The Wife of the Wealthy Family Is Fierce and Cute

When Feng Ling heard what the high priest said, she was only stunned for a second.

She lowered her eyelids to hide the emotion in her eyes and nodded: "Master, I understand."

The high priest looked at her kindly, and said: "The protectors are a shield for our priests. They can protect us, and they will not be suspicious. Lan'er is your twin sister. She grew up with you. She What is your temperament, you should know better than any of us."

"Ok."

If he hadn't experienced the next five months and the last knife, Feng Ling would have the same idea as the high priest.

It's just that people's hearts are always insufficient, especially those who have been blackened.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling suddenly thought of Feng Lan's last words.

She wanted to take her place as high priest and marry the king.

"Ling'er, are you listening?"

Feng Ling returned to her senses, "Master, I'm listening, don't worry, as long as Lan'er is loyal to me, I will spoil her forever."

If you change your mind, that's another story.

There was nothing wrong with Feng Ling saying that, so the high priest didn't say anything more, and then talked about which day would be better for the sacrifice.

"I figured it out. The day after tomorrow is a good day. You can discuss it with the king later. We will hold the sacrificial ceremony the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, Master."

Then the two discussed for a while, and Feng Ling walked out of the high priest's bedroom.

Then she went to the palace.

When the chief steward saw her coming, he quickly came out to welcome her and said respectfully, "My lord, the king is discussing state affairs with the adults in the imperial study, and the servant will report right away."

Feng Ling stopped him and asked, "How long have Wang and the others been in?"

"It's almost two hours."

Feng Ling nodded: "In this case, I can just wait for him."

"Okay, my lord priest, please go to the meditation hall with the slaves to wait for the king."

The Jingxin Hall was the place where the king rested after he was tired of dealing with state affairs. Occasionally, he would meet ministers there alone. Feng Ling nodded and followed to the Jingxin Hall.

The chief manager had someone bring tea, snacks and some books to Feng Ling, and then went out.

It was not the first time for Feng Ling to come to the Meditation Hall, she took the book and sat there to read it.

It's just that she was used to reading on the sofa in modern times. She was sitting upright at first, but she just watched and subconsciously took off her shoes and put her on the wooden couch.

When Wang came in, what he saw was Feng Ling leaning on the wooden couch, reading a book with a relaxed face.

He deliberately walked over with light steps.

Feng Ling raised her head from the book and looked at Wang when Wang was approaching. When she saw Wang's eyes, she realized that she had no image now, so she was about to sit down.

Wang sat down next to her and pressed her shoulder, "Don't move, just lean on it."

Wang also said: "If you like to read like this, I'll ask someone to put some cushions on the wooden couch, or make it directly into a soft couch."

Feng Ling looked at him embarrassingly, and reminded: "This is where you rest."

Wang chuckled: "You can come here often in the future."

"Who wants to come here often?"

Feng Ling still sat upright, and said to him: "I'm here to discuss with you about the Spring Festival. Master said that the day after tomorrow will be a good day, and I will organize this ceremony when the time comes..."

Then Feng Ling told him what preparations he needed to make, and what he and the civil and military officials would need to do when the time came.

Wang listened carefully, and nodded after she finished speaking: "Okay, I'll send someone to prepare right away."

After speaking, he didn't move, but looked at her feet.

When Feng Ling realized his intention to tuck her feet into her skirt, one of Wang's big hands had already held one of her feet.

His palms were burning hot, even through a layer of socks, Feng Ling immediately blushed as if she had been scalded, and wanted to pull her feet back from his hands.

Wang tightened his grip, leaned over and said to her, "Xiao Ling'er, your feet are cold."

"I'm wearing socks, it's not cold."

"It's cold."

After Wang finished speaking, he took off her socks.

Feng Ling's feet were white and tender, and they were very beautiful. After Wang took off her socks, he said, "It's cold now."

Feng Ling had nothing to say and could only look at him with a wooden face.

Wang rubbed her delicate and smooth instep with his thumb a few times, and said, "I used to wash your feet when I was young, but when I grow up, I don't even let me look at them."

Feng Ling opened her mouth, and choked out four words after a while: "Men and women are different."

"When you were young, you said that you would marry me when you grow up. The difference between men and women is not suitable for us."

"..."

Inexplicably, Feng Ling followed his words and recalled some things that happened a few hours later.

She was only four years old when she was brought back by the high priest to be raised as the heir of the high priest. She left her parents at such a young age, and she must be very homesick.

