Chapter 401 Chapter 401 No Time to Attend
Murong Bo looked at the few people who came hurriedly, his eyes were a little dark when he saw that Feng Qingge was not visible behind them, and without waiting for them to approach, he asked, "Miss Feng Mansion, didn't you pick her up? "
The guards knelt down on one knee and said in fear: "The lord of the country forgives his sins, and his subordinates went to Feng Mansion to pick up Miss Feng, just, just..."
The guard didn't dare to raise his head, his voice hesitated, and he didn't dare to say the following words. ? 8? 1 Chinese&n
Murong Bo took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Speak!"
"My subordinates were waiting to pick up people, but they couldn't even enter the gate of Feng Mansion. Several Feng guards came out to spread the word, saying that their masters didn't have time to attend the banquet, no, they won't come."
Speaking of the back, the voice of the guard became quieter and his head lowered. After saying those words, the surroundings instantly became silent. The depressing atmosphere and the extremely cold atmosphere made people feel Trembling.
Murong Bo instinctively looked at Nie Teng, the Prince of Qingteng Kingdom, and saw him sitting and playing with the wine glass in his hand, with his eyes half closed, a slight smile on the corners of his mouth, he didn't care much, but the whole banquet was indifferent. disturbed by him.
"This Feng Qingge is going against the sky! The words of this gentleman are actually on the ear? So many people are waiting for her, but she doesn't come? Go! Even if you tie her up, you will tie her to me!" He sighed He shouted angrily and asked the guards to go to Feng Mansion again.
Nie Teng put down the cup in his hand and stood up, glancing at him with a deep look, his low voice came out with a dangerous atmosphere and warning.
"She is a woman who is going to be the concubine of this palace. Her name is not something you can call casually." As soon as the voice fell, she turned around and walked away.
Murong Bo sat there with an ugly face, his hand under the table secretly twisted into a fist, only feeling humiliated.
He is the dignified monarch of a country, even the lord of a small country, he should not lose face in front of his courtiers. If it were someone else, he would have already slapped the case with rage, but this person is Qingteng His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he can't afford to offend...
Seeing him leave, everyone at the banquet secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but only then did they breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing that the king's face was wrong, the hearts that had been put down were raised again, and they only felt that this banquet was really good. They were terrified and sweating.
The middle-aged man in black who followed Nie Teng carefully glanced at the master in front of him. Seeing that his whole body was gloomy, his anger was faintly suppressed, and he couldn't help but lift his heart.
Suddenly, he stopped when he saw that he was walking with his hands behind his back, and he secretly wiped his cold sweat, but luckily he didn't get too close, or else he would just bump into it.
"You don't have to follow." Nie Teng said, turning his steps in a direction and leaving the palace.
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed, and asked, "Master wants to go to Feng Mansion to see Miss Feng? Why don't it be better for my subordinates to go and bring someone to my master?"
Nie Teng, who was walking in front, didn't stop, and said without turning his head, "No need, it's more fun for this hall to go there in person." As soon as his voice fell, his footsteps stopped, and he glanced back at him: "Don't follow."
Seeing this, the middle-aged man stopped in place and watched him stride out of the palace. He was a little worried, but he couldn't help but reminded: "Master, be careful with Miss Feng, she is a master of medicine!"
As expected, he kindly reminded him, but in exchange for an angry look from his master.
Also, isn't this a clear reminder to the master that they have all planted in her hands in embarrassment?