In the private room No. 10 of Tianxiang Tower.
Feng Hengzhi sat on one side, picked up the tea in front of him casually, tilted his head back and took a sip.
Immediately, he looked outside nonchalantly.
This position allows you to see the situation on the street outside clearly.
Opposite Feng Hengzhi sat two men staring at each other.
Zhuo Jing blinked, pouted at Nie Zhiyang beside him, and leaned towards him silently.
He lowered his head slightly and lowered his voice, "What's wrong with this person? Not saying a word?"
Nie Zhiwangyang glanced at him and said, "We have always been together, and you come to ask me?"
As if realizing that what the other party said was indeed the truth, Zhuo Jing just curled his lips and straightened up silently.
He gave Nie Zhiyang a look without any expression.
Nie Zhiyang touched Zhuo Jing lightly with his hand hidden under his body, and Zhuo Jing silently stretched out a hand, and the two began to gesture below.
Zhuo Jing said seriously, "You lost, go ask."
Nie Zhiyang looked down at his outstretched palm and the two fingers that the other party had just retracted.
He half-clenched his right hand into a fist and slowly brought it to his lips.
He coughed lightly and suddenly said, "Boss Feng, what's wrong with you? Why are you so weird?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Hengzhi, who had been staring outside, instantly withdrew his gaze.
He fiddled with the teacup in front of him absentmindedly, "Strange? Is it?"
He raised his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him.
Nie Zhiyang and Zhuo Jing nodded at the same time.
Feng Hengzhi slowly put down the teacup in his hand and leaned forward. "I'm thinking about a question."
The two of them immediately pricked up their ears and listened, "What's the problem?"
A hint of confusion flashed across Feng Hengzhi's eyes, and he placed a hand on his heart. "I don't know when it started, but I always feel something is wrong here. I went to see a doctor, but the doctor said there is nothing wrong with my body. Do you know what's going on?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at the two people opposite him very seriously.
He had just said half of it when Zhuo Jing understood what Feng Hengzhi meant.
He suppressed the urge to laugh wildly and blurted out subconsciously, "Of course the doctor can't cure your illness, because you are..."
Before he finished speaking, Nie Zhiyang, who was standing beside him, secretly kicked Zhuo Jing hard under the table.
Then, he quickly took over the conversation, "Isn't that because your illness is very complicated, ordinary doctors naturally can't diagnose it?"
Feng Hengzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Zhuo Jing and Nie Zhiyang opposite him.
"How come I didn't know when you two became doctors?"
Zhuo Jing chuckled, "That's not the point. The point is that I have a way to make your symptoms disappear completely in a short period of time."
Feng Hengzhi: "Tell me in detail."
Nie Zhiyang: "It's very simple. All you need to do is go to the long street and watch the moon with your sister-in-law at the hour of Xu tomorrow, and your illness will be cured."
The tail of Feng Hengzhi's eyebrows raised slightly, as if he had thought of something.
His expression suddenly changed. "You two don't think that I've been distracted by that woman, do you?"
Zhuo Jing and Nie Zhiyang just looked at each other calmly without saying anything for a while.
Feng Hengzhi snorted coldly, "You must be joking. I just have an indescribable feeling, so I'm acting like this. I don't want everything to be linked to Sang Luan."
Zhuo Jing quickly spoke up, "Hey, that's not what we meant. I didn't say a word about Sang Luan. You said that yourself, Boss Feng."
The pride in his words was obvious.
Feng Hengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.
Upon seeing him like this, Zhuo Jing hurriedly hid in front of Nie Zhiyang.
He hugged Nie Zhiyang tightly like a koala.
But he still stretched his neck and looked at Feng Hengzhi on the side.
Feng Hengzhi picked up the empty teacup beside him.
Zhuo Jing immediately closed his eyes and screamed, "Ahhh, help! Someone's hitting me!"
Although he shouted this, his voice was very weak.
Only a few people in the private room could hear it clearly.
Nie Zhiyang leaned back with a grin, pressed Zhuo Jing's hands with both hands, and pulled him down desperately.
He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Stay away from me, I'm scared too!"
Feng Heng was speechless for a moment and silently put down the teacup. "What are you yelling about?"
Zhuo Jing quickly touched his face and felt that he was still as handsome as before. He felt a lot more at ease instantly.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Feng Hengzhi calmly pouring a cup of tea, then pushing the teacup in front of him towards Zhuo Jing.
"Tea."
Zhuo Jing suddenly returned to his previous actions.
He sat up straight, and the words "I am a good man" were almost written on his face.
A faint smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips.
Feng Hengzhi stood up calmly.
Zhuo Jing's heart instantly rose, his pupils shrank slightly, and his whole body moved inward again.
Nie Zhiyang on the side consciously moved aside to leave a space for Feng Hengzhi.
Feng Hengzhi calmly sat down next to Zhuo Jing.
The smile on Zhuo Jing's lips suddenly disappeared.
"Why are you so afraid of me?" Feng Hengzhi reached out and patted Zhuo Jing's shoulder. "I won't eat you."
Zhuo Jing had a look on his face as if he wanted to cry but couldn't. "I was wrong."
Feng Hengzhi's eyes deepened slightly, "You guys continue, I'm going back home first."
After he finished speaking, he left the private room without waiting for the two to respond.
Only after making sure the person had left did Zhuo Jing hurriedly ask, "Why did you stop me from talking just now? He's clearly in lovesickness."
Nie Zhiyang: "Think about the last time, when he said this and that about that woman, and the last time on the street. Didn't you feel that he didn't understand your feelings at all?"
Zhuo Jing thought about it and said with a look of sudden enlightenment, "I know! Last time about the shortbread, he was just jealous!"
Nie Zhiyang had an expression of someone who saw through everything but refused to speak out. "You're right to know. In this kind of situation, those involved are often confused while those who are watching can see clearly. If you say too much, it will be useless if Boss Feng can't understand it himself. He has to realize it himself."
He slowly stood up and sat down next to Zhuo Jing. "Let's worry about how to accomplish what His Majesty said."
When this was mentioned, Zhuo Jing's whole body drooped again.
After Feng Hengzhi left Tianxiang Tower, he went straight back to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
As soon as I stepped into the mansion, I ran into Sang Luan.
As soon as Sang Luan lifted her skirt and walked out of the front garden, she looked up and stared at Feng Hengzhi.
She slowly raised her hand, "Husband, what a coincidence."
Feng Hengzhi hummed lightly, then casually said, "Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there will be small things to sell on the street. You've been too bored staying in the mansion, so you can take this opportunity to go out and get some fresh air."
Sang Luan opened her lips slightly. She was still thinking about going to see Ningning tomorrow night.
"The Mid-Autumn Festival was organized by His Majesty. As an official appointed by the court, I should also go and see it. This is also the will of His Majesty. It's just right. Tomorrow, you will accompany me."
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