Eunuch Jiang lowered his eyebrows and replied, "Yes."
He had served the emperor for such a long time, but he had never seen the emperor laugh so happily.
Half an hour later.
Outside the palace gate.
Feng Hengzhi walked forward quickly when a voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Master Prime Minister, please stay."
Feng Hengzhi paused, turned around, and saw the Minister of Rites trotting forward, holding up his clothes.
The Minister of Rites wiped the sweat from his forehead and bowed to Feng Hengzhi. Then he asked tentatively, "I wonder if Your Excellency the Prime Minister knows what the Emperor's intentions are today? Why did he suddenly summon us together and issue such an order?"
Feng Hengzhi's expression was indifferent. "Like you, I was summoned here suddenly. How could I possibly know if you don't know?"
He raised his eyes and glanced at the person in front of him casually, "But since the emperor has ordered it, I will do it."
Minister of Rites Chan smiled and nodded, "Your Excellency the Prime Minister is absolutely right."
"Oh my, who is this? It's the Prime Minister."
A sarcastic voice fell into Feng Hengzhi's ears.
Feng Hengzhi's eyes flashed slightly, and he slowly turned around, and saw Sang Zhao leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
Sang Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly with a look of disdain, and looked at him as if he were an enemy.
Feng Hengzhi lowered his head and smiled slightly. Then, he took two steps forward, walked in front of Sang Zhao, and stopped steadily.
Sang Zhao's originally relaxed expression gradually turned into alertness.
He crossed his arms and leaned back slightly, "You... don't come over here!"
Feng Hengzhi looked at him, reached out and touched his shoulder lightly, his brows still indifferent, "You are so old, but you still can't take care of yourself. You will be the one to support the family from now on. This dress has been torn, why don't you let the maid mend it for you before going out?"
Sang Zhao was stunned for a moment, then he subconsciously replied, "I left too hastily. I heard that the emperor summoned both you and my father, so I wanted to come and scold you."
Sang Shaoan and the Minister of Rites, who were standing by, stared at each other.
When the Minister of Rites saw this scene, he quickly pulled Sang Shaoan's arm and said, "Master Sang, if there is nothing else, I will leave first. There are still some matters in this mansion waiting for me to go back and deal with them."
After saying this, without waiting for Sang Shaoan to answer, he picked up his clothes and left without looking back.
The rest are family matters, so it would be better for him not to interfere too much.
Feng Hengzhi's tone rose slightly, "Oh, so you wanted to scold me? Have you finished scolding me? Are you feeling better now?"
Sang Zhao had a look of suspicion on his face, his hands tightly grasping the wall behind him. Seeing the person in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, "You, why are you laughing so inexplicably!"
He stiffened his neck and said, "I haven't even started scolding yet!"
Feng Hengzhi nodded seriously and stepped back slightly, "Then go ahead and scold me."
Sang Zhao blinked, looking puzzled.
He pointed at Feng Hengzhi, "You..."
After a long while, he didn't say a word.
"I'm warning you, you'd better be nice to my sister, otherwise I will crawl into your room even if I have to, and kill you in the middle of the night." Sang Zhao finally said something harsh.
When Sang Luan was mentioned, Feng Hengzhi's expression softened instantly. "I was wrong before, but from now on I will treat Luan'er well. You don't need to worry about her."
Sang Zhao tilted his head.
Before, every time he saw this man and his sister, this man always had a cold face and was not nice to his sister at all.
He was not afraid of Feng Hengzhi.
At worst, we can just fight head-on and no one will be afraid of whom.
But now, the other party looked at him as if he were his own brother. What was going on?
Sang Shaoan suddenly said, "Zhao'er, don't be rude to the Prime Minister."
Sang Zhao curled his lips, and the next moment, while Feng Hengzhi was not paying attention, he trotted over to Sang Shaoan and said, "Dad, look at this man, he is simply incomprehensible."
Feng Hengzhi raised his eyes and nodded slightly towards Sang Shaoan, "Father-in-law."
Sang Shaoan raised his right hand slightly, "You..."
Immediately, his expression paused, and he spoke subconsciously, "You, what did you call me just now?"
Feng Hengzhi patiently repeated, "Father-in-law is about to return home. If you have time, you can meet Luan'er. She has missed you a lot recently."
After a while, Sang Shaoan slowly regained his voice.
He nodded heavily, "Okay."
Sang Zhao tugged at Sang Shaoan, leaned closer to him, lowered his voice, and stared intently at Feng Hengzhi, "Dad, don't be fooled by his appearance. Have you forgotten how he treated your sister before?"
Sang Shaoan turned around and glared at Sang Zhao, "Why did you follow me out today? I'll settle today's score with you after we get back home."
When Sang Zhao heard this, he said nothing and lowered his head silently.
Those eyes still stared at Feng Hengzhi from time to time.
*
Autumn makeup is slanted outside.
A ragged man was crawling around in the open space outside Qiu Zhuang in a strange posture.
Judging from his figure, he is probably a man.
The man's fingers were bent to an incredible degree, and he was forced to fall to the ground every two steps.
After falling to the ground, he forced himself to stand up.
Continue forward tremblingly.
Judging from the direction, he wants to enter Qiuzhuang.
He gritted his teeth, trying to endure the pain coming from all over his body, muttering, "Cheng Zhaodi!"
"Cheng Zhaodi, I want to see you, come out, come out quickly."
The man raised his head slightly, and the people around him couldn't help but take a few steps back at the same time, pointing at him.
The man's face was covered with two horrific scars.
Suddenly, a bright figure appeared before my eyes.
Muye was wearing a green dress, with her hands folded in front of her, looking down at the person on the ground.
Muye had light makeup on her face.
She is already pretty, and with a little sprucing up, she can attract other people's attention.
He sniffed lightly, and an unpleasant smell suddenly rushed into Konoha's nostrils.
He subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands and took a step back.
"Who are you? Why are you yelling here?"
Konoha asked loudly to the man on the ground.
The man reached out and smoothed the half of his face that was already covered by his messy hair.
He raised his neck as high as he could, trying to let the person in front of him see his face clearly.
The man was very excited. "You finally came out. It's me, Zhaodi. Don't you recognize me?"
Konoha bent down slightly and took a closer look.
As if to allow her to see more clearly, the man stood up again tremblingly.
He reached out and wiped his face, and the dust on his face was blown away.
Muye's pupils suddenly contracted, "It's you?"
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