"It was Feng Wu who interceded for me, so I saved my life and didn't lose the position of patriarch... However, the official position on me was directly removed by His Majesty." Feng Yanfeng's heart was aching.
The eldest lady was terrified.
Feng Yanfeng waved his hands weakly: "In the future... don't be enemies with Feng Wu, remember, remember..."
After saying this, Patriarch Feng, who was overly frightened today, fainted, his whole body was hot, and the fever continued.
Feng Wu didn't know what happened in the big room. If she knew, she probably wouldn't care.
On her way back to Xingyunyuan, she was stopped by someone.
A cold figure stood on the octagonal cornice of the pavilion.
The bright moonlight, the fluttering robes, like a fairy, seems to want to ride the wind back home.
Zuo Qingluan looked down at Feng Wu from a high place.
Five years later, this is the first time she has looked at Feng Wu so seriously.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Zuo Qingluan had to admit that the phoenix dance was beautiful, more beautiful than her, and even more beautiful than her in the future.
What an unpleasant discovery.
Zuo Qingluan was still standing on the top of the pavilion, staring down at Feng Wu.
Even after losing two games in a row, Zuo Qingluan is still extremely proud.
Feng Wu is not qualified to look at her.
She can only be looked down upon like an ant.
On a cold winter night, the night was windy, white snow fluttered, and a tense atmosphere filled the space between the two of them. The battle seemed to be about to break out.
Zuo Qingluan opened her mouth first, she sighed, glanced at Feng Wu, and said in the most ordinary tone:
"I really didn't expect that beauty is so important. I used to underestimate the importance of appearance."
Feng Wu put her hands behind her, looking calm and relaxed, with a slight curvature on the corner of her mouth: "So, you gave me a birthday with Your Highness Jun instead of looking for you. It boils down to, I look more beautiful than you?"
Zuo Qingluan's jade-white eyebrows frowned slightly: "Isn't it?"
Feng Wu did not answer her, but asked a question: "Do you regret it?"
I regret not ruining her appearance five years ago.
Zuo Qingluan thought for a while, then hummed: "I do regret it."'
Feng Wu's mouth slightly raised: "It's too late to regret it now."
Zuo Qingluan shook his head: "It's too late."
Feng Dance: "Oh?"
Zuo Qingluan: "He sees your beautiful skin now. Before he gets tired of it, I can't take action, otherwise he will be angry. You know, I never want him to be angry."
Feng Dance: "So?"
Zuo Qingluan: "When he gets tired of it, you won't be able to keep your skin. You know, he likes the new and hates the old the most."
Feng Wu shook her head: "Then you really misread him, he is the most nostalgic."
Zuo Qingluan sneered, disapproving.
No one would have imagined that two people who were in the same position in the eyes of others could have a normal conversation at this moment.
It seemed that there was an incense stick, and Zuo Qingluan spoke again:
"I'll give you three days."
Feng Dance: "Oh?"
Zuo Qingluan: "Three days later, everyone in your Xingyunyuan will pack up and go back to the North City, and you will not be able to step into the imperial capital again. In this way, I can spare your life."
Feng Wu: "What if I don't go."
Zuo Qingluan: "Then I will feel sorry for you."
Feng Wu doesn't like Zuo Qingluan's condescending appearance, as if she was born superior to others, and one day, she will break Zuo Qingluan's golden body! Feng Wu thought secretly in her heart.
Feng Wu: "You won't threaten me for no reason, let's just say, did you find any reason you think?"
(End of this chapter)