Prince's Mansion.
Rotating the wheelchair and walking around the hall, looking here, flipping over there.
It's really rare.
Entering the hall, he called the small servant for tea, Feng Qingbai sat down on the chair, and did not restrict the men to patrol, "If there is any improper layout, the king can make comments."
The man turned his head and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "King Nanling didn't ask why I appeared here?"
"You are already there, why bother to ask." He wanted to say, naturally that would say, not wanting to say, what's the use of asking.
Duan Tingchang smiled, "I like your temperament, unlike others, buzzing in my ears and asking a lot, it's so annoying."
"It seems that King Ting has a hobby of breaking into other people's homes, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to provoke a lot of trouble."
"I'm just curious about a lot of things."
"Now, is curiosity satisfied?"
Duan Ting turned his wheelchair, approached Feng Qingbai, and looked at him with his cheek, "No, I'm not curious about things anymore, but I am even more curious about you."
"You have a habit of breaking sleeves? Sorry, my king doesn't."
Duan Ting twitched his face invisibly, and walked away, "If someone else dared to say this to me, the head would have fallen to the ground."
"Fortunately, the king's head is still on his neck."
Looking at Feng Qingbai for a moment, Duan Ting leaned down slightly, patted the armrest of the wheelchair and smiled, "I don't like the post room. Tonight, I live in Nanling Palace. Could Nanling King guarantee my safety?"
"Come here, prepare the guest room, and bring the distinguished guests to check in." Feng Qingbai got up and nodded to Duan Ting, "Ting Wang, please do it yourself."
"Thank you." Behind him, the man said softly.
Feng Qingbai didn't turn his head back.
That night, an assassin in the Nanling Palace tried to sneak in and was blocked outside the impermeable protection of the Palace.
The sound of fighting lasted for nearly an hour. The people in the guest yard slept soundly. When they heard the movement, they only lifted their eyelids and fell asleep again.
When Wei Zi came to report, Feng Qingbai was writing a letter to his little girl in the study.
"Master, the number of martial arts of the assassin is different from the past, not the same."
Feng Qingbai didn't lift his head, "It's for Duan Ting. He has been in the palace for the past few days to strengthen the defense of the palace."
"The master meant that he came to the palace to seek asylum on purpose?"
"The battle of the Bei Cang imperial family is not calmer than that of Nan Ling. A person who is not good enough and shockingly talented, who is highly regarded by the emperor Bei Cang, thinks of his death."
"So, didn't the master be involved in the Beicang royal family struggle?" Wei Zi frowned, and there were so many things on the master's body. If there was anything to do with Duan Ting, wouldn't it be something for himself.
"The Assassin attacked the Nanling Palace. The Palace is just for defense. What does it have to do with the royal family? This king doesn't know anything about them."
"..." Wei Zi twitched his lips and withdrew.
Early in the morning of the second day, the people in the guest yard pushed their wheelchairs and came out full of energy. When they saw Feng Qingbai, they stretched out.
"Master, this is the early dynasty?"
"No, the next morning."
"It turns out it's so late, sorry, I slept soundly last night, I don't know how to wake up."
"It's okay, there are not many days you can sleep well."
Duan Ting rubbed his forehead, "Master, you have thorns on your body, and your words are piercing."
"The king of the palace regards my Nanling Palace as a free bodyguard. I still can't get a tie? Just as your payment." Feng Qingbai said quietly, passing the man.
Behind him, Duan Ting supported his cheeks and looked at his back, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
"The prince, are you going back to the post? This time the delegation of envoys came here to negotiate with Nanling. The prince is not there and the dragons have no leader."
"It's hard to come by once, so what's in a hurry? Let them wait, push carts, and stroll around the garden."
The two maids looked at each other and had no choice but to push up their wheelchairs and walk around Yiying's courtyard and back garden along the paths of the palace.
When passing through several other courtyards, the man looked at the names of the other courtyards, and laughed again, "Liu Yun Pavilion, Yu Qing Yuan, Sheng Xiao Yuan. It's really interesting, I can't tell, the famous Nanling King, so long in love."
"The prince, Liu Yusheng, is the name of the little genius doctor of Yunzhou."
"Really, this king knows, it's just that this king doesn't like to be reminded." The man looked sideways and looked at Zifeng, with a smile on his face that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.
"Master, forgive me!"