Chapter 1622 Extra Story: Dragon and Phoenix Knot (11)

She was both surprised and not surprised by his answer.

After a moment of silence, he lowered his head and laughed at himself, "The whole world knows about me. A person who wears a sin, what is there to find? Yinyue Valley is remote and poor, suitable for sinners to atone for their sins. The emperor is a golden branch and jade leaf. Such a place, or It's better not to come."

"The second prince I know is not a self-pitying person." After finishing his coat, Feng Mohan curled up and hugged his arms tightly, "Hey, it's really cold here. Anyway, I'm also a visitor from afar. You should entertain me." Shall I come in and have a cup of tea?"

"... Your Majesty, this is Yinyue Valley. There is no tea where I live."

"There's no water either?"

"You can boil a pot."

"Then go back and burn it."

After finishing speaking, Feng Mohan snatched the sickle rope from Feng Yi's hand and threw it away, pulling people back, "This place is really a place where chickens don't lay eggs, birds don't shit, I'm curious how did you find such a place?" Living in seclusion in a place? If your enemy wants to assassinate you, it will take decades to find someone. Your self-protection method is also second-class, I admire it."

Feng Yi endured and endured, the corner of his mouth twitched, and finally he turned his head and smiled sullenly.

This kind of Feng Mohan is different from what she saw in formal occasions, it is more casual and friendly.

Back in the thatched cottage, there was thick smoke billowing from the stove, Feng Yi was startled and wanted to rush in, but was grabbed by the man beside him.

"Don't panic, my little eunuch is lighting the fire inside. Maybe he's not very skilled yet, and the smoke is a bit louder, don't worry, it won't burn your house..."

"Ah! Aah! It's over! What's going on, it's on fire!" A figure rushed out of the doorway of the kitchen surrounded by black smoke, covering his mouth and nose and screaming in panic, "It's over, it's over, the emperor has to chop off my head!"

Feng Mohan gritted his teeth, "Small board!" What a shame!

"Your Majesty!" When he looked up and saw the person standing at the door, Xiao Banzi immediately ran over, aggrieved, "Your Majesty, I want to light a fire and wait for you, I have tried my best! How about we change rooms?"

Feng Mohan stroked his forehead, and apologized to Feng Yi, "How about changing the room? I've covered the cost, how about a big tile house?"

Feng Yi, "..." Looking at the embarrassing expressions of the master and servant, it's not wrong to blame, nor is it to be generous.

After all, it was where she lived, and the stove was gone, where would she go to cook and eat? Rice noodles and firewood are all in the kitchen.

"Let's put out the fire first, so as not to harm the people around."

"Yes, put out the fire, I will help you." After the man finished speaking, he stepped forward and kicked violently. The mud wall, which was not very strong at all, collapsed completely with a bang.

The fire was extinguished, and the kitchen was finished.

Just squatting down and covering his face with a snowball with a cloth towel, Feng Yi, who was about to rush in, let go of his hand, and the snow covered his face fell down with a patter, and he was numb.

The cold wind was bleak, and snowflakes began to float in the dark sky again.

The three people in the yard stood against the wind, looking at each other, and no one made a sound for a long time.

"Ah Choo!"

It wasn't until Xiaobanzi sneezed again that broke the silence that Feng Mohan pretended nothing happened, "I apologize."

Feng Yi couldn't say a word.

Before the Nanling Emperor appeared, everything was fine with her, plain and clean, following the rules.

When he comes, it is a disaster.

"Your Majesty, you really didn't destroy my house on purpose?" Feng Yi asked.

"You saw it with your own eyes. How could I destroy your house on purpose? Is that the kind of person I am? Besides, thatched cottages are worthless! If you want something like this, I will build you eight or ten!" The man was angry. , with the indignation of being wronged.