Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 356 I Don't Owe You Anything

Feng Nuanyang met Shu Changzhi's resentful eyes, smiled lightly, and said in a dignified voice, "I don't owe you anything." At the beginning, Shu Changzhi lost his official career because of her, but even if it wasn't for her, just like him, there is nothing wrong with him. The background is just a victim of power. If Feng Nuanyang didn't accept it at the time, the second prince would look for a second one to take over. He never traded at a loss. Since he was looking at the prey, he naturally didn't let it go.

She slightly hooked the corners of her mouth, as if everything was under control, making Shu Changzhi lower his head in embarrassment, clenched his fists with both hands, feeling embarrassed.

"You and Song Rufeng, get ready, leave the house in a few days, and go back to your family." Feng Nuanyang smiled softly, and walked past him, bringing a burst of fragrance.

Shu Changzhi's hands and feet were stiff, and her heart was very complicated. Her voice sounded again: "I will report to Uncle Huang and give you and Confucianism another chance. As for the future, it depends on your own ability. As for what you say about me ruined your reputation..."

Feng Nuanyang picked up the comb and gently ran through her hair, and the corner of her mocking mouth was reflected in the bronze mirror: "I don't care about a woman, what do you care about?"

Her voice was soft, actually very pleasant to hear, but at the moment when it fell on Shu Changzhi's heart, she slapped her hard, making him feel ashamed.

Shu Changzhi's hand holding the door frame gradually tightened, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes fell on the slim figure, and he couldn't help but feel depressed: "I understand what the princess means, thank you princess."

Holding the bank note, he turned and left directly, with a look of embarrassment.

In Zhuqin Garden, Confucianism of the Song Dynasty wore black and white Confucian uniforms, waved a brush, and the snow-white rice paper was stained with traces. After a while, a large painting was completed.

Satisfied with his appreciation, he caught a glimpse of the man who came back from the corner of his eye, and snorted: "Did you get kicked out again?"

Shu Changzhi's face was embarrassed for a while, and he looked at the calm and composed man opposite him, this man who had the same identity as him and belonged to the same woman: "Don't you hate it? If it wasn't for her, you could definitely make a name for yourself in this imperial city." , and become a talented person who everyone fawns over, but now you can only nest in this small garden, day and night with these bamboos, and be ridiculed by the outsiders."

He questioned almost angrily, with a sharp voice, shouting out the grievance and shame that he swallowed just now, but Song Rufeng was unmoved, and he stared straight at the painting in front of him: "There is still such a gap here." A little bit..."

Shu Changzhi's face became embarrassing, he stepped forward, took the painting from his hand, and tore it to pieces: "Song Rufeng, don't think you are so noble, you are just like me, just the face of that woman, a vulgar person who doesn't matter. Xiaowan, she wants what she wants, and she can throw it away if she wants to, a slave!"

Song Rufeng's eyes were finally stained with emotion from the scraps of paper all over the floor, and he twitched the corners of his mouth contemptuously: "She treats you, why has she ever treated you with contempt? Why do you slander her like this, you and I know, between her and us She is innocent, she is a good girl, she helped you by keeping you here, you are wrong to say that."

"The rich and the poor can't be subdued, Song Rufeng, you've really disgraced us scholars, she bought you with just such small favors?" Shu Chang sneered in his heart, and even more angrily on his face.

"She bought me. If you didn't have her back then, you wouldn't be as noble as you are now. Maybe it was a plaything of some high-ranking official's house, and my head might fall to the ground. I don't know where the bones are buried?" Song Rufeng said with emotion. , looking at the green bamboos all over the garden, there was a hint of relief in his eyes: "Actually, it is very peaceful here, very good, there is no intrigue outside, but you are too persistent and dissatisfied."

　Go to the fifth watch first and continue in the afternoon (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

　　
　
(End of this chapter)