Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

An extremely sinister look.

Feng He was frightened by Cen Feiyu's gaze. He turned his head stiffly and tried his best to ignore his gaze.

Liu Qiutang was also irritated by such rude words, and her breathing became a little rapid and her face turned pink.

But she still maintained a good manners.

"Miss Feng, I was meddling in your business just now."

Liu Qiutang still chose to take a step back, which was her second step back.

Feng He didn't know what to say for a moment.

[Glazing at Liu Qiutang, splashing wine on Cen Feiyu's face, pretending to be angry and leaving the table. Just do as you are told.]

Feng He: “…”

Feng He did not relax his expression when he heard this. He just pretended to glare at Liu Qiutang.

Only he himself knew how lacking in momentum that glance was.

Feng He looked at Cen Feiyu, who was full of anger and had a gloomy face. He then picked up the sweet soup on his table and poured it on Cen Feiyu's face.

Not a trace of hesitation.

But in fact, Feng He was almost nervous to death. His hands were shaking with nervousness, so the place where he poured the soup was slightly off, and the sweet soup only splashed below Cen Feiyu's nose.

After Feng He poured the water, she threw the cup away as if it were a hot potato.

He left the table in a huff.

More like fleeing.

There were not many people at the table at this time, and this scene happened near the front, so not many people saw it.

Cen Feiyu lowered his bloodshot eyes, and the lower half of his face was covered with sweet soup.

It's slimy, but has the sweet aroma of soft, rotten food.

Like whose lips.

Cen Feiyu himself didn't know why, but he licked the sweet soup that flowed down the corner of his mouth.

Feng He had tried it and it was indeed very sweet.

Cen Feiyu also walked away. He took big steps and soon caught up with Feng He.

Feng He was almost overwhelmed by guilt and embarrassment, and now he just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

Others must look at him as if he is a lunatic.

[You think too much. No one will take the feelings of the servants to heart. You will not be seen as too much in others' eyes by doing this. It's just that Liu Qiutang is kind by nature, so she will remind you a little. This is ancient times, and the class system is clear. Even if the national style is open, there is still a distinction between the superior and the inferior.]

Feng He was not comforted by the system, he still felt very guilty.

No wonder Cen Feiyu had such a bad impression of him at the beginning. Being humiliated frequently in such an environment, who wouldn’t be a psychopath?

[Don’t think about it, this is the original owner’s true appearance.]

Feng He sighed.

He suddenly turned around, looked at Cen Feiyu who was not far behind him, and said, "Go back first, don't follow me!"

Cen Feiyu hesitated for a moment. Could it be that Feng He didn't have servants by his side?

"Also, yesterday the arithmetic teacher assigned me a few arithmetic problems, and I don't know any of them. Go and do them for me. They're on the table in the study."

Feng He added.

After Feng He finished speaking, he saw that Cen Feiyu did not move and became angry again. Cen Feiyu no longer listened to him and it was obvious that he was angry because of what had just happened.

[…No, he should just be worried that you might be in danger if you are alone.]

Feng He understood, "I'm just going to the Crown Prince's place, he will send me back when the time comes."

Sure enough, after hearing this, Cen Feiyu turned around and left.

Feng He has not forgotten that the Marquis's wife asked him to make friends with the Crown Prince yesterday.

The Prince's Eastern Palace was not too far from the Imperial Palace, so Feng He asked the coachman to take him to the school.

He was going to enter the prince's study through the small door he had entered last time.

For some reason, he felt that Wen Renli should be there.

Feng He peeled off a piece of green vine and came to the prince's study again.

Sure enough, Wenren Li was really here.

But this time he was not taking a nap under the ginkgo tree, but watering his medicinal herbs.

[Sneak up and cover his eyes.]

Feng He did as he was told, he walked slowly behind the squatting prince with light steps and suddenly covered his eyes.

The aura around Wen Renli stagnated for a moment, and soon turned into a comfortable, gentle, elegant and polite aura.

Feng He had an indescribable strange feeling. The aura he sensed just now was one of alienation and coldness.

It turns out that the prince has always been pretending in front of others.

"Miss Feng, stop making trouble."

Feng He let go of his hand, and he asked in surprise: "How did you know it was me?"

"Because you are the only one who knows that the academy can be connected to the study room of the East Palace. And if others want to enter the East Palace through the main gate, they must report to me."

Wen Renli explained patiently.

Feng He was a little bit unconvinced that so many students in the school hadn't noticed this stone gate.

"Your Highness, why don't you go to the poetry tea party today?"

"I'm not interested." Actually, I don't like crowded places. It's noisy and annoying.

"Oh." Feng He nodded.

"Are you bored here? How about I come and play with you?" Feng He continued.

When Wen Renli heard this, he was obviously stunned and looked at Feng He.

Feng He also stared at Wen Renli with her eyes wide open. Her eyes were big and her words were innocent, which made her look innocent.

"I... I'm not bored. I'm growing flowers and herbs."

Wen Renli was the first to look away.

Feng He glanced at the flowers, herbs and herbs, and found that they had actually been planted.

[I can play games with Wenren Li, because he lost his mother when he was young, and only his nanny took care of him. When he was young, the prince loved playing hide-and-seek with his nanny under this ginkgo tree. But now, even the nanny is gone.]

Feng He seemed to be thinking about something. He understood very well how it felt to lose a loved one at a young age.

No wonder, as soon as he saw Wen Renli, he felt that he was filled with loneliness.

The gentleness, courtesy and humility he displays when meeting others are just an act; his true side is being cold and distant, and keeping a distance from others.

Feng He directly reached out and grabbed Wen Renli's hand, saying, "It's okay, it will be fun to play. You close your eyes here, I'll hide, and come find me when you're ready."

Wen Renli was arranged clearly by Feng He.

He didn't know how he agreed, and how he listened to Feng He and closed his eyes and counted.

"All right."

Wen Renli laughed, stopped counting and went to find Feng He.

Feng He hid behind the ginkgo tree and watched Wen Renli's actions secretly.

Wen Renli seemed to know where he was.

As Wen Renli moved slowly, Feng He also moved, and they seemed to be circling the tree.

Fortunately, the tree is very big, otherwise Feng He would definitely be seen.

At first Feng He could still dodge, but Wen Renli's steps were faster than hers, and Feng He didn't hold out for long before her tender pink skirt was seen.

Wen Renli let out a light laugh and Feng He froze, knowing that she had been discovered.

He ran like a butterfly in the spring sunshine.

Fragile and delicate, full of indescribable vitality.

Wen Renli couldn't help but follow Feng He's footsteps and started running.

The two ran and chased each other under this ancient ginkgo tree.

The "girl" in a cyan pink dress and the "boy" in a moon-white robe. There are laughter and joy, and the grass and trees are fresh and dancing in the wind.

Like the best playmate.

In the end, Feng He was the first to run out of energy, so he stopped listening first, and Wen Renli also stopped soon after.

Feng He was panting, her face was flushed from the exercise, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.