The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 455 Not enough (1)
There is a girl in the same car, Yan Rushunhua.

Will soar and fly, Peiyu Qiongju...

All the people in the private room were quietly reminiscing about the singing and the sound of the piano in the morning, with intoxicated expressions on their faces.

There was no expression on the faces of Gong Le and Lan Ling. They had already recognized whose voice it was, and knew very well in their hearts that the singing and the sound of the piano did not belong to them.

There were two other people sitting in the private room. A middle-aged man in his forties who was wearing a fifth-rank official robe was He Xiang, the city lord of Fengzhou; next to him was wearing a silver mask, and the one who couldn't see clearly was Ye Rujian, the leader of the martial arts alliance. .

Ye Rujian's eyes behind the mask were slightly closed, thinking about the person he was about to meet, Mu Zhaoming's current prime minister, all of which had already been answered from He Xiang.

Thinking about the recent information about Mu Zhaoming, I feel even more important to know this person.

Mu Zhaoming is 26 years old this year. He entered the imperial court. At the age of 20, he was appointed as the left minister of the Fengqi Kingdom. At the age of 24, he entered the Xiaohe Guochaotang. When he entered the imperial court, he served as Zhongshu Ling, who was second only to the prime minister. He paid homage to the prime minister again a few months later. At the age of 26, he was already the prime minister of the Eastern Holy Empire, with one person under one man and over ten thousand people, and the power pouring over the government and the public.

After seeing these materials, Ye Rujian could only use four words to describe Mu Zhaoming, young and promising.

The weight of these four words is not light, and not everyone can afford it. This includes the process of Mu Zhaoming and His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven.

Entering the imperial court, he became the prime minister of the empire at the age of 26, that is to say, he and the emperor Xiao Jintian defeated the Eastern Saint in just eight years.

Such an age, such a talent, and such an identity are enough to make him look down on the world, no wonder he is arrogant, no wonder he doesn't take people like himself seriously.

There is a saying in an ancient book, "Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are treated as dogs; saints are not benevolent, and people are treated as dogs."

In his eyes, these people are humble dogs.

He saw the importance of power and status in him, and a Toyosu city could no longer satisfy him.

The door opened suddenly, and everyone raised their heads. A woman with an indifferent expression and a cold face stood outside the door, and Ye Rujian's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Gong Le and Lan Ling got up and said politely, "Miss Lingju."

Lingju glanced at the people in the room, nodded to the two, and said coldly: "Mr. Gong, Mr. Lan, He Chengzhu, Yemengzhu, please!"

Ye Rujian looked at Lingju, his eyes flickered: "The Prime Minister is finally willing to see us." Mu Zhaoming's airs are really big, and they have been waiting here for three full hours.

He Xiang didn't think so, he glanced at Ye Rujian, talking in his sleep, as the prime minister, how could he personally meet them.

Lingju didn't even move her eyelids, and said coldly: "No, it's the prime minister's wife who wants to see you."

There was a moment of hesitation in Ye Rujian's eyes, and Lingju immediately sensed his strangeness, and said coldly: "Master Ye can choose to stay." Whoever is self-righteous, turns around and leaves.

Gong Le and Lan Ling looked at each other, with a hint of sarcasm on their lips. Although Mu Zhaoming was not as cold and ruthless as in the text, he got up and walked out of the private room.

He Xiang and Ye Rujian looked at each other and could only follow behind.

"Master, you have already been brought to the front hall."

Manzhu stood outside the door and said softly, for fear of disturbing the person on the bed, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, but he didn't ask.

Boqing nodded, walked out of the room, gently closed the door, and lightly instructed Mu Jue and Mu Mie outside the door: "If your master wakes up, tell him that I am in the front hall and I will be back soon."

"Yes, young lady."

"Let's go." Taking a deep breath, he turned around and walked forward, leaving behind a noble figure.

In the front hall, Ye Rujian looked at the living room indiscriminately, the singing was full of elegance, it was really better to see it than to hear it.

I thought that Song Jin Fenghua was just one of the yards in Yanyu Jiangnan, but when I walked into it, I realized that it was a luxurious inner house.

Thinking about my travels in these years, I have traveled to many places, and I have seen many luxurious scenes. As the saying goes, the little witch sees the big witch, but compared with the luxury in front of me, even the little witch is not up to the mark.

Clenching his fists tightly, as long as he seizes the opportunity, one day, he will become the master of this luxury, and a woman will appear in his mind.

He Xiang took a shallow sip of the tea in his cup, and he couldn't help showing a look of shock on his face.

This is Lingnan Dian black tea, and it is a top-quality tribute tea. Only the royal family is entitled to drink tea, and the prime minister actually used it to entertain them.

Could it be... Can't help but think more.

The four sat inside and waited, but they didn't expect people to come one after another, Ye Rujian couldn't help showing a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The dozen or so people who arrived later were actually the heads of those sects whose disciples had been killed by ASEAN, or the principals with extremely high status in the sect.

Looking at the crowd coldly, Ye Rujian's eyes under the mask darkened. These people, why did they appear here? Did the Prime Minister's wife find something wrong?

Just as they were about to ask each other, they heard someone whisper in the back hall: "The Prime Minister's wife is here." How could it be that the Prime Minister's wife wanted to see them, and everyone couldn't help but look at each other.

Two little maids came out of the inner hall, and lowered one of the golden veils to separate the main seat from the guest seat.

Everyone stared behind the veil, and a graceful figure slowly turned out from the inner hall and was reflected on the veil.

He walked up to the main seat with a noble posture that no one present had ever seen before, flicked his wide sleeves, and with a gust of wind, the veil in front of him fluttered slightly.

Through the veil, everyone felt a gaze sweeping over them, and the bottom of their hearts trembled uncontrollably, and there was even a kind of frightening shock inside.

Lan Ling and Gong Le got up first and said, "I have seen the Prime Minister's wife."

Others also stood up to pay respects, Ye Rujian, although unwilling, got up helplessly and said: "Ye Rujian has seen the prime minister's wife."

Boqing narrowed her eyes lightly, and said lightly: "Everyone, please sit down."

A faint voice sounded, and everyone suddenly felt the pressure on their bodies disappear.

"Thank you, Mrs. Prime Minister."

"My lower official, He Xiang, the lord of Fengzhou City, kowtows to the Prime Minister's wife." He Xiang was respectful and respectful, saluting according to the rules.

"He City Lord, please get up."

"Thank you, Mrs. Prime Minister."

Shan Shan said: "Master, the guests are all here."

Boqing nodded slightly, her jade fingers lightly tapped on the armrest of the chair under her body, raised her eyes, and said slowly: "Originally, my wife should not be involved in the affairs of the Jianghu, but..."

After a pause, he continued: "It's just that last night, my wife's uncle, Mu Zhaoyang, the owner of Xiaoyao Villa, was invited by the Wulin League to protect a Wulin in Fengzhou Inn together with Mr. Gong and Mr. Lan." Senior, and then he disappeared."

(End of this chapter)