after god gambler

Chapter 447: The Battle of Seizing the Sky (2)
"The humble minister will be lucky enough to live up to his fate!"

Feng Tayue knelt on one knee, a serious look appeared on his resolute face.

With the army leaving, all the officials also left the palace, and the huge palace became quiet.

The Empress Dowager was frightened and was helped back to rest by Yun Gu.The Supreme Emperor also confessed, and returned to their seclusion.After all, they are already dead in front of outsiders now, and it would be bad if they were recognized by others.

When the lights came on, the palace was bathed in the moonlight, and every piece of glazed tile was stained with silvery brilliance.

Sandalwood was lingering in the Emperor Phoenix Palace, and the fragrant mist wafted into the palace, and several baby cradles were placed in the side hall.The children rarely came out to get some air today, they were all excited for a long time, and they slept very soundly at night.

Shu Yi, Bing Qiong and Sheng Ming took care of several children in the side hall, Xue Shao, Qing Yi and Qian Cao spent so many days trembling in the center of the water prison. Couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep enough, Feng Meixue let them rest early.

Suifeng and Jingyue hide in the dark far away, sitting by the lake under the moon, blowing the summer night wind, it feels like a lifetime away.

In the Emperor Phoenix Palace, Feng Meixue soaked in the comfortable hot spring for a while, then slowly walked out of the bath, put on thin fiery red pajamas, and slowly sat on the side of the desk.

The book case is full of memorials, which have been accumulated over the past few days. Because there is no Emperor Yuxi, Mo Changge has been unable to review these memorials.These piled up memorials made him feel a little helpless.

"I didn't expect Mo Changge to be dead yet?"

Feng Meixue's white and tender hands stretched out her gold-embroidered cuffs, pinched a memorial, and glanced hurriedly.The red lips are lightly parted, and the sweet voice is like a flowing spring.

The vermilion lotus gauze lantern was placed beside the desk, illuminating her face warmly and brightly.

As she spoke, she sorted out the memorial according to priority, so that Mo Yanhua would not be in a hurry.

A strand of hair fell on her forehead, but she never noticed it.

"Mo Changge is the one with the deepest palace and the most scheming among the princes! He will escape from death, although it is unexpected, but it is reasonable. If he died so easily, it would make me feel better." Doubtful. He has planned everything in his life, every step of the way, and has never been willing to admit defeat!"

Mo Yanhua put down the cinnabar pen in her hand, stretched out her hand to brush Feng Meixue's loose hair behind her ear, took up the pen again, and began to review the urgent memorial.

Originally, the regent Feng Yunhua and the prime minister Lan Mengke wanted to help, but considering that they were physically and mentally exhausted, he rejected their offer.Fortunately, there is a good wife who can help him out of his worries.

"So what if he refuses to admit defeat? It's not his thing, no matter how much he insists, it's useless!"

On Feng Meixue's beautiful face, there was a confident look, and her eyes sparkled in the light.

The game is like life, who will hold the hand and make the move, and who can win the world?
"Imperial hegemony, success and fame are the pursuit of thousands of sons all their lives. Even if they know that the hope is slim, they will give it a go! The world! That's all!"

Mo Yanhua sighed with emotion, and slid the cinnabar across the memorial in his hand, and the crimson and enchanting permeated the back of the paper, and the words were flying like dragons and phoenixes, showing the domineering arrogance of the emperor.

The ink hair fell down like a waterfall, and it was not completely dry. After taking a bath earlier, I hurriedly started to review the memorial, and there was no time to wipe it.

"This world and me, which is more important?"

Feng Meixue walked behind him, pulled a clean towel, reached out to pick up his hair, and wiped it for him.

Her faint voice, with a bit of curious inquiry, accompanied by the night wind, the gauze lamp blowing the floor flickered.

The cinnabar pen in Mo Yanhua's hand paused slightly, and turned his handsome profile, like a face that had been cut by a knife and an axe, with a lingering tenderness.The usual coldness and indifference slowly melted away in his pair of pale golden pupils, only a scalding heat was transmitted to Feng Meixue's heart.

"I can stand by the world, but I can't live without you!"

He held her hand, and his clear voice, which was as beautiful as the sounds of nature, was even more intoxicating than the most beautiful piano sound.Every word comes from the heart, full of sincerity, without a trace of hesitation.

"Miss, do you understand my answer like this?"

Feng Meixue smiled, the smile seemed to be laced with honey, the smile was shining brightly, making his heart sweeten.

Although she smiled and didn't answer, he understood her answer completely.

This world is nothing but a lonely and empty place that is extremely high and cold, how can it be as important as the softness and warmth in the hand.

Now, with the cinnabar pen in his hand, he holds life and death, determines the rise and fall, and what he shoulders is nothing more than a responsibility.All he wants is to open up a peaceful and prosperous world for his wife and children so that they can live a carefree life.

"Msanggong, you haven't eaten anything today, and you're almost hungry. I'll go and prepare some tea and snacks for you!"

Feng Meixue smiled slightly, put down the towel in the other hand, and Pingting's figure walked towards the outside of the hall.

There is also a kitchen in the Emperor Phoenix Palace, and the maids of the palace clean it up on weekdays. Feng Meixue turned back early in the morning and did not let the maids come in to disturb her.

Holding a gauze lantern in her hand, she pushed open the door of the kitchen, and the light emitted from the gauze lantern lit up the whole kitchen.

With everything in the kitchen, Feng Meixue rolled up her sleeves, kneaded the dough, and started to make desserts.

The fire in the stove boiled the water in the pot, and she put the finished pastry into the steamer.After the water boiled, she brewed a pot of hot tea, smelling the aroma of tea and pastries that filled the room, a warm smile appeared on her face.

"It smells so good! Xiao Feng'er, if you have something delicious, give me some too!"

A scent of wine drifted past, and a sky-blue figure landed in front of the window under the moon.With fluttering purple hair, the man held a flagon in his hand, his posture was lazy, and there was a bit of joy in his phoenix eyes.

"In the middle of the night, Young Master Hua came to visit, maybe he chose the wrong time?"

Holding the chopsticks, Feng Meixue picked up steamed dim sum one by one, and placed them on a plate decorated with elegant bamboo leaf patterns.Just looking at the exquisite pastry makes one's index finger twitch.

"No, no, the moon is dark and the wind is high, just suitable for doing some happy things!"

Hua Lengzui shook the flagon in his hand, raised his long eyebrows slightly, and the smile on his face was extraordinarily charming.

"Then you can be happy alone on the window! I won't bother you!"

Feng Meixue put a few dishes on the plate, and also arranged the hot teapot and cups, glanced at him lightly, and then walked towards the hall.

"Hey, Xiao Feng'er, don't leave! Don't you want to know why those people from Youyin Palace intervene to seize power? You must know that Youyin Palace is a sect in the hidden world, and it is expressly forbidden to participate in secular battles!"

(End of this chapter)