Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Fengming drank a large mouthful of water from the autumn basket and rinsed with the silver basin sent by the maids. She should have eaten. I do n’t know if it was just the effect of the mouthful of wine, but tiredness suddenly popped up. He yawned lazily and lay down on the bed again.

Qiu Lan said softly at the bedside, "Prince, it's time to eat."

Fengming was gradually entering a state of sleep, feeling that her sore body was as comfortable as being hypnotized, and she was too lazy to answer and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the sky outside the window was already dark.

Fengming murmured that I don't know what time is calculated here. Looking at this, you should have slept for three or four hours. He had just woke up, still immersed in a comfortable and relaxed state, and his eyes were only half-open. Waking up at home usually depends on at least an hour of bed and is often scolded by roommates. Now God has sent ghosts to be princes in this time and space. Naturally, I must use this identity to treat myself better.

In confusion, I heard a voice saying, "Hum, I'm really dead, it scared us."

Feng Ming felt that this person was talking about himself, and immediately he was shocked. He came to this new world by himself, knowing that impersonation of others must be full of flaws, and he couldn't act lightly, straighten his ears for a while, and listen to the surrounding movement.

The speaker actually stood not far from the bed, and the voice came very clearly, full of disrespect and contempt for the prince: "The next time I do this, I will give him a glass of wine to make it work, so as not to make the palace unrest. "

Qiu Lan said: "Master Tong, the prince hasn't awoken yet." In his tone, he faintly forgive.

Fengming heard in her ear and was shocked. Since the man he was posing as was a prince, he should be the most honorable person in the palace. Who is this master, who dare to disrespect the prince in the Prince's Hall. Listening to his volume and tone, there was no fear that the prince would wake up to hear. The servant girl who was next to the prince, did not dare to refute his words.

Master Tong Tong said coldly, "I'll go back. You want him to be honest and don't cause any more trouble."

Just turning around and leaving, I suddenly heard a cold command.

"Stop." Fengming sat up with her hands on the bed.

As soon as this remark was made, people in the whole Prince's Hall felt weird. Although the Prince's voice was familiar, the words spoken were always just a promise, but today these two words are very tough.

Master Tong made a "beep", turned around, straightly faced Fengming, raised an eyebrow and said, "The ghost door closed a circle, and my courage became a lot bolder."

As soon as he turned around, Feng Ming immediately saw him. It turned out that this man was only eighteen or nineteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and was actually a rare beautiful boy.

But his sloppy language expression made Feng Ming dissatisfied: "Be bold, I'm afraid you are." Feng Ming refused to show weakness. He sneered like he was learning, leaned on the bedside and raised his hands: "Autumn Basket, you tell him, what is the crime when the prince is disrespectful in front of the prince? "After that, he used his eyes to pinch the autumn basket in front of him.

Fengming actually didn't know whether this country convicted anyone who offended the royal family's dignity like other dynasties in history. When asked, although the tone was rigorous, the heart was up and down. I just hoped that the autumn basket would give some hints, so as to make this play Do it.

Seeing that the prince was different in the past, Qiu Lan was particularly imposing, with her eyes crossed to ask her to answer. Another master Hitomi stood in front of him with a black face. Both of them had special identities. She, the little housemaid, could not afford to offend, and could not help but grieve. He hesitated for a long time, braved a cold sweat, and said with a guilty conscience: "Disrespect to the prince, in accordance with national law, you should be sentenced to death.

That was executed.

This country still maintains the dignity of the royal family. Fengming was so impressed that he asked with a smile, "Isn't this guy supposed to take the ring?"

Master Tong has always regarded this prince as nothing, has no respect, and has never received any blame. The prince had no choice but to hide from his bully. I don't know why he suddenly got angry, and dare to care about his mistakes.

Ben imagined that he was as angry as usual, suppressed the prince's momentum, looked up, and actually turned on Fengming's dark eyes, thinking that after all he was the crown prince who was righteous, and did not respect the prince, he would indeed be sentenced to death.

Even if the prince yelled and ordered him to be executed on the spot, outsiders could not say more.

The identity difference that I hadn't felt for many years suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, making Master Hitomi drop her head in shock, but Tieqing spit out her face: "You are rude, I hope the prince will forgive me."

As soon as this sentence came out, the servant women in the whole house could not help being surprised. Is the Prince showing power today?

Fengming didn't know what it was, and he didn't feel anything. He couldn't really execute Master Tong, and nodded slightly, "Forget it, forgive you today."

Master Tong was soft and agitated. After listening to Fengming's lazy tone, Huo Ran looked up and gave Fengming a severe look. He bowed his head to the weak and incompetent Prince who had always been bullied. He felt that everyone was joking at himself, and he was foolish for a moment. He didn't say a word, turned away, and ran out of the Prince's Palace.

Feng Ming saw Master Hitomi rushing out of the palace door and beckoned to Qiu Lan said: "I'm hungry, didn't you just say that you were eating?"

Qiu Lan looked out of the door, his eyes turned to Feng Ming, and said uneasily, "Prince, Master Tong is very angry."

