The full-level boss really doesn't want to be green tea anymore

Chapter 284 Four Foot Golden Luo
Shuang Yuanxing pursed his lips in disbelief, but he still didn't open his mouth to refute, but said coldly: "Brother Seven, I'm tired, I'll go back and rest first."

Before the words fell, people had already walked out.

Looking at the back of Shuang Yuanxing's departure, Wen Moyan couldn't help but wondered: "His Royal Highness King Xiang left An Meiren's side when he was five or six years old. Logically speaking, he should spend more time with His Majesty. Why did he The hostility towards His Majesty is so great? Could it be that Anmei was so kind to him, making his childhood memories unforgettable? But how many things can a five or six-year-old child remember?"

Shuang Feichen sighed and said, "It's not that An Meiren treated him too well, it's because Father treated him too poorly. In his heart, he was not only angry at An Meiren's innocent death, but also because he had been ignored by his father for so many years. Wronged."

Wen Moyan looked at Shuang Feichen, and suddenly felt that Shuang Feichen knew Shuang Yuanxing very well.

Shuang Feishen reached out and rubbed Wen Moyan's hair, and continued: "It's not difficult to love someone wholeheartedly, or to hate someone wholeheartedly, but the hardest thing is not being able to love, not being able to hate, intertwined love and hate. "

Wen Moyan understood, Shuang Yuanxing longed for father's love, but hated his own longing.

In the final analysis, he was embarrassing himself.

Seeing a slightly sad expression on Wen Moyan's face, Shuang Feichen stretched out his hand, hugged her into his arms, patted her on the back lightly, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, if the father is wrong, I will I must make my father admit his mistake, let the father and son get back together, and definitely not let both of them be sad."

How difficult it is for the emperor to admit his mistake.

When the sunlight was projected on the paper, Wen Moyan really saw a little bit of golden light.

Wen Moyan was slightly taken aback, and hastily withdrew from Shuang Feichen's arms, thinking inwardly, "Nangong Buer is fast enough, and it was delivered so soon."

Shuang Feichen watched her beating her chest and stamping her feet, and suddenly remembered what she said to Nangong Buer last night.

The name of that rice paper...

Wen Moyan in the original book once felt that the rice paper was the most worthless, and even looked down on the stinginess of the prefect of Mingzhou.

Wen Moyan looked up at Shuang Feichen, subconsciously said: "I..."

Wen Moyan didn't answer, because she unexpectedly discovered that what she just said was not flattering words, but a truth from the original book.

Wen Moyan opened the paper, and suddenly saw that it was a little bit torn, and subconsciously said, "Hey? Why did you break it?"

Shuang Feichen raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you know that this king broke it? When you saw this piece of paper before, it was intact?"

Wen Moyan's eyes widened, even though he gritted his teeth, he still couldn't control himself.

Wen Moyan subconsciously said, "Four-foot golden Luo!"

There is also the phrase "should not appear at this time", when should it appear?

It's not that Wen Moyan doesn't believe Shuang Feichen's words, but that she doesn't believe in this world, and there are kings who are willing to bow their heads.

He loosened his grip on Wen Moyan, took two steps back in disbelief, and distanced himself from her.

……

But Shuang Yuanxiu only said that Wen Moyan didn't know the goods, and that there was a golden house in the book.

Seeing the special paper in his hand, Wen Moyan suddenly thought of a story in the original book.

So much so that Shuang Yuanxiu was not satisfied with those gifts.

When the words came to her lips, Wen Moyan suddenly covered her mouth, because she knew that what she said was definitely not the answer.

Shuang Feichen smiled helplessly, and did not expose Wen Moyan, but pointed to the torn place, and continued: "This is not an ordinary piece of paper, there are gold threads as thin as a cow's hair inside, and under the light, , will glow golden."

The only thing that satisfied Shuang Yuanxiu was the [-] carts of rice paper sent by Mr. Peng Yue, the prefect of Mingzhou.

Wen Moyan really wanted to cry but had no tears, and she reached the point where she couldn't do what she wanted again.

Wen Moyan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly explained: "No... no, what I mean is, why is it broken? This relic of An Meiren should be carefully preserved."

She didn't ask him for help because there were many things she couldn't explain.

Shuang Feichen's breath suddenly became extremely cold.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and asked, "When did you go? Why did you go?"

However, Shuang Feichen suddenly grabbed her wrist and slowly took her hand away.

Wen Moyan recovered, and hurriedly lowered her head and said, "My lord, don't get me wrong, I have never been to the Prince's mansion, nor have I met the Prince in private, I..."

Wen Moyan slowly opened it, and knowingly asked, "What's written on it?"

Shuang Feichen looked at her suspiciously, and asked, "What did you say?"

Wen Moyan's daze fell into Shuang Feishen's eyes, and he was powerless to explain.

Shuang Feichen comforted Wen Moyan, and unexpectedly found that Wen Moyan was very obedient to his hug.

……

He looked at Wen Moyan, frowned and said, "You still have contact with the prince? Have you ever been to the prince's residence?"

I don't know if it was because she was absent-minded, but Shuang Feichen was very satisfied with the obedient and docile look in front of her.

Shuang Feichen clasped Wen Moyan's hands, took her hand, and turned the angle of the paper.

Shuang Feichen quietly looked at Wen Moyan pretending to be stupid, and responded helplessly: "A poem expressing that women in the deep palace inner garden dare not speak freely."

It was only later that Wen Moyan of the original book found out that the rice paper was just a superficial appearance, and if thirty carts of rice paper were thrown into the alchemy furnace, one cart of gold would be obtained.

Shuang Feichen chuckled, took out the paper from his arms and handed it to Wen Moyan.

Wen Moyan responded hastily: "My lord, the name of this kind of paper is Sichi Jinluo, which is produced in Mingzhou City. It shouldn't appear in the capital at this time."

She hastily closed her eyes not to look at Shuang Feichen, but the answer had already come out of her mouth.

He said with a slight smile: "I have received something, it was sent by people from Jianghu, it is said to be a relic of Anmei, do you want to see it?"

Shuang Feichen became more and more puzzled, why did Wen Moyan know things that he didn't even know.

"Haven't been there? Then what did you mean by what you said just now?" Shuang Feichen asked sternly.

"I was at the prince's side, and I saw this thing. It was a tribute from Peng Yue, the prefect of Mingzhou."

How is this going?

She lowered her head and said with a dry smile, "Look... just look at it."

Shuang Feichen asked subconsciously: "Yan'er, why do you recognize this thing?"

Prince?

Shuang Feichen felt as if a big rock was blocked in his heart, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

In the original book, when Jiangnan officials paid tribute, they gave Prince Shuang Yuanxiu many gifts, but because His Majesty values ​​integrity today, even if the officials want to please, they dare not rashly send too expensive things.

Shuang Feichen clenched his fists and stretched them out, stretched them out and clenched them again, and repeated several times before he calmed down.

He said in a deep voice: "Forget it, if you don't want to say it, I won't force you. Since you said that this thing is a four-foot golden Luo, I will investigate it!"

After Shuang Feichen finished speaking, he strode away without looking at Wen Moyan again.

Looking at his back, Wen Moyan couldn't help calling out, "My lord..."

(End of this chapter)