The host of fast transmigration, she floated away

Chapter 376 Little monk, do you accept nuns in your temple? 35
"How much do you know about him?" Feng Wuhen asked, looking sideways at Murong Ye.

"I only know that he is good at business, he is a business genius, by the way, he also understands piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it doesn't look like he came from a merchant's family." Murong Ye continued.

"What else?" Feng Wuhen continued to support his chin.

Murong Ye gave Feng Wuhen a disgusted look, "I've said it all, and that's all I know."

Feng Wuhen "...you dare to bring someone home just knowing this?"

When Murong Ye heard the words, he snorted softly, "Don't be suspicious of people, but don't be suspicious of employers."

"Sooner or later, you will be killed by your own stupidity." Feng Wuhen changed from his usual gentleness, and then looked at Murong Ye with disgust.

"You're stupid." Murong Ye replied to Feng Wuhen.

"Who are you calling stupid?" Feng Wuhen squinted at Murong Ye.

Murong Ye didn't look at Feng Wuhen and snorted, "Whoever talks to someone is scolded."

"Can you say that again."

"stupid!"

Feng Wuhen directly choked Murong Ye's throat, and Murong Ye stretched out his hand to hold Feng Wuhen's hand, and with a push back, the teacup on the table was knocked to the ground.

The butler walked in when he heard the movement, and was taken aback for a moment, "Your Highness, why are you fighting again, quickly, stop fighting, and stop fighting."

However, neither of them listened to him at all.

"Fuck! Feng Wuhen, you dare to pull my hair, are you a woman?" Murong Ye stared at Feng Wuhen with wide eyes.

"Who told you to scratch me?" Feng Wuhen said in a muffled voice, and pulled Murong Ye's hair as he spoke.

"I can't scratch you and my name is written backwards." Murong Ye said and gave Feng Wuhen another paw.

……

After a stick of incense, Murong Ye's hair was disheveled, and two red marks appeared on Feng Wuhen's face.

"Hiss—these Wuhen have turned into marks, can't you be gentler?" Feng Wuhen stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Why don't you pull my hair lightly." Murong Ye snorted lightly.

"Tsk, you think I believe you. You scratched my face with red marks when I pulled you lightly last time." Feng Wuhen's voice was gentle.

If someone said that he would fight with others, the credibility is almost zero.

However, people should not be judged by their appearance. Some people look gentle and gentle, like a modest gentleman, and they fight in private, just like shrews.

"I'm so scratched, what do you want?" Murong Ye asked impatiently.

"Give me the medicine." Feng Wuhen looked at Murong Ye and said.

Murong Ye looked sideways at Feng Wuhen, and after a while, he still resignedly took the ointment and applied it to Feng Wuhen's face.

"What's the third thing you said?" Murong asked while helping Feng Wuhen apply the medicine.

"The servants from neighboring countries will be here tomorrow. You come with me to receive them." Feng Wuhen said confidently.

"Okay." Murong Ye said angrily.

"Hey, please be gentle, it hurts."

"It's just a little painful, see you pull my hair next time..."

"Didn't you tickle me too?"

"You were the one who locked my throat first."

"You call me stupid"

"Feng Wuhen, it was obviously you who scolded me first."

……

The butler standing outside the room shook his head helplessly, please stop fighting.

-

By the time Feng Wuhen returned to the palace, night had fallen and the lights of the imperial city were flickering.

After Feng Wuhen returned to the palace, the servants of the Chaoyang Palace came to report that the princess had not eaten or drunk since noon and had been in a daze.

Feng Wuhen had no choice but to rush to Chaoyang Palace without stopping.

Walking into the bedroom, I saw Wuxin holding the string of Buddhist beads, her chin resting on her knees, her head lowered and her knees hugged, curled up in a corner of the couch.

Feng Wuhen's heart skipped a beat, and he called softly, "Xiao Wuyou."

"Brother Emperor, are you here?" Wuxin raised his head and glanced at Feng Wuhen, then continued to lower his head after speaking.

(End of this chapter)