"So what? I ran into the Prince, and I haven't got angry with him yet." According to his current identity, it should be himself.

"But ..." Qiu Lan knew that the prince had always been oppressed. Although he initiated the prestige today, he didn't know how much to pay for this recklessness tomorrow. After serving for two years, after all, he still had feelings, and his face was anxious: "If Master Tong would go back and say something to Rong Wang, how could that be good?"

"Wang Rong? Who is Rong Wang?"

Fengming saw that Qiu Lan's face was different, knowing that she had asked another stupid question, she had to cover up: "I fell into the water, as if my brain had entered the water, and I forgot many things."

Qiu Lan looked dumbfounded by Feng Ming for a long time, and said, "Well, I think the prince elephant has forgotten everything. King Rong is the current regent of Xi Leiguo, who is in charge of military and political power."

It turns out that there is still a regent.

Impersonation is not as easy as acting on television, not to mention impersonating such an important person. Fengming didn't want to make a lot of mistakes, so she pretended to be bored and turned around to look around.

Before long, supper was delivered.

It is full of imagination, a table full of big fish, large meat, rare seafood, but it is actually only eleven or two different dishes. The workmanship is quite exquisite, and each side of each plate is engraved with some fine decorative fruits.

Feng Ming anxiously picked up chopsticks.

I knew that today, I should read a little more about the ancient royal family's dining etiquette book. At this moment, regret was useless, so I had to bite the bullet and eat it, comforting myself: Anyway, I am a prince.

Just after eating a piece of fresh bamboo shoots, I felt that Qiu basket was standing beside me, and my eyes kept turning around myself. Feng Ming uneasily looked up and asked, "Are you eating Qiu basket?"

"Prince, let's eat. Why did you ask about slavery?"

Fengming wanted to ask her to sit down to eat, and she was worried that the move was skeptical. She laughed, "You have no appetite to eat, talk to me." Then she patted the chair beside her and motioned for her to sit down.

Where does Qiu Lan dare to sit up with the prince and rudely: "The prince wants the slaves to talk and relieve the boredom, and the slaves obey." Blinking his eyes and asking, "What is the prince about to listen to the slaves?"

What a great opportunity.

Fengming busyly said, "Anyway, when you are free, will you tell me something about me?"

"Don't you know about the prince? Instead, ask me?" Qiu Lan only felt that today's prince was particularly weird. She was young and laughed with her mouth closed.

"This ..." Fengming turned her eyes and explained, "I just want to know, what do people think of me in the heart and what do they know?"

"Okay, I'll say it." The autumn basket entered the palace for two years, usually only responsible for pouring water and handing clothes. I have never been so close to the honorable prince, and I can't help being proud. Things gradually came to pass.

It turns out that today's disputes between countries are an era of weak meat and strong food. On the entire land, there are twelve officially established states. When Fengming heard it, she murmured secretly, wouldn't it be more chaotic than the Spring and Autumn Period?

The prince was the only son of King Xilei, and was seized as early as his birth. King Xilei suddenly suffered from a head illness seven years ago, suffered a stroke and was unconscious. He never woke up. Nowadays, politics is controlled by Regent King Rong Wang.

When Qiu Lan talked about King Rong, he looked afraid and shy with a little girl, just like modern girls think of idol superstars, but of course, Qiu Lan's performance is more implicit. Feng Ming originally thought that Rong Wang was a fat and fat traitor, and when he saw the appearance of the autumn basket, he couldn't help thinking: Isn't Rong Wang a handsome man?

"Master Tong, who is it?"

Qiu Lan was very happy. He heard Fengming ask a question, his face suddenly became a little strange, his eyes became a little strange, he vomited: "Master Master Hitomi ... is the name of Xi Lei, He Rongwang ..." The words seemed a bit ashamed to say, "I have a good relationship with Rong Wang."

Feng Ming curiously said: "Good friendship with Rong Wang? Very good friendship with Rong Wang ..." Master Tong was so arrogant today that he was Rong Wang's baby brother or some other relative.

"These are all sent by slaves to others. In fact, slaves don't know anything." For some reason, Qiu basket panicked and reminded Feng Ming: "The Prince has been eating for a long time, and the night is dark, it's fast Take a bath and rest. "

Feng Ming was urged by her, so she had to hurry up and let the maids collect the food.

Standing up and stretched, suddenly frowning and holding the table. The abominable travel of time and space, the soreness in the whole body has not disappeared.

"Prince, please take a bath." The two handsome-looking maids greeted and said to Feng Ming with a clear voice.

Feng Ming nodded his head, but stood still.

I was in a mess, and I wanted to take a bath. Where did I go? Where is the clothes to change? Also, is it true that as seen on TV, there is a large group of maids at the Prince's bath? Wouldn't it be a big loss?

Alas, the autumn basket packed up the food, but did not know where to go.

With the eyes of the two maids waiting with wide eyes, Fengming had no choice but to delay, "Ah, you two, what is your name?"