Once she ran out secretly, thinking that she could run home, but for some reason, she ran to the palace which was very close to the priest's hall.

It just so happened that the former emperor passed away, the king who was about to support the entire Fengtian Dynasty at the age of ten.

Xiao Fengling happened to be crying in a hidden place when footsteps came from behind her.

She looked back at the boy standing there with a tense face, even though he was only ten years old, he was domineering, and forgot to cry at that time.

"Little one, why are you hiding here and crying secretly?"

Xiao Fengling also wanted to save face, wiped away her tears and said, "I didn't cry."

Then he thought that he was the future high priest, and that the rights of the high priest were equal to those of the king, so he stood up and walked in front of the king with his short legs, threatening him in a childish voice: "You must not tell others, otherwise... otherwise... "

"What else?"

Wang looked at the pink and tender Xiao Fengling with an arrogant face, and his restless mood miraculously calmed down. He bent down to look at her, and asked, "Who are you?"

Xiao Fengling immediately raised her chin, "I am a priest."

"You are the next high priest heir brought back by the high priest."

"right."

"Why are you here?"

Xiao Fengling was stopped by this question, but then she thought of what she threatened him, so she said: "Don't worry about it, anyway, you are not allowed to tell others that you have seen me."

The master of the high priest said that as the heir of the high priest, one should not cry casually, so Xiao Fengling definitely didn't want to let the master know that she was crying secretly.

Wang looked at the pink and tender little person in front of him, and immediately hugged her up.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"Your face is full of tears and snot. Once you go out, everyone knows that you have cried. How about I take you to wash?"

Xiao Fengling tilted her head and thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay."

The king took Xiao Fengling back to his palace.

In the palace, Wang washed Fengling's face and gave her some pastries.

Xiao Fengling was so moved, she would come over to play with Wang from time to time.

Once, she heard someone talking about the king in private, saying that he: he disowned his relatives at a young age;

The Fengtian Dynasty will definitely end in his hands;

Being so cruel is definitely the fate of the lone star of Tiansha.

After hearing this, Feng Ling immediately ran out to argue with the two teenagers.

The two children had never seen Feng Ling before, and they didn't know that she was the heir to the high priest. They wanted to beat Feng Ling, but they were seen by the king who thought that Xiao Feng Ling was coming soon and came to pick her up.

That time, the young Wang was furious for the first time in front of Xiao Fengling.

As for what happened to those two people, Xiao Fengling didn't know, but for the first time, she felt the murderous aura emanating from Wang that didn't suit her age.

Wang hugged her and walked towards his palace and told her: "You are the most honorable heir to the high priest, whoever dares to disrespect you will be killed without mercy."

Xiao Fengling complied with a half understanding.

When the king carried her to his palace, Feng Ling thought of what the two children said, so she repeated, "They say you are the lone star of the devil."

After finishing speaking, the young adult touched his face and said, "Don't be afraid, I am the future high priest, and I will help you change your life."

Wang laughed when he heard this, and asked her deliberately: "Do you know what is the lone star of Tiansha?"

Xiao Fengling definitely didn't know it at the time, so Wang said to her: "The lone star of Tiansha is destined to have no wife in his life."

Then he said: "You are the heir to the high priest, you can help me a lot, but you can't give me a wife."

Xiao Fengling was not convinced anymore, she directly held his head, looked into his eyes and said very seriously: "Who says you can't, if you don't have a wife in the future, I can be your wife."

"Okay, it's a deal."

It was such a sentence that made the young king serious.

So, Feng Ling sold herself just like that.

Feng Ling regained consciousness from the memory, and met Wang's deep eyes.

"Do you remember it?"

"No."

Feng Ling answered quickly, and in the next second, under Wang's playful eyes, she directly said with a sullen face: "I was only four years old at that time, and I didn't understand anything."

"Don't tell me you don't mean what you say, but... I take it seriously."

As soon as Wang finished speaking, he held her feet with both hands and put them under the clothes, sticking them to his chest.

Feng Ling's face turned red in an instant: "You you you..."

"Your feet are cold, I'll warm your feet. Didn't I always warm your feet like this when I was a child?"

"..."

Feng Ling looked at Wang's incomparably handsome face, and suddenly wanted to scratch his face.

Wang seems to have guessed her thoughts, and finally took out her feet.

Feng Ling was about to put on her socks, but Wang took her socks first.

"Eh……"

"Don't move, I'll put it on for you."

After Wang finished speaking, he took her feet and put them on his lap, and put socks on her.