Chapter 1622: Fanwai: Dragon and Phoenix knot (11)

Chapter 1622 Fanfan: Dragon and Phoenix knot (11)
To his answer, she was neither surprised nor surprised.
After a few moments of silence, I bowed my head and laughed, "I know everything in the world. A sinner, what can I find. Hidden Moon Valley is remote and poor, suitable for sinners to atone for sin. The emperor is a golden branch and jade leaves. It's okay to come. "
"The second prince I know is not a man of pride and self-pity." He put on his cloak and Feng Mo curled his arms and clasped his arms. "Hey, it's really cold here, anyway, I'm a distant visitor. You should always entertain Shall I go in for a cup of tea? "
"... Emperor, this is Hidden Moon Valley, and I have no tea where I live."
"No water?"
"You can burn a pot."
"Go burn it then."
Said that Feng Mo Mo snatched the sickle rope in Feng Yi's hand and threw it back, "This place is really a place where chickens do not lay eggs, birds do not shit, I am curious how you are looking for this Secluded in a place? If your enemy wants to assassinate you, it will take you decades to find someone. You have to wait for your self-protection, and admire you. "
Feng Yi endured and tolerated, his mouth twitched, and finally turned around and smirked.
This kind of style is different from what she saw on formal occasions. It is more casual and kind.
Returning to the thatched house, the smoke was billowing in the stove, and Feng Yi was rushing in when he was shocked, and was dragged by the man around him.
"Don't panic. It was my attendant who made the fire inside. That might be a little less skilled, the smoke is a bit bigger, rest assured, it won't burn your house ..."
"Ahhhhhhh! It's over! What's the matter, it's on, it's on fire!" The black smoke-enclosed stove room door rushed out of his profile, covering his mouth and nose and screaming in panic, "It's over, the emperor has to cut my head!"
Feng Moyan gritted his teeth, "Little board!" Shame!
"Emperor!" Looking up at the person standing at the door, Xiaoban immediately ran over and felt wronged. "Emperor, the slave wants to light you up, and the slave tries his best! Why don't we change rooms?"
Feng Moyu stroked his forehead and apologized to Feng Yi, "Will you change rooms? The expenses have been rounded up, and you have a big tile house?"
Feng Yi, "..." Looking at the extremely embarrassing expressions of the master and servant, neither was blame, nor was it generous.
After all, this is the place where she lives. The stove is gone. Where can she cook and eat? The rice noodles firewood are all in the stove room.
"Fight the fire first, lest you and the people around you."
"Yes, fire, I'll help you." The man said, stepped forward and lifted his legs fiercely, and the weak earth wall banged and collapsed completely.
The fire was crushed and the stove was over.
Feng Yi, who had just crouched down and wrapped her face in a cloth towel to cover her face, was about to rush in. Feng Yi, a loose hand, and the snow covering her face fell down, the whole person was stunned.
The wind was bleak, and the dark sky began to snow again.
Three people stood in the yard, facing each other, no one made a sound for a long time.
"A sneeze!"
It wasn't until Xiaoban broke the silence with another sneeze, that Feng Moyu did nothing, "I'm sorry."
Feng Yi could not say a word.
Before the Emperor Nanling appeared, she was okay, bland and pure, and obeyed the rules.
When he came, it was a disaster.
"Emperor, did you really destroy my house on purpose?" Feng Yi asked.
"You all watched it with your own eyes, how did you destroy your house on purpose? Is that the kind of person you are? Besides, thatched houses are not worth it! You want this, and I will build ten or eight for you!" The man was angry. With indignation of being wronged.
(End of this chapter)