"Second Lord." Liu Feng frowned.
But Murong Qianjue took a step forward, pointed at his forehead, and scolded, "Don't think I don't know, Ziyan doesn't have the guts to do such a thing, these things must be instigated by you! You just don't want me to achieve what I want Wish, I still want to do it for you! Zhongli Wanyun, I am married! I will always occupy the throne of King Gong! His Zongzheng Fusu is so powerful, come out! He If he has the ability, he will have the ability to reveal his identity! If the master doesn't get the woman he loves, he won't even think about it! At worst, he will die!"
Debunk your identity
That is absolutely impossible!
Liu Feng looked serious and anxious. What is the identity of the master? The late Prince Wuyou! If someone really finds out something about this and files a complaint with Emperor Ning, then the master's painstaking efforts over the past six months will be in vain again! Don't say it's revenge, even if you can't protect yourself!
Master has something to do, so Murong Qianjue will naturally not feel better!
This time, he threatened his own life, obviously he was determined after eating the weight!
"Second Lord calm down." Liu Feng said quietly, "This subordinate assures you that this subordinate will not do anything out of line again, and please Second Master put the overall situation first and leave a way out for you and Master."
"Heh..." Murong Qianjue sneered, "You'd better keep your word! Anyway, I, Murong Qianjue, have nothing to miss except women. If you really push me into a hurry, I will do anything! You guys You can control your own mouth, but you can't control your master's!"
"This subordinate understands." Liu Feng lowered his head.
Murong Qianjue gave him a hard "bah", and finally relieved his anger, but tore off Liufeng's belt and tied it to his wound.
Liu Feng stretched out his hand to protect his pants, frowned and remained silent.
Murong Qianjue turned to Ziyan again and said, "My clothes are dirty, I can't see people, why don't you hurry up and send me a few more sets of clean clothes?"
"Yes! This subordinate will do it now!" Zi Yan nodded repeatedly.
Wanyun Pavilion.
Lu Qiao paced around the door with an anxious expression on her face.
Dongfang Jing got up, glanced at her, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing with a bitter face? Did anyone give you a hard time?"
"Miss!" Luqiao stomped her feet anxiously, "The servant is anxious for my uncle!"
"Zongzheng Fusu?" Dongfang Jing frowned, obviously hated hearing this name, "He is far away in Prince Gong's mansion, why did he provoke you?"
"Young Master brings flowers here every day, but today... the slaves waited and waited but couldn't wait..." Luqiao twisted her fingers, "Miss, you throw away his flowers every time, is he angry?"
"If you get angry, get angry!" Dongfang Jing twitched her lips, "I have the right to throw it away, and he has the right to be angry. He does his thing, and I do mine. Neither of us can control the other!"
"Miss!" Lu Qiao pouted with displeasure on her face, "You are about to get married, why do you keep talking ill to my uncle? If this continues, you won't have a good life when you enter Prince Gong's Mansion !"
"Whether you can enter Prince Gong's Mansion or not!" Dongfang Jing frowned. She had a hunch that the big wedding at Yuhuatai would not be so easy to go smoothly.
"Who said that?"
The third lady came here from a distance, followed by Qingluo and Jinqiu.
Dongfang Jing was stunned, quickly retracted her sleeves, and called "Mother" in a low voice.
"Wan Yun, today you go to the palace with your mother, and go to the Yuhua Terrace to have a look..."
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