Chapter 1625 Extra Story: Dragon and Phoenix Knot (14)
After Feng Yi left, Xiao Banzi put away his rolling eyes, and quietly touched Feng Mohan behind, "If I didn't know the truth in advance, I really wouldn't be able to see the original heroine of the second prince. But the second prince likes it too." It's very strange, everyone knows about her, since she left Fengyue, why didn't she resume dressing as a woman? Master, you said the second prince wouldn't really treat himself as a man, right? Could it be that he still wants to marry a wife and have children in the future? Before, even the daughter of Fengyue Tanxiangye’s family was fascinated by the second prince. It’s hard to guarantee that there will be no Huaichun girl in this country who falls in love with the second prince again. It’s a mistake... Lord, you said that if the second prince changes back Women's clothing, what will it look like?"
Feng Mohan squatted beside the fire in the main room, turning his head sadly, "Little Boss, people who talk too much die quickly."
"My lord, the slave only talks a lot in front of you. In front of others, the slave is just a gourd with a saw-mouthed gourd. He will never reveal any secrets of the master in his lifetime. No one can try to get the word out of my little board. The slave will never Betray the emperor!"
"I, now, in, calling, you, shut up!" Feng Mohan held his forehead and gritted his teeth.
"yes!"
After washing, he pulled out the scorched sweet potatoes from the ashes under the fire with a branch, and the master and servant ate them.
With so much effort, the wreckage of the stove has been cleaned up, which shows how simple this stove is, and there is nothing more.
At this time, the villagers are helping to temporarily build a shed with wooden planks and bamboo strips as a stove. Feng Yi is with them, moving and doing everything. There is no sign of being a prince in the body, and there is no luxury gas.
Feng Mohan didn't go to help, just sat in the main room, watching while warming up.
"Grandpa, aren't you going to help?"
Feng Mohan frowned, and asked strangely, "Why should I help? Am I a rough worker?"
Xiaobanzi was speechless, did he guess the emperor's mind wrongly? As the emperor of Nanling, he came all the way to this ghostly place to suffer from the cold. Didn't the emperor come to chase after the beauty?
If not, then he has nothing to say.
If so, he bet, with the emperor's temperament, it is impossible to catch up with him in a hundred years.
"Master, the second prince is delicate and fleshy, so it's inappropriate to do those rough jobs..."
"Aren't I more delicate and fleshy? Is it appropriate for me to do it?"
"Slave doesn't mean that..."
"Go and change her back."
Turning his back, Xiaobanzi slapped himself hard, what the hell is he thinking!
Worry about it, worry about it, and get yourself down, he is the most stupid slave!
The little board moved out to change people in three steps, Feng Mohan immediately sat up straight, straightened his somewhat messy skirt, brushed the fallen hair, and waited for someone from outside to come in.
Did not wait.
On the contrary, the chatter and laughter between Xiao Banzi and Feng Yi, which began to come in frequently from outside, made the emperor feel harsh.
Standing up and walking to the door of the main room, leaning against the door frame, Feng Mohan crossed his arms and stared at the small board with a gloomy face.
Staring at the small board, the hairs stood on end, originally just started joking, the atmosphere was quite pleasant, but when he felt the chill on his back, the small board immediately moved to the side, consciously distanced himself from Feng Yi.
"My lord, why did you come out? It's very cold outside, you should warm up in the house first, this place will be ready soon, I'll cook later." Feng Yi saw the person leaning against the door frame, and subconsciously called out to him into the house.
Feng Mohan's complexion became even worse, "I'm in good health, and I'm not afraid of the cold."
She is here, why did he go in, he is a big man and can't keep up with women?