Feng Hua captured Feng Jin's expression and slowly curled up his red lips.

Smile coldly.

It turned out that this little bitch man was interfering with it and wanted to starve me to death!

I knew that this mentally retarded prince would definitely not believe it, but fortunately she was prepared.

Fenghua clapped his hands: "Bihu."

The maid in green came forward and placed the carved sandalwood food box in her hand on the Eight Immortals table, and the dishes inside were placed in front of Long Jue one by one.

Vegetables, cabbage, tofu, and carrots.

The clear soup is weak and there is no meat or fish.

Even the leaves of the vegetable are the most defective, and the green and yellow are handed over.

The maid in green clothes brought out a dish with her delicate hands, and the panic color in Feng Jin's eyes increased a little.

Feng Jin bit her lip.

he……

I just wanted to punish Yan Qiyu for a small punishment and a big warning. Who told her to occupy his wife's position?

Princess Yong is not as easy as she imagined.

Feng Jin is Long Jue’s favorite person. He just hates being a man.

He thought to himself that Yan Qiyu was confined to the Shangfangyuan. Even if the kitchen treats her three meals a day, she still calls her "Dadi" not "Dadi".

I had to endure it.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qiyu disobeyed the prince's order and stepped out of the Venerable Garden without authorization for the sake of a mere meal.

what to do.

The prince will definitely be angry.

Long Jue's eyes sank, and his breath became sharp: "What's going on?"

He didn't feel sorry for Yan Qiyu.

However, Yan Qiyu was Princess Yong in his nominal name. He only ordered Yan Qiyu to be confined, but he did not say that the slave would not give her food.

To be honest, what Bihu had just brought out of the food box, in the eyes of His Royal Highness Yong, who was rich and beautiful, even dogs could not be eaten. How could it be considered food?

The people in the royal palace dared to treat Princess Yong like this. Isn’t it just slapping him, the prince in the face?

Long Jue was angry: "Who made his own decision and treated the princess harshly on the diet?!"

Feng Jin's thin body couldn't help but tremble, and he quickly knelt down and apologized: "Prince forgives the crime, it's... Feng Jin."

The boy in red looked stunning and terrifying. He raised his head slightly, and knelt on the ground with a slender and tender figure, with a submission posture.

Feng Jin didn't make any arguments and said directly: "Feng Jin knew his mistake."

Long Jue was so angry that he was not angry, and he was not even not.

Feng Jin knew that Long Jue had always loved him, and his tears were shining, and his bright lips were biting lightly, pretending to be a good figure.

On the side, Fenghua held the bowl and blew it. The faint heat lingered up, scattering her face, her red lips curled up, and she said unintentionally: "Well, Young Master Feng Jin ordered someone to make ginseng and deer antler soup specially made for the prince, it is so fragrant~"

Her eyes flowed and her smile was subtle: "What I gave to the prince is delicacies, but what I gave to this princess was simple food. Young Master Feng Jin's mind was too slanted."

Feng Jin was stammering.

Long Jue's face was slightly dark, and he remembered what Fenghua just said, ginseng and deer antler soup was to nourish the kidneys and strengthen yang, and that little pity was immediately replaced by anger.

"Feng Jin, you offend the princess and punish you for three months' salary. Go back to Jinye Pavilion to think about your life!"

Feng Jin doesn’t care about that little salary? What he cares about is Long Jue.

He actually punished him for Yan Qiyu.

The boy in red face turned slightly pale, his slender body was shaking, and finally replied: "...yes."

After all, Long Jue was the one who loved her and loved her. Seeing this, he couldn't bear it and had no good expression on Fenghua: "Is the princess satisfied?"

"Satisfied." Can I say I'm not satisfied?
Chapter completed!