Mi Zhao led Feng Yong to a small, exquisitely decorated cabinet on the second floor of the attic. Sitting here, he could see the entire street outside.

I have to say that the location of Yipin Pavilion is really a prime location.

There were all kinds of dishes on the table, but Feng Yong didn't like it. He picked some at random and put it in his mouth. Then he put down his chopsticks and asked, "Why did you invite me here? Now you can say

Already."

Feng Yong was not convinced that Mi Zhao was just sending the geese away.

Mi Zhao personally held the ladle and scooped out a bowl of soup for Feng Yong, and then said, "Feng Langjun, can Zhao please whisper something?"

Feng Yong looked at the people around him and said to them, "You guys go out first."

"You are not allowed to do so!"

As expected, Bu Qu strongly objected.

When Feng Yong was assassinated in Nanzhong, Guan Ji severely punished Feng Yong's group.

In addition, Feng Yong is now a prince, so he must be even more careful. Some people are left on the first floor and some on the second floor. This small cabinet must also follow them.

"You just wait outside."

Feng Yong waved his hand, "Don't worry, Mr. Mi Lang won't dare to blatantly harm me."

When Mi Zhao heard this, his face was extremely bitter.

Buqu couldn't resist Feng Yong, so he had to look at Mi Zhao warily before slowly retreating.

"As a courtesy, do it first!"

Mi Zhao raised the bowl, mistook the soup inside for wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

Feng Yong took a sip and found that the soup was sour and astringent. Perhaps the only reason why it tasted so good in his mouth was that he could smell a faint smell of wine.

"Is this... mash?"

Feng Yong muttered to himself in confusion, but he didn't like drinking. In his previous life, he drank fermented glutinous rice and also liked sweet drinks. Naturally, this kind of thing could not get into his eyes.

Mi Zhao didn't care whether Feng Yong drank the contents of the bowl or not. He poured another bowl and then said with a wry smile, "Zhao knows that what he did last time was not honest, so this bowl is for me."

The punishment is to give the king and prince the punishment."

As he said that, he drank it all in one go.

Pour another bowl.

"Your Majesty will be getting married soon. I'm afraid I won't be able to come to congratulate you in person when the photo comes. This bowl is to congratulate you in advance!"

Seeing the sadness and bitterness on Mi Zhao's face, Feng Yong sighed softly, "Why bother?"

Mi Zhao shook his head and sighed, "Everyone in the world says that I am lucky to be born into a royal family. But who knows my difficulties?"

As he said that, he drank another bowl.

It seemed that he really drank the mash as wine.

The Mi family was born to be tied to the royal family.

It can be said that the rise and fall of the Mi family depends on the degree of favor of the holy family.

Other families might still have a chance to invest in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but not the Mi family.

So there were many times when the Mi family had to help the palace do things that were inconvenient for them to do.

"Your Majesty, do you know what I intend to use these ten wild geese in my hand for?"

"The wild geese are naturally used to discuss marriage."

"Yes, it is indeed used to discuss marriage, but does the Lord know who I am planning to discuss marriage with?"

Mi Zhao looked at Feng Yong steadily.

"who?"

Feng Yong, however, ignored Mi Zhao's gaze and asked casually.

It can't be Guan Ji anyway.

"There used to be several, but recently there was one more."

"Oh, this is a good thing. If a good woman has a good wife, then many will want her for her, and vice versa? A good husband will naturally have many families for him."

Feng Yong smiled lightly.

"The latest one is the daughter of the Zhang family."

Mi Zhao ignored Feng Yong's teasing, but still looked at Feng Yong steadily, and suddenly said this.

Feng Yong's expression froze, and the smile on his face froze.

"The little lady of the Zhang family? Which Zhang?"

"Of course it's Zhang from Marquis Zhang Xixiang."

Mi Zhao chuckled and drank another bowl of fermented glutinous rice. He felt an unspeakable bitterness, "I heard that Miss Zhang proposed this on her own initiative."

Feng Yong's heart seemed to be pinched by something, and it hurt a little, "Then what? You gave me the wild goose, what should you do?"

"I sent Dayan to the prince, so naturally I don't want to discuss marriage for the time being."

Mi Zhao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

If he could have been forgiven for offending this person before, then if he really dared to agree to propose marriage to Mrs. Zhang at this time, I am afraid that he would be offended to death.

The clever talker Feng Langjun and the ruthless Xiao Wenhe are not just talking casually.

Liao Li who was exiled in Wenshan, Xu Xun who had his leg broken, the rich families in Shu who were tricked and bleeding, the countless innocent souls in the underground of Hanzhong, the barbarians who were trembling with fear from the ghost king...

Everyone wants to express their opinion on this.

To be honest, Mi Zhao these days, if I want to say that I am not scared, it would be a lie.

Feng Yong's face relaxed, he nodded, and agreed, "Don't you remember there was a statistic in Nanxiang last year? It would be good for your health for this woman to get married two or three years later. Mrs. Zhang gets married later,

It’s also very good…”

When he said this, Lao Feng felt that his face was slightly hot.

Sometimes, even if you don't drink, you will still get drunk.

Mi Zhao felt as if he was already drunk. When he saw the change in the expression on Feng Yong's face, he couldn't help but dared to say contemptuously: Bah!

It's just that he was thinking this in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

"Feng Junhou, Nanzhongye is about to be established and has no talent, so he wants to ask himself to be a supervisor there. What do you think?"

Mi Zhao asked carefully.

"Nan MCC Supervision Order? This is not a matter within the inner government. What do you ask me to do..."

When Feng Yong said this and saw Mi Zhao's expression, he suddenly understood.

Nanzhong is still a barbaric land, and Mi Zhao's actions are actually equivalent to self-exile.

Just look at Liao Li and you will understand. How far is Wenshan County from Shu County? This is already considered an exile.

As for Nanzhong, the environment is many times worse than that of Wenshan. It's hard to say that if you accidentally contract the miasma, it will mean death but no life.

"Mi Langjun is a relative of the emperor, why is this so important?"

Feng Yong swore that he was sincerely persuading.

What the hell, Mi Zhao’s identity means he is also Adou’s cousin! If he was really forced to run away to Nanzhong because of him, how would others see him?

Doesn't that mean one more sentence?
Chapter completed!