Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 165 There is a thorn in my heart

In the room, Mo Xiaowan's childish voice was still rambling, while Gu Yun was doing the needlework at hand, echoing it from time to time.

But Xuanyuanchen didn't want to listen any longer, flicked his sleeves, and flew across Fenglin a few times.

Wherever it passed, a large piece of good maple leaves fell and fluttered randomly in the night wind.

Feng Yi, who was squatting outside Mo Xiaowan's house, knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly used his lightness kung fu to rush to the main hall.

Still outside the main hall, Feng Yi already felt an oppressive sense of suffocation, just as he walked to the door, a teacup flew towards the middle of his forehead.

Fortunately, Feng Yi was good at his skills, barely dodged a blow, and dodged into the room and called out timidly: "My lord!"

Master!
You come without a shadow and go without a trace.

This subordinate really wants to stop you from seeing Mo Xiaowan committing a nympho, but it's too late!

"The man in the palace has been very difficult to deal with these past few days. He insisted on asking me to give an explanation for the action of the neighboring country and Ouyang Xue's poisoning. Hmph, the thief shouted to catch the thief, it really was a good idea."

The atmosphere in the room was dull and oppressive, Feng Yi was forced by that coercion for a long time, Xuanyuan Chen put the teacup in his hand heavily, and the cold and threatening voice echoed in the hall.

"I was negligent in choosing a wife for her. I asked you to personally guard Mo Xiaowan. Tell me, what kind of character is the new wife?"

Feng Yi really felt that his decisive prince was becoming more and more childish!
The prince used to be indifferent to emotions, but since he got a small ink bowl, it seems that she has affected all the emotions of his master.

He agreed to raise a little pet to play with, how could he feel that the one being played with was his prince?

But he had the courage to say this, and he didn't have the guts to say it!
"Reporting to the lord, the new master is called Xie Wudi, he is a wandering scholar, or as a teacher, please excuse my stupidity, I really can't find a single fault."

Feng Yi told the truth: "Miss loves to play, but Master knows how to entertain and educate. During this day, Master has been practicing calligraphy and painting with Miss."

When mentioning the painting, Xuanyuanchen felt a thorn in his heart.

Looking in from the direction of the window, you can't see the paintings that the new master drew for Mo Xiaowan, but you can see her eyes falling in the direction of the hanging paintings from time to time, with a bright light shining in her eyes.

"Scholar You Fang?"

After finally calming down, there was another turmoil. Xuanyuanchen's voice was very low: "How did the side concubine Feng arrange his residence?"

Feng Yi replied: "My lord, the residence of the new wife is in the Hehu Xiaozhu, but because the teaching lady needs a quiet and elegant place, and it is inconvenient for lonely men and widows to live in the same room, Uncle Lu didn't let the lady go to the Hehu Xiaozhu. built, and chose Xifengting to teach."

"Well, Uncle Lu's arrangements are pretty thorough."

Xuanyuanchen tapped the table with his fingers: "After all, Yafengyuan is an important place in the palace, especially the study room in the main hall, which is the most important thing. Feng Yi, find out the details of Emperor Xie Wu for this king."

"Yes, my lord!"

After Feng Yi exited the main hall, he summoned Lightning, who was responsible for spying on the news, back home with the cry of a nightingale.

The hidden guards of the Eight Princes' Mansion are divided into four groups: wind, rain, thunder, and electricity. Among them, the dark guards of the electric name are responsible for inquiring about trends and news in various places.

After arranging the affairs that the prince explained, it was already late at night, and as soon as Feng returned to Fenglin, he saw a black shadow quietly approaching the small building by the stream, and stopped outside Mo Xiaowan's window.

The man was dressed in night clothes and turned his back to him. Through the moonlight, he could vaguely see him taking out a pole from his long sleeve and blowing mist into the window.

(End of this chapter)