In the midst of the rickety chaos, the domineering coachman whipped those around him continually. Because those soldiers were still trying to control the white horse, which made the driver feel insulted!
"Go away! I want your help? Do you know whose carriage I am? Do you dare to stop the little prince's horse? You don't want to live, do you? Do you know who you are doing? That is the little prince's quasi-wangfei , if you hurt the concubine, the heads of all of you are not enough to cut off, hurry up and get out of here! Don't hinder me from going!" The coachman yelled while twitching. His attitude was still arrogant and bad, but he could hear the annoyance and panic in his words.
He was also afraid that if he could not control the two horses, he would be blamed by the little princess inside, but he was used to being arrogant, and no one would stop him. His actions caused waves of commotion around him, and the people shook their heads one after another. Who is the little prince? That is not the prince of the royal family, but the devil king who is more favored than the prince!
Who in this capital would dare to offend him? If Yang Tingxing was the demon king of the world, this little prince is even worse than him, and even more arrogant. What the little prince does depends on his mood, but he is fine. Very, deeply loved by the old prince and the emperor.
"Who is the little prince?" Fenghuang frowned and asked, Yinhuan thought about it and said: "It should be the son of the original regent's family. The original regent was originally in charge of the imperial court. He single-handedly assisted the emperor to ascend the throne. He was respectful and afraid. Later, the regent asked the emperor to give him the title of regent and give him the title of idle king, which meant that he wanted to be an obvious prince. How dare the emperor think that it was the regent who was testing him. The regent moved out of the capital, and later gave birth to a son, whom the emperor likes very much, saying that he loves him even more than his own prince."
"Later, this son was revered as a young prince at such a young age. It was really lawless. As for the concubine of the young prince... I really don't know who it is." Yinhuan said again, and Fenghuang nodded and continued to look over.
Because it was the little prince's carriage, all these soldiers dared not speak out, they could only let the coachman beat them, but they didn't want to hurt innocent people, all they could do was drive the carriages to the side. But because of the chaotic scene, not only were they useless, but they also injured these soldiers everywhere.
However, the coachman who was beating people didn't have any intention of stopping, looking at the howling crowd, the civilians who were constantly being trampled by horses, a trace of anger flashed in Fenghuang's eyes. She realized that it was impossible to continue like this, and sooner or later people would be trampled to death. This was an innocent disaster, and a gleam of coldness flashed in Fenghuang's eyes. The most important thing now was to appease the two frightened horses.
Fenghuang looked at her hands, she was not capable yet, she could not descend from the sky like a savior to protect these people, Fenghuang felt frustrated for the first time, she wondered if she could quickly learn how to fly to the nine heavens, would she be able to protect these people.
Just when Fenghuang was at a loss, a melodious sound of the flute came. Fenghuang followed the sound of the flute and looked over. A man in green clothes who couldn't see his face was standing on the city wall. He was bathed in the sun and looked independent. There was an inexplicable emotion in her heart, and she couldn't see the man's face clearly, but only vaguely saw a silhouette.
"Zi... Jing..." The inexplicable Fenghuang came up with such a name. She searched carefully in her mind, but found no news about Zijing. Yinhuan looked at Fenghuang suspiciously and said: "Princess, you just now What are you talking about?"
Fenghuang shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything."
The melodious sound of the flute was in the air, and the two restless horses suddenly quieted down. They no longer bumped into each other, but looked up at the man on the city wall, with peaceful eyes in their dark eyes.
The sound of the flute seemed to have a strange magical power, which made everyone present quiet down. Fenghuang couldn't help but smacked his lips, but the carriage driver rolled out of the carriage because of the sudden stop of the white horse. , the carriage driver subconsciously waved his whip, beside him was a young child.
Fenghuang stepped forward and grasped the man's whip, her hands were slightly numb from the shock. Even though she hadn't learned martial arts well, she still had these abilities after being a mercenary for so long. Not a single thank you.
Fenghuang didn't care and looked coldly at the coachman, who yelled and said, "What are you, you dare to stop me!"
With a strong right hand from Fenghuang, the driver of the carriage fell backwards and accidentally bumped into the carriage. The white horse was frightened again, jumped up and let out a long cry, and a woman inside the carriage rolled out.
"Ouch, it hurts to death!" The crimson figure rolled out of the carriage and was hit to the ground. The fall made her dizzy, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, and she looked extremely embarrassed.
She shouted angrily: "How did you drive the car!"
"Wangfei?" The coachman was frightened when he saw the little prince's quasi-wangfei being knocked out of the carriage, and hurried to help him. This young prince dotes on this princess very much. It is said that the regent also likes this princess very much. If he offends her, the coachman can't imagine.
The princess didn't appreciate it, she slapped the coachman fiercely with a blue face: "Get out of here! I'll tell you it's over!"
The coachman was thrown back by the slap and fell down. He hurriedly got up and knelt down on his knees, begging for mercy: "Princess, you have a lot of adults, please forgive me this time, princess..."
"Get lost!" The concubine kicked the coachman unceremoniously, and then kicked a few more times, feeling puzzled.
At this time, the two maids ran out of the carriage and supported her. The princess put her hands on her hips, looked around arrogantly, and said in a cold voice, "Who did it just now? Stand up automatically!"
It's not that she didn't hear the sound of the flute, but she didn't know who played it. She thought that the person who played the flute and the person who made her embarrassing herself were the same person.
All of a sudden, the surroundings became very quiet. Under the domineering sight of the little princess, everyone lowered their heads. Some people couldn't stop looking at Fenghuang, who was standing not far from the little princess. The corner of Fang Fang's lips curled up into a mocking sneer, and his beautiful eyes squinted at the princess with a half-smile. However, she has become so arrogant before becoming a princess, so it's okay for Suo Si to become a princess.
Without waiting for Fenghuang to think about it, the little princess actually walked towards Fenghuang step by step. She had already noticed that many people were looking at Fenghuang. She looked at Fenghuang's plain face but was still much prettier than her. gas. The little princess grabbed the whip from the rider and was about to greet Fenghuang, Yinhuan shouted anxiously: "What are you doing?"