The prince liked to chill with people today. The two court ladies looked at each other strangely.

"Slave called Qiuyue."

"The slave is called Qiu Xing."

Fengming pretended to shake her head: "Qiuyue? Qiu Xing? Good name, good name."

Qiuyue saw Fengming behaving in an interesting manner. She lowered her head and quietly smiled, and raised her head and said, "It's getting late, please let the prince bathe, otherwise the water will be cold." It's a big change in temperament, talking and laughing with others. Qiuyue Qiuxing is just a half-large palace girl, with a childlike heart. When Fengming is gentle, she gently pulls up Fengming's sleeve and leads him to the bathing place.

Fengming is worried that she doesn't know what to do. Qiuyue is of course willing to give guidance. He followed them with a smile.

It turned out that the stone wall of the Prince's Palace was a bath. A tub of steam floats like a small swimming pool. In addition to the solid walls around, there are also many colored silk mantles, revealing leisurely.

A tall stack of clothes was placed on the white jade table by the bath. Fengming guessed that it was a new dress that she was going to change after bathing.

"Prince, please take a bath." Qiuyue obliviously saluted, and retreated with a smile.

Fengming was relieved when she saw them leaving the bath. Fortunately, it wasn't really on the sidelines as on TV.

Looking at the bath, the thought of taking a quick bath appeared in my heart.

This is the first bath in this era. It is better to wash thoroughly. Can be washed away everything before.

Feng Ming, an orphan from an early age, is extremely grateful for not having much concern in the original era. Reading took too much energy for him, even his girlfriend planned to find him later when he graduated.

Patiently pondering the complicated clothing on her body. Feng Ming browned the clothes wrapped around her.

If everyone in Xileiguo was dressed like this, they would spend half of their time by the bath every day. Fengming grumbled, and finally took off the last gown covered inside.

Finally off! Start bathing!

After a sigh of relief, Fengming lowered her head, and immediately stared at her eyes, taking a breath of fresh air.

Suddenly found that on his legs and chest, Banban refuted, there were actually traces of blue and purple.

There were traces of slender elephant whip whiplashes, and there were obvious teeth marks. Others had strange shapes and did not know what the scars were.

These scars are all over the body, almost everywhere.

The shocking signs of abuse found in his body are even more frightening.

Fengming held her breath, separated her legs, and spit out her tongue again. Unsurprisingly, the thighs were also bruised.

Could it be that someone abused the former owner of his body? The crown prince of West Lei Guo?

Or is this His Royal Highness originally a masochist?

No wonder the body is sore all the time. It turned out not to be a problem of time travel, but ...

"Waiting for me?"

At a time of confusion, a low voice came from behind the man.

Fengming was startled, and then remembered that she was naked with an unseen wound, and hurriedly grabbed a pile of clothes around her feet to cover her head. Unexpectedly, her feet were soft and fell directly into the bath.

In the splashing water, Feng Ming, along with the piles of clothes that he had taken off after a long struggle, planted at the bottom of the pool.

"Khekeke ..."

What a mess!

Soon, Fengming stood up straight from the hot water on the chest, and finally had time to see the culprit who scared herself into the water.

"So brave, dare to peep at the Prince to take a bath!" Furiously reprimanded, Feng Ming covered her naked body with wet clothes.

But when people are in the water, the fabric is constantly floating by buoyancy, and it cannot be completely blocked.

The comer had a handsome, unruly face, and a pair of evil eyes blinking. At this moment, these eyes are standing high and penetrating Fengming in the water with a sharp light.

"Well, you are not too brave, and dare to talk to me in this tone." The man raised a playful eyebrow slightly: "I heard that you fell into the river and lost your mind, and even Tonger dared to scold. I'm guessing if you're suffering from madness and forgetting who I am. "

Who is he? So bold and so disobedient to the royal family?

Fengming's mind suddenly turned, and suddenly a flash of light flashed, "You are King Rong!"

With a smile on the lips of a man, he looked particularly handsome: "Do you remember? I thought you were going to start pretending to be stupid."

The next second, he jumped vigorously out of the bath and grabbed Feng Ming who had no time to hide in his hands.

The powerful momentum rushed towards his face, and Fengming was choked by the powerlessness as he watched the mountain press on his body.

The clothing used to cover the body was grabbed by Rong Wang and thrown aside.

"His Royal Highness has grown a lot, and dare to die?" The unspeakable murmur of lingering speech made Fengming unconsciously shrink back.

But Rong Wang's long and powerful fingers immediately pinched Feng Ming's throat: "I never said you could die."

"Woo ..." Fengming frowned deeply as the trachea seemed to be crushed. He barely reached out and covered Rong Wang's hand, trying to remove the obstruction of air circulation.

But no matter how hard you try, it's futile. The hands that stop breathing are made of steel and can't shake half a point.

The lungs began to ache, and the scene in front of them began to blur.

There was a panic in Feng Ming's heart. Is this Rong Wang really going to choke him alive?

It's ridiculous. I just transferred to a new body, but it was just to accept another death.