The servant kneeling on the ground didn't dare to answer, and just continued to pretend that nothing happened. Of course, Feng Xiyun didn't really want him to give an answer. He glanced at Wang Yijun with a small eye, pretending to observe secretly and whispered to Fengming: "Sister, do you think Wang Yijun has a problem with his brain, just like that Hao Zhangming?"
Before Feng Ming could answer, Wang Yijun, who was immersed in the beautiful memories with Bai Wanshuang, keenly caught the three words "Hao Zhangming". He rushed over with lightning speed and grabbed Feng Xiyun's shoulders with both hands: "Hao Zhangming, tell me Hao Zhangming, where is he? Tell him to return my Wanshuang, give it back!"
Feng Xiyun was shaken for half a minute before he reacted and pushed Wang Yijun away: "Wang Yijun, look carefully, I am Feng Xiyun, not Hao Zhangming. If you want to find your Wanshuang, go to the Wuwei General's Mansion. What's the point of running to a teahouse to act like a hero?"
"Yes, General Wuwei's Mansion, General Wuwei's Mansion, Wan Shuang is right there, waiting for me to save her. I'm going to General Wuwei's Mansion, Wan Shuang, Wan Shuang, here I come." Wang Yijun said as he was about to run out the door like crazy...
Tuanan, who couldn't stand the farce any longer, finally couldn't help it. He stood up and slapped Wang Yijun on the back of the neck. Wang Yijun collapsed limply in excitement. Tuanan supported him and sat him down at the tea table next to him.
"All of you, get up. Prince Wang's personal servant will stay here. The rest of you will retreat outside and guard the door. No one else is allowed to disturb us."
The ground was suddenly in chaos. The thugs who came with Wang Yijun had already wanted to leave, but after receiving the order from the eldest princess, they hurriedly left the small tea room and thoughtfully closed the door.
The only people left in the room were Feng Ming Tu Nan, who was calmly drinking tea, Feng Xi Yun, who was studying Wang Yijun with great interest, and Wang Yijun's personal servant, who was standing there trembling with fear and bowing.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Liu Er, and you usually call me Liu Er." The servant was fair-skinned, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with an honest and simple look.
Fengming remembered that when he first returned to Beijing to investigate Wang Yijun, he wasn't accompanied by this child, but by a rather sharp-faced, flattering figure, the perfect example of a wicked master and a wicked servant. Back then, that wicked servant had secretly committed many evil deeds under Wang Yijun's name, including the young girl Fengming had rescued. Apparently, after Wang Yijun's misdeeds, Grand Tutor Wang's household had cracked down on his servants.
"Well, Liu'er, you've only been following Young Master Wang for the past two years, right? Why are you still following your predecessor? Not only do you not help your young master do good deeds and follow the right path, you even follow him to smash up innocent teahouses. Ah!"
"Princess, please forgive me. I tried to persuade the young master, but he didn't listen to me."
Fengming used both kindness and force, and Liu'er, who had just stood up, was frightened and fell back to the ground. He actually felt that kneeling was more comfortable than standing.
"Oh, you said you persuaded Prince Wang, but I don't think so. Look at him just now, he was about to hit someone, accuse someone, and even rushed to the Wuwei General's Mansion. Does he have any rationality at all?"
“Princess, this…this…” After all, she was still a child. Liu’er was frightened by Fengming and didn’t know what to say at all because of some linguistic errors.
Feng Ming saw that the big stick had achieved its effect, and began to appease him: "Don't be afraid, you look honest and simple, and I believe you are not a vicious servant. It's just that your young master's behavior today is a bit too chaotic. I just want to ask you, since you serve him personally every day, when did he become like this?"
Hearing Fengming's calm tone and gentle attitude, and knowing the question he was asking, Liu'er mustered up the courage to answer, "Princess, ever since I've been following you, you've truly done nothing evil. Under the strict discipline of your master, you study at home every day, determined to pass the imperial examinations and show the people of the capital how to wash away your past bad reputation."
Fengming thought, no wonder he called himself a young man, it turned out that he was really a scholar now.
"But according to what you said, why would he appear here today and attack me?" Feng Xiyun interrupted.
"Alas, Your Highness, I know that I am not qualified to apologize on your behalf, but your Highness has had a very hard time these past few days because of you." As Liu'er spoke, he boldly looked up and gave Feng Xiyun an accusing look.
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