He pulled Chun Yumeng, grabbed Feng Zhiwei's shoulders, and said with a smile: "This king is too lazy to be sullen, so I sat down here in the official shed, and you all come too."
Feng Zhiwei froze.
At the most opportune time, that man's hand suddenly wrapped around her shoulder, seemingly unintentionally, and half of her shoulder immediately went numb.
She is so stupid!
Knowing that she might be facing the number one fox in the Tiansheng Dynasty, why did she get so complacent just now, get out of the way, and leave Lin Shao's side, so that he can take advantage of it!
A cold breath invaded the shoulders, piercing through the blood vessels, and the flesh and blood in the joints immediately flowed sluggishly, but they could still move. She slowly raised her head, gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "Thank you, my lord, for your love."
Chun Yumeng and Lin Shao looked at her a little strangely, surprised why her movements suddenly slowed down, but they also thought that Wei Zhi, who was born in an ordinary family, suddenly fell into the eyes of the King of Chu, "overwhelmed by flattery" and was stupefied with joy, so his reaction was slow Some are also normal.
Because Ning Yi spoke in a low voice just now, the conversation between the two has been noticed by everyone at this time. The students all turned their heads and saw Ning Yi hastily bowed to the ground. Chun Yumeng and Lin Shao hurriedly backed away. Yi Yin hugged him again, but he couldn't retreat even if he wanted to.
She froze there, covered in cold sweat, Ning Yi said lightly, "Get up." He never let go of her from beginning to end. ... Those eyes with unclear meaning but mostly full of hostility instantly overwhelmed the unlucky Feng Zhiwei.
Looking at Feng Zhiwei who became the target of public criticism in an instant, the corners of Ning Yi's lips curled up, his smile was elegant and charming, like a snow-white demon red mandala flower quietly blooming in the middle of the night, everyone stared straight away, seeing Feng Zhiwei Want to destroy flowers with hot hands.
It's a pity that His Highness was not moved by her eyes at all, and walked through the eyes of everyone with a smile on her shoulders, and sat casually in the official shed, sitting "intimately" beside her. The seat he chose was in the middle of the shed, and no one around her dared to Sit down again, Lin Shao wanted to follow, but Chunyu yanked her away, the two winked at each other before leaving, which meant that they avoided suspicion, Feng Zhiwei seized this opportunity to make good friends.
Feng Zhiwei groaned secretly, so she had no choice but to bathe in the pricking eyes of thousands of people, at first she felt pain, but then she calmed down—ordinary people don't understand the thorough enlightenment and detachment of dying people.
"His Majesty is coming—"
In the distance, a slender voice sang loudly.
The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and when everyone waited with bated breath for that moment, a solemn and chilling atmosphere arose spontaneously.
Everyone stood up and wanted to bow down, Feng Zhiwei also wanted to get up, the person next to her suddenly turned sideways and leaned on her shoulders, the gorgeous and cool breath like flowers and falling snow approached, and with a movement of her sleeves, she had already grasped her her hands.
Feng Zhiwei was in a trance, and then heard the man whispering in his ear, with a charming posture, and his voice was softer and light like an illusory dream, and asked with a smile.
"Why are your palms so sweaty..."
The man's breath gently blew on the side of her ear, brushing the hair on her sideburns, making her slightly itchy. The breath is like a rose in spring and a flowing spring in winter, with fine thorns hidden and cool ice floating. Yes, but it is beyond redemption.
Just like at this moment, when the holy driver came and all the people came to pay homage, he was leaning on her shoulder in a charming posture, looking really ambiguous and presumptuous, and the officials lying on the ground all around secretly turned their eyes, looking at this "pair of men" Even more ambiguous than Ning Yi's gesture.
The king of Chu is a romantic man, and everyone in the imperial capital is known for his reputation of being both male and female.
But no one knew the insidious and murderous intent behind the teasing gesture—he locked her meridians and prevented her from kneeling down.
The emperor did not kneel when he arrived, which was disrespectful—he made it clear that he wanted to kill her with a knife, and wanted her to be dragged out and killed immediately by the palace guards on the charge of disrespect.
Ming Huang Luan had faintly appeared at the side of the wide-open main entrance. At this time, everyone was kneeling, and Feng Zhiwei sat standing out from the crowd. People's surprised eyes began to shoot over.
Feng Zhi lowered his eyes slightly, and met the face that was close at hand, with a spring-like face, eyes of glazed brilliance like ice beads, and a deep smile in the eyes.
She smiled suddenly, and sat calmly, "Because Cao Min was sweating agitatedly thinking about going to die with the prince."
"oh?"
"Your lord doesn't really think that the grassroots just broke in rashly last night, did you?" Feng Zhiwei said leisurely, "The secret building is deeply hidden and there are many traps. Is there really someone who could accidentally hit there?"
Her tone was calm, but her eyes were fixed on the main entrance. The yellow dragon flag was already unfurled in front of her eyes, and the holy car was coming soon.
Ning Yi's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes darkened a little. This was the reason why he didn't strike right away just now. On the one hand, it was not convenient for him to take action to silence him on this occasion; There are instructions.
At this moment, Feng Zhiwei did not shy away from raising his doubts, and if Feng Zhiwei had another mastermind, he would have to follow the clues to find the mastermind behind it, then this kid's life—
He pondered for a moment, the footsteps of the royal guards were approaching, the iron-blue armor flickered in the cold light of the morning sun, and the guards at the front, who could already see everything in the field, were scanning the field with sharp eyes like eagles. Inside, searching for all signs and characters that are not conducive to His Majesty's safety, his gaze is about to sweep to the official shed—
"What did those underground soldiers go to last night, and where are they now?" Feng Zhiwei looked away, not looking at the main entrance, but began to look around contentedly, "Hey, I have several members from the Academy of Political Science and History and the Academy of Military Affairs. classmate, why didn’t you seem to be here today?”
Ning Yi's eyes flashed, and he suddenly sneered.
Before the sneer was over, he pushed his hand, and Feng Zhiwei felt his whole body lighten and his legs go limp, and he couldn't help but fall forward, his forehead hit the ground.
At this moment, the guard turned his eyes to the official shed.
And the mountain shouted, and everyone bent over the dust.
Feng Zhiwei crouched on the ground, the sweat in her palm instantly wet the floor tiles.
Ning Yi knelt beside her and said in a low and clear voice amidst the deafening mountain cries: "How many other companions do you have? What are you doing now? What did you do last night?" What do you want to do?"
Feng Zhiwei turned her head and smiled at him, "Your Highness, you won't suddenly become stupid, do you think I will tell you now?"