Don't panic, Father Xueba and I crossed together

Seeing Feng Jin and Chen Yu coming in, the old emperor pretended to be calm, but his throat was extremely itchy.

The more you endure, the more itchy you become.

I can't wait to find a place where there is no one and cough up my lungs.

It doesn't matter if his son is here, he coughed hard twice, so that his son can clearly realize that he is about to die, and he can seek to usurp the throne at any time.

He could stand up the dragon chair easily and give it to him.

Feng Jin can't do it here, he's afraid of losing face.

This is the person who has written countless stories, each of which is extraordinary and refined - anyway, he has never read it before.

Since he was born, as a prince, he has been disciplined very harshly, and the books he read have always been about state governance.

The first time I saw the script written by Feng Jin, I was instantly amazed.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is an idol.

"Minister Xiaojin, pay my respects to Your Majesty."

Chen Yu didn't teach her to remember, and she didn't know how to salute before entering the palace.

He could only bend over stiffly, and forced a bow.

Before it was finished, Chen Yu grabbed her.

"Yesterday, an imperial decree was written. Princess Jinxiu doesn't need to stick to etiquette, and the face saint doesn't need to salute."

Chen Yu spoke lightly.

"what?"

Feng Jin looked surprised.

She didn't know this, she didn't receive the imperial decree, but saw an imperial decree to make her the princess.

Feng Jin subconsciously looked at the old emperor with surprise in his eyes.

Didn't expect the serious looking old emperor to be so considerate?
She thought that the old emperor would be dissatisfied with her status, thinking that she was not worthy of Chen Yu!
"Well! That's it!"

The old emperor swallowed hard, and managed to relax his throat slightly.

Barely uttered a few words.

As for the imperial decree that guy Chen Yu said, the old emperor said he didn't know either.

The jade seal is there, and this prodigal son can write whatever he likes!

Anyway, whatever the prodigal son wrote, he wouldn't deliberately let him read it. He had to ask what he wanted to see.

The prodigal son still doesn't necessarily answer.

Just write it!

If there is, there will be!

Whether or not the imperial decree was written, and what was written, the prodigal son knows much better than himself!

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Feng Jin instantly relaxed a lot. It seems that not all the rulers of feudal dynasties have serious feudal superstitions.

At least, he doesn't seem to be dissatisfied with her now.

Feng Jin didn't recognize it either, the old emperor in front of him was the old gentleman whom he had met on the day that Icing on the Blossom opened.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Yu will leave it to you."

The old emperor crossed his hands in front of him, looking a little embarrassed.

After thinking for a long time, he didn't know what to say, Chen Yu was still watching, and he could only say some irrelevant things dryly.

It's really an insignificant thing.

Because whether he said it or not, he couldn't make any decisions for Chen Yu, and the candidate for the crown princess Chen Yu decided could only be Feng Jin.

The old emperor knew that protest was invalid, so he never protested.

Feng Jin subconsciously looked at Chen Yu, Chen Yu's beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly bent, and also took Chen Yu's hand.

The beautiful skin confuses Fengjin's eyes, and he couldn't help looking at it for a while longer.

at this time.

The old emperor couldn't bear it anymore.

"Cough cough cough..."

The old man coughed like a terminally ill consumptive.

Thick and thin.

After holding back for a long time, I finally coughed up.

Feng Jin thought that the gaze between himself and Chen Yu made everyone in the feudal society feel embarrassed, or felt that it was too open.

Cough on purpose.

So he immediately turned his head away, pinched Chen Yu, and pulled his hand out of Chen Yu's hand by the way.

Simply snappy.

She knows that in this day and age, pulling hands and the like can't be aboveboard, and it's easy to be soaked in a pigsty.

Chen Yu's face, which was still smiling just now, didn't change, his eyes looked from Feng Jin to the old emperor who was about to cough up his lungs.

The old emperor: ...

The coughing stopped abruptly.

She frightened back abruptly.

After being the emperor for so many years, he has never been afraid of the imperial conquest and the killing of the generals of the neighboring countries.

But he loves his son very much, very frightened, the kind in the late stage.

The old emperor twitched, he could only smile and talk to Feng Jin,
"Father has occasionally caught a cold recently, so he coughs more frequently, don't take it for granted."

There was a trace of grievance in the voice.

He's getting old and looks rather sad.

Father emperor?

Feng Jin blinked, feeling that the old emperor might be talking to Chen Yu, after all, he was his son.

Chen Yu should be called the old emperor's father.

So Feng Jin didn't respond.

Companion to the king is like companion to the tiger, except for the crown prince, no one dares to ignore the old emperor.

Even Rongfeng was sweating for the future princess.

But obviously he was overthinking, the old emperor was always smiling, the expression on his face was the same as when he was facing Chen Yu.

There is an element of flattery.

The old emperor was indeed talking to Feng Jin.

Anyway, Chen Yu's prodigal son must have brought the crown princess, and the crown prince is right to call her father the emperor.

What's more... the things in his private treasury were almost taken away by the prodigal son, and they were all given to Fengjin.

If the bamboo basket fetches water in vain, he will have nowhere to cry!

"Father asked the imperial dining room to make some desserts, Xiaojin, come and taste them!"

The old emperor smiled and waved in one direction.

Soon, several maids put the trays of exquisite snacks on the table closest to Fengjin.

It wasn't until this time that Feng Jin discovered that the old emperor and himself called himself the father.

Feng Jin was surprised again, looked at Chen Yu, then at the old emperor, not knowing how to respond.

"You are the future crown princess, so you will naturally be called my father emperor in the future."

The old emperor only reacted now when he saw Feng Jin, and the expression on his face was a little naive.

I couldn't help thinking about it, the temperament of this little girl is different from that of the women in the palace.

He can still write so many scripts, no wonder the fourth child has taken a fancy to it.

"You don't have to call me Emperor Father if you don't want to, just call me Old Emperor."

Chen Yu glanced at the old emperor, his voice was not warm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Snapped!"

As soon as Chen Yu opened his mouth, Feng Jin patted Chen Yu's hand and stared at him.

You shouldn't have talked to the old emperor like that.

The emperor is so ruthless, Fengjin is also seeing the old emperor for the first time, I don't know if he has suspicions about the prince or something.

Even though she is a modern person, she still feels that Chen Yu is speaking a little outrageously.

"It's okay, it's okay! You can call it whatever you want."

After Feng Jin slapped him across the face, the old emperor's complexion instantly became brighter, and he quickly waved his hands.

But his eyes looked at Chen Yu's hand vigorously.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a small red palm print appeared on the long and slender hand.

His mighty son was beaten right under his nose.

For a while, the old emperor was in a complicated mood.

It looks pretty cool.

Wouldn't it be better if you pat the back of the head?

The old emperor fell into YY.

Just thinking about his son being beaten into a bear, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

One thing down one thing!

The princess conquered the prodigal son, and the prodigal son conquered him!