"No." Dongfang Jing raised her head, raised her clear eyes inadvertently, and asked, "What does Your Highness think the concubine should ask?"
She knew everything clearly in her heart.
What can she ask
Like an ordinary woman, a shrew swears at the street, cries, makes trouble, and hangs herself, forcing him to admit his mistake obediently and return to his side
Dongfang Jing thinks she is not an ordinary woman, and she can't trample on her self-esteem like that! What's more, in his opinion, he has no emotional connection with her at all. Wouldn't it be baffling if she was crying at this moment
When she asked such a rhetorical question, Zongzheng Fusu only felt that his self-esteem was severely trampled on again, trampled on repeatedly!
"It's nothing, I'm very pleased that you can recognize your position." Zongzheng Fusu couldn't help but sarcastically sarcasm himself, and tapped his fingers on the table case lightly, making an irritable voice, "Okay! Very good!" Good! You are doing very well!"
"Thank you, my lord, for your compliment." Dongfang Jing pretended to smile calmly, "I will resign as a concubine."
As soon as she finished speaking, she gave Zongzheng Fusu an indifferent back, and hurriedly disappeared outside the door.
Zongzheng Fusu stared at the beautiful figure, and kicked the incense burner on the floor in anger, so that the incense ash flew all over the floor, and the whole desk was in a mess!
"Master, be careful!" Liu Feng hurriedly summoned his servants to quickly clean up the incense ash that fell on the ground. Those incense ashes were mixed with poison, and used to counteract Zongzheng Fusu's internal injuries with poison, but if it touched the wound on his body, poured into the body from the outer skin, it would rot the flesh and blood! Such a simple incense burner is fatal to Zongzheng Fusu's broken body!
He doesn't care about his body so much, he knows the reason without asking! He hated Miss Wanyun's indifference!
Zongzheng Fusu frowned in displeasure, and deliberately kicked the incense burner twice as if torturing himself.
Liu Feng was sweating profusely, and quickly ordered someone to remove the incense burner.
Zongzheng Fusu sat down in front of the desk and forced to open a booklet to read it. It wasn't until Liu Feng came in with lunch that he realized... He even took the booklet backwards. He was in a daze for such a long time!
"Master, it's time to eat." Liu Feng reminded cautiously.
Zongzheng Fusu closed the booklet, fell to the side, picked up two mouthfuls of vegetables at random, and felt that eating everything was like chewing wax, which was very unpleasant. He simply threw away the chopsticks, walked to the edge of the couch, lay down on his back, stared at the roof with wide eyes, without saying a word.
Liu Feng glanced at the untouched food on the table, frowned involuntarily, and asked tentatively, "I heard that the princess is best at making bayberry cakes. Recently, the bayberry is ripe, and the master has a bad appetite. Why don't you ask the princess to help?"
"Yangmei, sour. Cakes, greasy. Don't eat." Zongzheng Fu Su cherished his words like gold, and then pursed his thin lips tightly.
Liu Feng froze in place, with an embarrassed expression on his face, "Then why don't you invite the princess to brew some hawthorn wine, I heard that the princess' wine making skills are also outstanding."
"Alcohol?" Zongzheng Fusu shook his head, "Quit."
Liu Feng finally understands, his master just doesn't want to hear the word "Wangfei", as long as it is something made by her, even if the weather is good, he will deliberately resist it.
He ordered people to clean up the dishes, Liu Feng pestle was at the door for a long time, finally he folded back, and asked the person on the couch, "Master, are we really going to enter the palace tonight?"