Miracle Doctor, Abandoned Daughter: The Sly Emperor’s Wild Beast-Tamer Empress

When Feng Lan walked into the study, Feng Xin was still sitting in the same place, not looking very good.

This kid actually dared to show his face to Lao Tzu.

Feng Lan stared at Feng Xin's face that looked exactly like her, and was very dissatisfied.

Feng Lan lived in the City Lord's Mansion, on the one hand, to get back the Phoenix Order earlier, and on the other hand, to supervise Feng Xin and Ye Lingyue.

Fortunately, he also found out this time.

Although Feng Xin and Ye Lingyue had a close relationship, they both slept in separate rooms, and there was no overstepping behavior.

After many days of contact, he also noticed that Feng Xin was excellent in all aspects except that he was not good at martial arts and was weaker.

He is a well-rounded person, and even the mercenaries in the city are obediently subdued by him. He also handles all the affairs of the mercenary city in an orderly manner. This kid can be regarded as a business wizard.

Feng Lan also secretly tested Feng Xin, who taught him these things.

Feng Xin just replied lightly. When he was a child, because his mother was busy, he often accompanied her in the account room. Her mother would receive people from all walks of life, so he was immersed in it and learned a lot.

Hearing these words, Feng Lan was a little stunned.

He and Feng Xin wanted to know more about this unfamiliar life for many years, but he didn't expect that in the course of contact, the one who knew more was Qing Feng.

In my impression, the woman who was supposed to be unruly and self-willed seemed to be getting more and more blurred. Instead, it was the capable and generous head of the house that Mu Guanjia said.

In Fengxin's mouth, a gentle and strong mother.

"Today, I need to go to the Mercenary Alliance to check the year-end account books, and the teaching will be taught on my behalf." As the new year approached, Feng Xin was also busy.

The affairs in the mercenary alliance made him Wuxia teach Feng Lan again.

"Di Zun? You asked that woman to teach me? You did it on purpose, didn't you? That woman looks at me like I owe her millions of dollars."

Feng Lan strongly expressed dissatisfaction.

Before he fell into a coma, he was a well-known beautiful boy from Beiqing. Every time he went out, he could receive countless admiring glances and various sachets from the girl.

But a coma,

After more than ten years, when I woke up, everything changed.

Inexplicably, he married Qing Feng and had an extra son.

This is already a headache, but I also encountered a yin and yang strange earth lord.

If it is said that Feng Lan has been getting along well with many people in the City Lord's Mansion these days, there are only two people, and he is not right.

One is the Heavenly Venerate, and the other is the Earthly Venerable.

For Tianzun, Feng Lan hated it for no reason.

As for Di Zun, on the contrary, she hated Feng Lan for no reason.

This made Feng Lan very helpless. He often wondered secretly that he was a talented person anyway, why did that yin and yang woman not give him a good look every time she saw her.

You don't owe Di Zun millions, you just owe her a memory, Feng Xin thought to herself.

"Di Zun runs Tongtian Pavilion, and she is better than me in handling accounts." Some of Feng Xin's business techniques were originally taught by Qing Feng.

Although Di Zun was angry with Feng Lan for not remembering himself, he spoke coldly to Feng Lan.

However, Feng Xin noticed that Di Zun had appeared near the study very frequently these days. As for whether he cared about him being a son or being an Lao Tzu, only Di Zun himself knew.

As he was talking, the door opened.

"Get out if you don't want to learn."

Di Zun, who came in with a cold wind in his suit, squinted at Feng Lan with a taut face.

On the battlefield, Feng Lan, who was accustomed to life and death, shrank her neck for no reason, sat back down in dejection, and weakly picked up a ledger, looking like a well-behaved student.

Feng Xin couldn't help but recall an old tradition of Feng Mansion.

It is said that the previous Feng Wang had a harmless problem, that is, fear of inwardness. Now it seems that although Feng Lan has no memory, the problem is still there.

At the very least, Feng Lan dared to yell at Feng Xin, the son, and shouted loudly, but when facing Di Zun, at most, he would scold him behind his back and face him, but he didn't dare to shout loudly.

Seeing that Feng Lan didn't say a word, Di Zun's expression softened a little.

She didn't even notice the narrow look on Feng Xin's face.

From Feng Xin's point of view, Di Zun was still the same as before, with gauze covering his face, but Feng Xin noticed that Di Zun had replaced the black robe he had been wearing, and changed into a well-cut purple jacket.

Feng Xin hid the smile between her lips and closed the door, leaving a room full of warmth.

There was life in the house, Feng Lan and Di Zun sat on each side, with a table in the middle, and began today's lecture.

Feng Lan was still muttering in her heart, worried that the Di Zun Gong would avenge his personal revenge and not teach well, but an hour has passed.

Feng Lan soon discovered that his worries were unnecessary.

Feng Xin was right, Di Zun was definitely a master in accounting, and he was even clearer and more attentive than Feng Xin in his lectures.

Feng Xin also noticed that Di Zun's voice was much nicer than before. It didn't look like the rough and soft voice of a woman in the north, nor like a woman in the south. The tone of the spring-like ding dong fell on his ears very nicely.

Listening to Feng Lan, she suddenly lost her senses.

"The account of credit sales is probably done in this way. Did you hear it clearly?"

After Di Zun finished speaking, he couldn't help frowning when he saw that Feng Lan didn't respond.

"You spoke so lightly, I didn't hear the cold wind outside the house, like a lion's roar, just like your cat-like voice, how can this king hear it clearly?" Feng Lan's ears turned red, and then she noticed, What Di Zun said, he didn't hear a word.

Di Zun had the urge to strangle Feng Lan to death.

Feng Lan is a martial arts practitioner. Since childhood, he has been sensitive to ordinary people's hearing. Not to mention the meowing of cats, he can hear the meowing of mice clearly.

He was either looking for trouble, or he was just distracted, so he didn't hear clearly.

When this fellow was with Tai Fu when he was a child, Tai Fu always praised him for being attentive in his work. How could he wake up after being in a coma for more than ten years, but the more he lived, the more he went back.

Di Zun suppressed the bad anger in his heart.

"I'll say it again, just once!"

"Come here, sit next to this king and talk." Feng Lan moved over a chair, seeing that Di Zun was hesitant to come, he raised his eyebrows with a hint of provocation, and then said, "Why, I'm afraid that this king will eat it. If you can't do it, don't worry, this king has no interest in a woman like you that is completely unfeminine."

Not feminine, yes, compared to Empress Qingshuang's exquisite figure, she is really not feminine at all.

Di Zun resisted, picked up the inkstone and smashed it on Feng Lan's beautiful face.

She thought to herself, how could she have taken a fancy to Feng Lan back then, this fellow had a vicious tongue and a bad heart.

She grabbed a ledger, smashed it in front of Feng Lan, and started again dryly.