Chapter 327

"Is this princess Ming? The skin looks good, but other aspects are a little complicated..." Zhenbei Hou showed a meaningful expression and looked at the little steamed stuffed bun. The irony is very obvious.

Since he gradually made a difference in Feng's family, Feng Jiuxi hasn't seen such a blatant ridicule of her for a long time.

Yanqing turned sideways and blocked the wanton eyes of Zhenbei Hou, and his voice suddenly cooled down. "This is the king's princess. Zhenbei Hou pays attention to his words and is disrespectful to the king's princess. You can't bear the consequences."

Hearing the speech, there was surprise in the eyes of Zhenbei Hou. I'm afraid I didn't expect Yanqing, who has always been indifferent, to protect Feng Jiuxi so short.

The people on one side rarely saw such a scene of aristocratic struggle, and whispered in a circle one after another.

From the surrounding discussion, plus the previous understanding, Feng Jiuxi vaguely understood.

It turned out that everyone in the East knew that Zhenbei Hou and Pluto didn't deal with each other. Once a woman liked by Zhenbei Hou fell in love with Yanqing at first sight and refused to accept Zhenbei Hou's love. Finally, Yanqing refused and couldn't figure it out. She directly shaved her hair and became a nun.

After that, the Duke of Zhenbei competed with him openly and secretly, and now he still takes advantage of his son.

At this time, Wu Yichen opened his mouth. He pointed to the steamed stuffed bun and showed an air of ridicule. "Father, this Feng Ziyan is not as powerful as you said. The child beat him with one move."

"I can't imagine that he would be the son of the great underworld." Hou Fangsi in the north of the town smiled and turned to look at Feng Jiuxi. "The Feng family is also a famous family. I'm afraid it's wrong that the successor's ability is so low in the future."

When he said this, he was completely lying with his eyes open!

Feng Jiuxi was so angry that he clenched his fist. Not to mention that the steamed stuffed bun was still young. Even ordinary people, reaching the high section of orange level was by no means a low spiritual power! Zhenbei Hou's father and son said so in public, just looking for a reason to suppress them!

Looking down and seeing the loss on the little steamed stuffed bun's face, Feng Jiuxi was even more angry, "who said my son's spiritual power is low!"

"Why should the princess be angry? I just said it casually. I heard that young master Ling will go to Jinglin academy soon. I'm just worried that this strength will not meet the threshold of selection." Zhenbei Hou said lightly.

Wu Yichen also held his head high. "Yes, several students of Jinglin academy are very demanding. They won't accept all rotten fish and shrimp. You are waiting to be rejected!"

"That's how you talk at a young age..."

Before Feng Jiuxi's voice fell, a soft and firm voice suddenly sounded beside her.

"If I can beat you, does that mean I can enter Jinglin college?" the little steamed stuffed bun asked firmly.

Hearing what he said, Wu Yichen and Zhenbei Hou's father and son were stunned, and then laughed at the same time.

Wu Yichen laughed most presumptuously and mocked: "what big talk do you say, you little boy? You just didn't even carry my blow. You still want to win me? Just dream!"

"Ziyan, you are still young. When you grow up, this person will not be your opponent." Feng Jiuxi frowned: it's not that she doesn't believe in the ability of small steamed stuffed bun. On the contrary, she firmly believes that her son must be a dragon and Phoenix among people when he grows up.