A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 44
"The first question..." Lan Junque paused deliberately, seeing Yang Jingfeng's mouth suddenly flattened. That appearance, coupled with the swollen forehead, was really funny. In order not to damage his image, he couldn't help laughing After making a sound, Lan Junque decided to hurry up.

"The first question, what are the benefits to the king of being against the Xiao family?"

Yang Jingfeng acted like he was in deep thought, he understood this sentence.

"Secondly, everyone in the Xiao family knows martial arts, can't they even tell that the musician has martial arts?"

He seems to understand this too, but what he doesn't understand is that if you only ask these two questions, it seems that you don't need to talk for so long!

Yang Jingfeng raised his chin and pondered.

"My lord, wait a minute, what else did you say, only these two sentences won't take that long?"

Looking up, he found that the prince had left him again, and Yang Jingfeng muttered annoyedly, chasing after Lan Junque.

"Oh!"

"Snapped!"

"A bunch of trash, you can't even look down on an individual, what use are you for!"

Before reaching the study room, he heard the sound of crackling and throwing things, interspersed with Lan Junque's angry roar.

"It's happened!"

Yang Jingfeng groaned inwardly. He had been with the prince since he was a child, and knew that he was always calm, his emotions and anger were invisible, and he always had a smile of one kind or another on his face.

There is only one person in this world who can make him so angry.

She is the prince's weakness, the last tenderness in the prince's heart, which explodes at the touch of a button.

It seems that something happened to that person.

Yang Jingfeng was sweating profusely, but he still pushed the door open and went in.

Apart from him, no one in the King's Mansion would dare to provoke this black-bellied prince at this juncture. If one of them is not handled well, the whole King's Mansion may suffer.

At this juncture, if the brutal incident of the King's Lord wantonly beating and killing the guards happened again, those old guys' impression of the King's Lord would be greatly reduced.

Although, for the sake of that person, Lord Jun did many things that irrational.

Gently pushing the door open, the room was in a mess.

The floor was covered with broken tiles and water stains mixed with tea leaves, chairs and tables fell all over the floor.

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old guard was standing aside with his head bowed, his face was red and swollen, his body was still trembling, obviously frightened by the evil god's anger.

At this time, Lan Junque had obviously woken up from the loss of control just now, and sat firmly on the only chair that was still standing, but his face was still gloomy and terrifying.

From the clenched fist, powdery things flowed out from time to time, obviously some unfortunate wine glass was crushed into powder by the prince.

"what happened?"

Yang Jingfeng approached the little guard and asked in a low voice.

"Master Jingfeng, the saint is gone." The guard lowered his head and said in a low voice, his voice was still trembling slightly, obviously still a little bit shocked.

"How do we do it? Isn't there so many people secretly guarding him? How could he disappear?" Yang Jingfeng scolded in a low voice, he didn't expect the matter to be so serious.

"The holy lady left by herself. She stunned everyone and ran away secretly." The guard said in a low voice.

"What? How is this possible?"

Yang Jingfeng cried out.

Feeling Lan Junque's sharp gaze, realizing that he had slipped his words, he quickly covered his mouth.After waiting for a long time, seeing that the prince did not reprimand him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and told the guards in a low voice: "You have nothing to do here, you go down first, don't worry about what happened just now, after all, you neglected your duty first. "

The little guard nodded movedly, he didn't expect that Master Jingfeng would care about the feelings of such a small person like him.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard Yang Jingfeng say again: "Tell your companion, don't tell anyone about the disappearance of the saint, otherwise..."

"Also, for a while now, don't appear in front of the prince again."

The little guard was shocked, nodded his head in agreement, and left in a hurry.

"What do you think, my lord?"

After the little guard left, Yang Jingfeng called the hidden guard, checked the surroundings carefully, and asked in a low voice after making sure no one was eavesdropping.

"Ning'er must have been pushed too hard by them, and she was afraid of hurting me, so she made such a bad plan." Lan Junque said in a deep voice, his eyes were cruel and bloodthirsty.

"Then what is the prince going to do now?"

"What should I do? Since some people really want to see the show of becoming a confidante in a rage, I simply let them do so."

With a bang, the only standing table in the room was also instantly shattered.

(End of this chapter)