Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 111
Seeing that the emperor still looked worried, Shen Jincheng hurriedly interjected: "Don't worry, your majesty, after more than four months, Yan Zhihui's body has long since rotted away, what can a skeleton be like?"

The emperor thought about it, so he didn't bother anymore, "After going back, we will check again, and make sure that no one who knows is left alive."

"Yes, the general will obey the order." Shen Feng clasped his fists and nodded.

"Sit down." The emperor waved his hand, and when Shen Feng sat back, he looked at Shen Jincheng again.

"Speaking of which, Jincheng is not too young, but is he married?"

Shen Feng's heart tightened and he hesitated for a moment.

The emperor's eyes flashed, and he pressed on step by step: "No? Or do you mean that you already have a sweetheart but haven't settled down yet?"

Shen Feng thought of the hidden guards that the emperor had cultivated behind his back, but in the end he didn't dare to lie, "No, I will keep Jincheng by my side to educate him at the end of these years, thinking that he will become a talent before he can get married."

"Hey—this statement is wrong." The emperor smiled and glanced at Shen Jincheng: "Only a man can establish a career by marrying a family, especially a general on the battlefield, he should get married early and leave offspring. For those who are worthy of Jincheng, you might as well give them a good look when they come to Beijing this time."

"...Yes." Shen Feng and Shen Jincheng looked at each other.

The emperor continued: "There are many noble girls in the capital. If you have a crush on a girl, tell me that I will give you a marriage in my own right. You don't need to worry so much."

He had already talked to this point, what else could Shen Feng say, so he got up and thanked him.

……

After leaving the palace and returning to the General's Mansion, Shen Jincheng chased Shen Feng into the study room, his face changed as soon as the door was closed, "Father, what does the emperor mean by this? The bridge will be demolished when crossing the river?"

Shen Feng was sitting in a mahogany armchair, holding a cup of tea and drinking slowly, the hot air engulfed his brows and eyes, making it difficult for people to see his emotions clearly.

The more Shen Jincheng thought about it, the more angry he was, and he paced back and forth in the room, "It's fine if the princess of Yongning gives us a blow, what does the emperor mean by that? How could he be against Yongning when he let us suffer such a dull loss openly and secretly?"

"Doesn't he also hate King Anbei? Why is he so concerned about King Anbei's orphan girl?"

Shen Feng paused his hands, his eyes froze: "What did you just say? Say it again?"

Shen Jincheng was stunned: "Ah? I said that the emperor also hates King Anbei?"

"Not this sentence."

Shen Jincheng touched his chin, and tentatively said, "Why do you care so much about King Anbei's orphan girl?"

After he finished speaking, he met Shen Feng's gaze, was startled, and even lost his voice: "Could it be..."

"Shut up, as long as you know about this matter, don't say it." Shen Feng put down the tea cup, revealing his weather-beaten sharp eyes.

Shen Jincheng shut his mouth in embarrassment: "Then let's not talk about her, the emperor suddenly mentioned my marriage, did he want to pick a noble girl in Beijing to marry to Nanjiang to be his eyeliner?"

"It's almost inseparable. The emperor doesn't completely trust us. In other words, he doesn't trust anyone except himself, so everything must be in his own hands to be at ease."

Shen Feng's voice was cold and his eyes were deep and dim.

"Then we just sit and wait like this? Dad, we have worked hard for more than ten years to get this day and let Nanjiang's surname sink. Is it just like this?"

Shen Jincheng questioned anxiously, and Shen Feng frowned slightly: "This Daliang is surnamed Yan. We can't resist what he wants to do, at least not yet."

Shen Jincheng heard that there was something in his words, and couldn't help but want to ask, but Shen Feng glanced over coldly: "You go back first, stay calm in the capital during this time, don't make trouble, here is no better than Southern Xinjiang, I don't know how much People are waiting to find out what's wrong with us, to replace it."

Shen Jincheng exhaled heavily, and said reluctantly: "Yes, my son knows."

After Shen Jincheng went out, Shen Feng slowly stood up from the chair, walked to the desk, took out a pen and paper and started writing letters.

After finishing writing, he opened the door and handed the letter to his confidant, and whispered: "Send it to the Moon Tower, find a man in black, and tell him that this is for His Highness, and he will understand."

"Yes."

"Be careful and don't get caught by anyone."

"My subordinate understands."

……

Xie Cijiu packed a bunch of snacks and returned to the palace, and even carried a jar of wine for the first time.

She didn't let Yinshuang and Hongxue go in to serve them. After coaxing them away, she gently pushed open the door of the bedroom. As soon as she stepped in, she smelled a strong fragrance of flowers.

Accompanied by warmth, it rushed to her face, dispelling the leisurely chill all over her body.

Xie Cijiu's cold brows and eyes could not help softening, she quickly walked in and closed the door, and put the wine and snacks on the table.

Before she could speak, a warm chest was suddenly pressed against her back.

"It's been so long, is it fun?"

Yan Zhihui's deep voice rang softly in her ears, with a bit of inexplicable jealousy.

Xie Cijiu's eyes turned cold again, "It was fun at first, but it's not so fun when I met two beasts."

It was the first time for Yan Zhihui to hear her swearing so unabashedly, she found it strange, "Who made you so unhappy?"

Xie Cijiu didn't make a sound, she opened the oil paper bag containing the dim sum, squeezed out a piece of rice cake-like pastry from it, and handed it to Yan Zhihui's lips, "Can you eat it? This is delicious."

Yan Zhihui shook his head: "I really want to taste it, but I have more energy than I have. Since I merged with flowers, I no longer need food, and I don't feel hungry. I only need to absorb some essence of heaven and earth every day to live." gone."

Xie Cijiu's lips were tightened, and the strength in his hands was also stronger. He didn't notice that the pastry was broken, and the bean paste inside spread along his fingertips.

Yan Zhihui's expression froze when he saw this, he stretched out his hand and turned the person around, and faced her face to face. Seeing her gloomy face, he couldn't help asking: "Who did you meet? Tell me? Why are you angry with the pastry? Let go."

He took the poor piece of pastry from Xie Cijiu and put it back in the paper bag.

There were still traces of bean paste on Xie Cijiu's fingertips, she touched her bosom with the other hand, trying to wipe it off with a veil, but Yan Zhihui suddenly grabbed her finger, and in her puzzled eyes, there was a smile on her face. went in.

Xie Cijiu: "..."

Her eyes trembled, her lips parted slightly, and she looked at Yan Zhihui in surprise, her earlobes turned red a little bit.

This scene, no matter how you look at it, is a bit sexy.

Yan Zhihui lowered his eyes, looked indifferent, licked her finger gently, and finally raised his eyes to look at her, Xie Cijiu's heart beat uncontrollably, and then lost his sense of proportion.

Yan Zhihui seemed unaware of her seductiveness, let go of her finger, saw that there was no bean paste on it, smiled slightly, "Okay."

Xie Cijiu looked at his fingers and felt that he was not well.

(End of this chapter)