Chapter 957

"His royal highness, the emperor's eldest grandson, and his subordinates, He Fang, came to visit him under the order of the ninth prince."

There were three knocks outside the door, followed by the majestic voice of He Fang.

Feng Yi and Cao An in the thatched cottage turned their heads and looked at the little monk. They were surprised by each other's expression.

It's the first time I've been in lingjue temple for such a long time!

"Come in."

The little monk's face changed several times, and he obviously thought of what Cao An and Feng Yi could think of.

However, he calmed down and let He Fang come in directly. It's just a thatched cottage. Can he escape?

"He Fang has met his royal highness."

He Fang didn't come empty handed. He saluted the little monk with both hands clasping his fist. Although the action was in place and seemed respectful, the three people with eyes on the scene clearly saw that He Fang was full of disdain from his gesture.

"Thank you, uncle Jiuhuang. I specially asked you to come here."

The little monk stood upright. He paced and sat down on the chair in front of He Fang.

"Your Highness, my master just heard about some accidents. He specially asked me to come and see if you were frightened, but we need to send more people to protect you?"

He Fang raised his chin and looked at Feng Yi who was still lying on the bed. Although he seemed to care about the comfort of the emperor's eldest grandson, his contemptuous eyes and tone all showed that he was dealing with hypocrisy.

Fake doesn't need to speculate, you can know that He Fang's visit is deliberately to hit the emperor's face!

Lying on the bed, Feng Yi was angry and anxious. He turned over and wanted to sit up straight and fight with He Fang.

He said that the ninth Prince wanted to help Jia Pai endure to protect his master's son, but he was making fun of his inability to protect the emperor's eldest grandson. Does he still need the assistance of the ninth prince?

But before those two masked people, clearly suspicious identity!

"Feng Yi - lie down and have a good rest!"

The little monk gave a cold, low drink and gave Cao an a wink.

Cao an immediately went to help Feng Yi lie down, but he was also full of resentment. How could he not help arguing with the arrogant He Fang?

If it wasn't for the nine princes who obstructed them, how could they be affected by these reckless disasters?!

Cao An, who is about to open his mouth and quarrel with He Fang as soon as he turns his eyes, is thrown by his master's sharp eye knife before he can speak. He immediately closes his mouth.

Nowadays, even self-protection is so difficult for people under the eaves. Quarreling with He Fang just for the sake of quick words may cause more trouble for his master.

Cao An and Feng Yi hold their hands tightly together. They exchange their eyes with each other. Their eyes are full of sorrow and pain, but they all bear it for their master. They bow their heads and no longer look at He Fang's proud and proud expression.

"I'd like to ask bodyguard he to report back to uncle Jiuhuang. It's OK for me to be here. I don't need to worry about it. Thank you for thinking about it. After a few days, I'll go to the door and say hello to uncle Jiuhuang."

Xiaohe responded respectfully and politely to He Fang. He had the same bearing and dignity as a royal heir. He answered politely and appropriately, so that no one could find any mistakes.

He Fang was shocked, but he didn't dare to show his surprise. He Fang was not the only one who was surprised. Even Feng Yi and Cao An, who had been with the little monk for many years, couldn't help looking over.

Master, he... How come he seems to have changed?

So calm, with the previous character of cowardly and irascible Huang changsun how different?!