The middle-aged man in Chinese uniform finally finished, and finally said a sentence as a conclusion: "Xueyu is very good at playing the piano, how about your highness?"

Ling Fengxiao put down the wine glass in his hand and said lightly: "No need."

The middle-aged man in the Chinese uniform seemed a little panicked.

Ling Fengxiao looked up at the boy named Xueyu again: "Come here."

Middle-aged men in high-end clothes are happy to show off their faces.

Several other middle-aged men in high-end uniforms around him also looked at him with envy.

Lin Shu continued to watch coldly, thinking that it was probably the song, dance, performance and other programs offered by the people in front of him that did not get Ling Fengxiao's favor. Only the gift presented by this middle-aged man in the uniform was unique, and he didn't even have to play the piano, so he was called over by Ling Fengxiao.

The middle-aged men in Chinese uniforms began to whisper. With Lin Shu's ear power, they heard the content of their conversation roughly: "So your Highness likes this."

"Hiss... there seems to be rumors that when His Highness was still in the academy a few years ago, he had the hobby of raising a couple."

"So that's it, so that's it. Your Highness has always been moody and did not expect that there were really something he liked."

Of course, there were also disharmonious voices: "Brother Chu, look, no matter how she is in power, she is still a woman after all... Humph!"

Brother Chu said: "Brother Chen, you are very saying, this woman is a woman after all..."

As they said, the boy named Xueyu held Qin and looked at Ling Fengxiao timidly.

Ling Fengxiao said again: "Come here."

The texture of the sound is cold and indifferent, with a little cold and hoarseness, and there is no sense of joy or anger.

Xueyu bit her lips with a light color and tender texture, walked forward, put down the piano, and knelt obediently in front of Ling Fengxiao.

Ling Fengxiao still had no expression on his face. He took a gold-painted folding fan from Xiao Lingyang next to him, and raised the boy's chin expressionlessly.

Xueyu was forced to look up at him.

Lin Shu continued to watch coldly.

A boy of sixteen or seventeen years old is inevitably a little weak in his body, and his face with delicate facial features is really well-behaved and beautiful.

——Not to mention when I raised my face, the light of the candle next to me jumped in my dark pupils, adding a warm yellow color, and also fueling the faint uneasy look in the eyes, like a frightened little rabbit.

Lin Shu was still watching coldly.

Ling Fengxiao picked up the boy's face, as if he was looking carefully up and down, left and right.

After looking at it for a while, he curled up his thin red lips and smiled.

After this smile, the boy's beautiful eyes seemed to have a pool of water melted, and he screamed softly: "Your Highness..."

However, the next moment, Ling Fengxiao's face suddenly changed!

He slapped the folding fan to the ground!

The folding fan rolled a few times, and fell down the jade steps, with a crisp sound.

The boy was more like a frightened little rabbit, trembling.

The middle-aged man in a slightly obese dress with an ordinary and slightly obese look at the bottom also began to tremble.

However, Ling Fengxiao, who made such a move, did not express any rage, and even did not raise his voice.

It's just, it's very cold.

As cold as the ice that does not melt in the valley.

He opened his lips lightly and said slowly, "What are you... what?"

The boy was frightened and said unscrupulously: "Dian... Your Highness, I..."

While speaking, he also looked at the middle-aged man in the middle-aged uniform and asked him for help.

Lin Shu looked at the boy.

If it were cousin or Xiao Shao, maybe this wouldn't be the case. Unfortunately, this cute boy was facing Ling Fengxiao.

Ling Fengxiao's temper has never been good.

Not only that, it's so bad.

This boy is probably ineffective in asking for help from a middle-aged man in a garment. Even the middle-aged man in a garment himself cannot protect himself.

He thought silently, and saw the boy crouching into a ball, and kept shouting "Your Highness" in his mouth.

Ling Fengxiao leaned slightly to see him, so he took back his upper body and leaned half on the gilded high seat, supporting his head with one hand. Lin Shu saw his clear contoured face, and under his half-drooping eyelashes, showing shocking indifference.

His voice was as cold as his eyes, and he said only one word to the boy who had cried until the pear blossoms were raining and shook into a snow branch in the wind.

"roll."

The boy didn't know what was going on yet, and was crying.

The guards below still had a wink and stepped forward to hold him down.

But Ling Fengxiao's expression did not relieve the slightest.

Another eye-catching guard pulled away the piano that the boy had left before and whispered: "It's burned."

Ling Fengxiao's expression still did not relieve it.

Several more guards looked at each other and walked towards the decayed middle-aged man in a middle-aged uniform. He ignored his shouts and begged for mercy and dragged him down.

The remaining men in gorgeous clothes were silent.

Ling Fengxiao picked up the agate cup again, shook the wine inside, and slowly said, "I... have a bad temper and have lost my sense of responsibility just now. Please forgive me."

He said, "I lost my sense of justice for a while" and "I'll forgive me, everyone." However, anyone with ears can hear the condescending and contemptuous tone.

The middle-aged men in the Chinese uniform continued to be as quiet as chickens.

Ling Fengxiao took a sip of the strong wine and said, "If nothing happens, then... continue."

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded sparsely, and then gradually returned to normal.

The atmosphere below gradually regained its vitality, and everyone pretended to ignore it.

Lin Shu looked at this scene with scrutiny.

Just from the scene just now, we can see what kind of authority Ling Fengxiao has in his hands.

These middle-aged men in Chinese uniform and their families were probably ministers or nobles in the capital. They did things to please Ling Fengxiao at the banquet. When Ling Fengxiao got angry, they did not dare to say anything. Ling Fengxiao said that nothing happened, then nothing happened.

What Xiao Lingyang, the golden apricot creature, does is-

Give Ling Feng a flute and cloth dish.

Pour wine for Ling Fengxiao.

Give the guards a wink.

Lin Shu found it very interesting.

He was still invisible in the shadow of the eaves of the palace, stretching out a ray of floating spiritual power to explore the breath of Ling Fengxiao.

The breath is quite stable, and it has even reached the state of passing the tribulation. From the outside, there is nothing wrong with it.

However, it seems to be a little reduced from three years ago.

He saw Ling Fengxiao drinking.

Compared to the boy before he appeared, he drank much more frequently. He almost drank while watching the crowds of people drinking under the high platform.

One cup, one cup after another.

Xiao Lingyang said: "Don't drink, don't die."

Ling Fengxiao said: "You care about me to die."

Xiao Lingyang: "Then you go and die quickly."

Ling Fengxiao smiled, but drank less and sipped in a small sip.

But the eyes that were usually arrogant were covered with a layer of mist, and they seemed a little drunk.

Beauty, drunk, is indeed beautiful.

But who dares to look up at the people at this banquet?

Ling Fengxiao suddenly coughed, picked up the silk next to his hand to cover his mouth, and then put it down.

Xiao Lingyang glanced here: "Your lip fat is really heavy."

Ling Fengxiao had no expression on his face: "Get out."

Lin Shu never looked away from the snow-white silk.

He could see clearly from this angle, where is lip fat?

It's clearly blood.

He frowned slightly.

Previously, Yingying told him in her dream that her father had coughed up blood.

Now it seems that the little phoenix has a real problem with its body.
To be continued...