"See me?" Chu Feng was a little confused.
After entering Pan Jinmao's Great Tent of the Chinese Army, Chu Feng saw at a glance that Pan Jinmao was speaking with an indifferent old man.
There was a palpable majesty in the old man's expression, and he actually suppressed Pan Jinmao. Moreover, the strength of the old man is not low, the whole person sits there, standing like a mountain between the heaven and the earth.
It is very likely to be a master of innate realm, or even a higher cultivation base.
"Chu Feng, you came just right. This is the steward Pang from the Eighth Prince's Mansion in the prefectural capital. This time I made a special trip to ask you to treat the Eighth Prince's trousers." Pan Jinmao briefly said about the situation.
Chu Feng looked dazed, but looking at the indifference of this steward Pang's face, the arrogant aura exuding was a bit better than that of urging him.
He knew that this person should not be taken lightly.
Not everyone can be a prince, he belongs to the royal family, and his status is much more noble than a first-grade member.
The general, no matter how great the credit is, it will only be sealed.
The king is the king, most of whom are the brothers or heirs of the emperor.
This is why the ancients never talked about the king, but about the king, who is in an orderly manner and has a strict hierarchy, so naturally it cannot be reversed.
"Chu Feng has seen steward Pang!" Chu Feng bowed to steward Pang and saluted.
Pan Jinmao wouldn't mention him, asking him to be polite and respectful to Steward Pang. Pan Jin pretended that Chu Feng was playing tricks, so he would be evil to the steward Pang. As long as he left a bad impression on Steward Pang, he would inevitably wear small shoes for Chu Feng.
Steward Pang sat there, squinting his eyes and looking at Chu Feng coldly.
"Stable and steady, neither humble nor overbearing! It's a bit extraordinary to be able to occupy the position of deputy commander so young!" Steward Pang said with a slight expression of compliment, and then stood up and said, "The prince is desperate, you can go with me immediately. !"
Steward Pang didn't even ask Chu Feng whether he agreed.
This is also the unique hegemony of the royal family.
Regardless of whether you have a husband or disagree with the beauties that the emperor is fond of, you will be conscripted into the palace directly and have a strong bow. Dare not to obey, punish the nine tribes.
Who wants to do things, that is also a direct sacred metaphor! As for the sacred decree, those who have a certain status will receive this kind of treatment only if they are treated by the emperor.
"Chu Feng, don't hide your clumsiness, do your work for the Eighth Prince, you have to do your best, you know? Otherwise, that would be a head-off!" Pan Jin smiled yinly, reminding him of "concern" Chu Feng said.
Chu Feng was not stupid, he had already remembered.
It must have been put on by this surname Pan.
How easy is it to work for the Eighth Prince? If you do it well, you can do a great job.
The eighth prince's panshan beast is sick, and with the status of the eighth prince, the beast masters that can be invited must be very powerful. So many people can't be cured, let him be cured by a'wild road' that is not even regarded as a beast master.
Was this unclearly pushing him onto the guillotine
Chu Feng sneered in his heart, if it was someone else, naturally he would only lose his head. But he has a magical ancient tripod, no matter what strange illness you are, no matter how serious you are, as long as you have a breath, you can heal it.
Pan Jin pretended to want to kill someone with a knife, that was a wrong calculation.
This is a free gift to him, so that he can have friendship with the Eighth Prince.
Although he had full confidence in his heart, Chu Feng had a bitter expression on his face, and a little bit late Ai Ai said, "The steward Pang, the villain is just a three-handed axe handed down from his ancestors, he is just a wild way. The mountain beast is too expensive to say, and the villain is worried in case there is a mistake."
Pan Jinmao couldn't help laughing when he saw Chu Feng's weeping face and sorrowful words.
"Chu Feng, don't be humble! You have cured the pill beast and other things, and I have truthfully reported to the Eighth Prince. It is your honor to be able to share the worries for the Eighth Prince. Go quickly and don't worry about it!"
Steward Pang also urged, "The old man is just here to invite people for the prince. Deputy Commander Chu must not know how to promote, toast and not eat, and fine wine!" This old guy is quite domineering.
There was no room for Chu Feng to resist.
He came over to invite people, if he didn't go back, the Eighth Prince would definitely blame him for his poor work.
As long as the person is invited back, and it is not cured, it is none of his business. To drop his head is to drop Chu Feng's head, and it has nothing to do with him.
Big people like them don't care about other people's life or death, as long as they can keep their seat.
With a bitter expression on Chu Feng's face, he immediately got into the carriage with a half-push.
The profound beasts pulling carts are all top-class ninth-level dragon horses. The carriage is also the best spirit weapon level, the whole is one, very strong.
It is estimated that even a strong crossbow can't be shot through, and an axe can't be broken.
Sitting on it, Chu Feng couldn't feel the vibration at all, and the scenery outside became very blurry, all of them passing by in a flash. The speed of this carriage is probably going to the extreme.
He just closed his eyes and rested his mind, but he didn't mean to court the steward Pang.
Only after three or four hours, the carriage shook slightly and stopped.
"Here, Deputy Commander Chu, get out of the car!" Steward Pang looked at Chu Feng with cold eyes, fearing that Chu Feng would run away.
Chu Feng was secretly startled, even if he was riding a flame lion galloping, it would take at least one day. Unexpectedly, it only took three or four hours for this dragon to pull the carriage.
And sitting on it is very comfortable, just like sitting on flat ground.
After getting off the carriage, Chu Feng found that he had reached a beautiful mansion. Whether it's an elephant tower, a jade pond, or that magnificent mansion, all of them reveal the domineering and splendor unique to the royal family.
Entering the mansion, first is a corridor similar to a long pavilion.
On the top of the corridor, there was a ferocious and domineering dragon lying on its back, with a gem in its slightly open mouth, which gave off a slight light. The dragon was carved in lifelike life, with a hint of majesty, blowing on the face.
Climbing up the steps and following Steward Pang, inside is a spacious hall with celebrities' calligraphy and paintings mounted on the walls. In the corner of the report wall, there are precious official porcelains and bluegrass blooming and exuding a faint fragrance.
It's really elegant and elegant, but not vulgar.
It seems that this eighth prince is also a scholar and a gentleman with taste.
This kind of person is much better than this cold-faced steward Pang when dealing with them.
"Sit here for a while, I'll go and report to the prince!" Steward Pang gave a wink, and immediately walked over to the two families of innate realm, standing beside Chu Feng, one on the left and the right.
"Please entertain the deputy commander Chu, don't make people angry and leave!" Steward Pang exhorted, and hurried into the inner palace.
To put it nicely, it is to entertain and wait, but in fact it is to monitor Chu Feng to prevent Chu Feng from leaving.
Random two families are masters of the innate realm. Chu Feng is a little curious. I wonder if there is a master of Dao realm in the house of the eight princes
He grew up so big, he had never seen what a Taoist master looks like.