Chapter 645

"I'm not good at wine. I'm just interested in new things. I came here after a long journey. If I can't taste what I want, I will have regrets in my heart."

"Everything in life can't be perfect, leaving regrets is the norm."

"Does King Nanling have any regrets in his life?"

"Too many to count."

After a banquet, the drunkenness is over.

Back in Qiande Hall, Feng Mohan lay down directly on the dragon bed.

tiring.

It's exhausting.

Especially when facing a person whose aura is comparable to the emperor's uncle, it feels like facing two emperor's uncles at the same time.

Feng Mohan is a little loveless.

"Uncle Huang, that Duan Ting is an extremely difficult person."

"How do you know?" Feng Qingbai sat by the window, facing the evening wind sobering up.

Because you are difficult to deal with, Feng Mohan naturally dare not say that he has replaced the emperor's uncle as Duan Ting, "Look at him, sitting in a wheelchair, he can still make the civil and military ministers who came along with him respectful, it can be seen that in Beicang , is a person who can't be messed with. You Qi always has a smile on his face, it's so fake, it's not a smile on the surface."

"Learn more, if you can do what he does in the future, the whole court will be under your control."

"..." That was far away, "Uncle Huang, I see that you two had a good conversation during the dinner, what did he talk to you about?"

Feng Qingbai remained silent, looking up at the stars in the night sky.

The image of his little girl smiling heartily in the Liu family compound came to mind.

That side is calm, and he will try his best to maintain it.

At this time, in a room of the post station, the man in the wheelchair was also looking at the stars through the window.

"My lord, do you think the King of Nanling will allow us to go to Xinghua Village? That man is very thoughtful and unpredictable."

"It doesn't matter if it's allowed or not. Where do I want to go, do I still need other people's consent?" The man smiled and said lightly.

"I heard that the King of Nanling protects Xinghua Village very closely. If the prince wants to make the trip, I'm afraid it may not go smoothly."

"That's right. The stumbling block is too difficult, what should I do?" He rubbed the corners of his brows in distress, but there was no trace of bitterness in the man's eyes.

King of Nanling, Feng Qingbai.

Indeed, it is better to be famous than to be famous.

He turned his head to look at the environment in the room, it was well furnished, and naturally the place to welcome envoys from other countries should not be shabby, but it seemed that something was missing.

He patted the armrest of the wheelchair, "Let's go to Nanling Palace."

"My lord?"

"Huh?" She glanced sideways at the servant girl, "Zifeng, you talk a lot today."

The palace maid named Zifeng immediately lowered her head, not daring to speak any more, instead she pushed the wheelchair and walked out.

The master has a good temperament, but he never allows others to comment on his words.

Feng Qingbai stepped on the stars and moon to go back to the mansion, entered the mansion, and saw the man who regarded him as his home in the Nanling Palace.

Turning the wheelchair around the hall, looking here and there.

What a rare visitor.

Walking into the hall, he called the boy to serve tea, Feng Qingbai sat down on the chair, and did not restrict the man to patrol, "If there is any inappropriate arrangement, King Ting can give his opinion."

The man turned his head, smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Don't you ask me why I'm here, the King of Nanling?"

"You're already here, so why ask." He wanted to say, but naturally he would say it, but he didn't want to, what's the use of asking.

Duan Tingchang smiled, "I like your temperament, unlike other people who ask a lot of questions in your ears, it's so annoying."

"It seems that King Ting has a habit of breaking into other people's homes, otherwise, he wouldn't have caused so many troubles."

"I'm just curious about a lot of things."

"Now, is curiosity satisfied?"

Duan Ting turned the wheelchair, approached Feng Qingbai, looked at him with his cheeks propped up, "No, I am not curious about things anymore, but I am more curious about you."

"Do you have a habit of breaking sleeves? Sorry, this king doesn't."

Duan Ting twitched his face invisibly, and backed away, "If anyone dares to say this to me, their heads will already fall to the ground."

"Fortunately, my king's head is still growing on his neck."

After looking at Feng Qingbai for a while, Duan Ting leaned down slightly, patted the armrest of the wheelchair and smiled, "I don't like the station room, tonight, I will live in Nanling Palace, Nanling Wang may guarantee my safety?"

"Come here, prepare the guest room, and bring the distinguished guests in." After ordering the servants in the mansion, Feng Qingbai got up and nodded towards Duan Ting, "Your Majesty, please do what you want."

"Thank you." Behind him came a soft voice from the man.

Feng Qingbai didn't turn her head back.

It was night, there were assassins trying to infiltrate Nanling Palace, but they were blocked outside the palace's airtight protection.

The sound of fighting lasted for nearly an hour. The people in the guest courtyard slept soundly. When they heard the sound, they only rolled their eyelids and fell back into a deep sleep.

When Wei Zi came to report, Feng Qingbai was writing home letters to his little girl in the study.

"Master, the number of martial arts of the assassins is different from before, not the same group of people."

Feng Qingbai didn't even raise his head, "He came for Duan Ting. During the few days he lived in the palace, he strengthened the defense of the palace."

"The master means that he came to the palace to seek refuge?"

"The battle of the royal family in Beicang is not as peaceful as that in Nanling. For a person who is not good at acting but also amazingly talented, and is highly valued by Beicanghuang, many people want him to die."

"So, isn't the master involved in the struggle of the Beicang royal family?" Wei Zi frowned. There are already countless things about the master, and if he has anything to do with Duan Ting, he is just looking for trouble for himself.

"Assassins attacked the Nanling Palace. The palace is on defense. What does it have to do with the royal family's fight? This king knows nothing about those things."

"..." Wei Zi twitched the corner of her mouth and backed away.

In the early morning of the second day, the people in the guest courtyard pushed their wheelchairs and came out full of energy. When they saw Feng Qingbai, they stretched themselves.

"My lord, this is the morning court?"

"No, next morning."

"So it's already so late, I'm sorry, I slept soundly last night and didn't wake up."

"It's okay, you don't have many days to sleep well."

Duan Ting rubbed his forehead, "My lord, you have thorns on your body, every word you speak will prick you."

"Prince Ting regards my Nanling Palace as a free bodyguard. Can't I tie it up? Just treat it as your payment." Feng Qingbai said quietly, passing the man.

Behind him, Duan Ting propped his cheeks and looked at his back with a faint smile on his lips.

"My lord, are you going back to the post station? This time the envoys are here to negotiate with Nanling, the lord is not here, and the dragons have no leader."

"It's rare to come out once, so why are you in such a hurry? Let them wait, push the cart, and go shopping in the garden."

The two maids looked at each other, and had no choice but to push the wheelchair and walk around the other courtyards and the back garden along the various paths of the palace.

When passing through several other courtyards, the man looked at the names of the other courtyards, and laughed again, "Liuyun Pavilion, Yuqing Garden, Shengxiao Court. It's really interesting. I can't tell that the famous Nanling King has such a long love."

"My lord, Liu Yusheng, is the name of the little genius doctor in Yunzhou."

"That's right, I know, but I don't like being reminded." The man looked sideways at Zifeng, with a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes.

"My lord, forgive me!"

Is there a goblin drawing circles behind my back today and cursing me, and I started to have diarrhea in the afternoon, which made me feel hopeless~ After eating two bottles of Po Chai Pills and holding on to the code, I#￥%&x-on: *Today's fourth change, originally owed six chapters, and today there is an extra chapter, you guys are doing great! I remember~~~~