Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 10
He knew she was beautiful, and the hidden guards talked about Her Majesty's beauty in private.

At that time, he felt that the secret guards were exaggerating. Although the empress was beautiful, she couldn't afford to overwhelm the country, but in this silent late night, there were only him and her in the luxurious and empty palace, with incense burning in the incense burner , The warm and soft aroma wafts in the room.

He looked at Her Majesty the Empress in his sleep, and suddenly felt that the word "beautiful" was not enough to describe one tenth of her beauty.

A strong impulse suddenly surged in Wuming's heart. He wanted to embrace her, but he didn't dare. In the end, his hand fell a little on her shoulder, making the illusion of embracing her.

That's enough.

Any more is greedy.

The night is like a ladle of thick ink, and with the ticking of the leak in the room, the color of the ink gradually changes from thick to light.

When the first ray of light appeared in the sky, Wuming was about to leave, but he felt the leg of Her Majesty the Empress next to him move slightly, gently resting on his leg.

The blood of Wuming's whole body rushed to one place, and his body was almost about to explode.

His whole body tensed up, silently enduring this difficult and secretly joyful time.

After waiting for half an hour, the sky was fully lit, and the soft sound of palace people boiling water and sweeping came from outside. Her Majesty was still sleeping soundly, and she didn't intend to move her legs.

Wuming knew that if he didn't leave, it would be too late, and when the palace servants came in to wait for His Majesty to wake up, they would bump into him.

Nameless pulled out his legs carefully, and seeing that the queen was still sleeping soundly, with no sign of waking up, Nameless secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

He sat up without a sound, and was just about to get out of bed when suddenly a soft and boneless hand slid onto his back, and Rulan's breath gently sprayed on the back of his neck, "Early in the morning, this Where are you going?"

Wuming froze, his whole body collapsed, unable to move, the blood in his whole body was almost boiling, the place where her hand slid over his back, even through the clothes, was enough to make him feel numb, not to mention the back of his neck was exposed As soon as her skin touched her warm and fragrant breath, it seemed as if sparks had touched her skin, so hot that the small area was almost on fire.

"Your Majesty, it's dawn..."

Wuming tried hard to make his voice sound normal, but he knew that his voice was trembling all the time.

"so what?"

Feng Jin's fingers slid from his back to his shoulders, and with a strong pull, Wuming was pulled back to the dragon bed. Her hands rested on his broad chest, she lowered her head, and her black, soft and shiny hair fell on him. on the chest.

She looked at him with winking eyes like silk. This kind of Her Majesty the Empress is just like the goblin who has practiced for thousands of years. She is alluring and seductive. The waves of her eyes just fly at you so casually, as if she can seduce people's three souls and seven souls. Yes, it made his heart go numb and soft, wishing he could...

Wuming didn't dare to think about it anymore, for fear of offending her.

He suppressed the desperately beating heart in his chest, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, if someone bumps into you, it will damage your reputation..."

"Oh, are you afraid of ruining your reputation?"

Feng Jin's tone seemed to be a little sad, her delicate and flowery red lips were slightly pursed, and her glistening eyes flew over obliquely, like anger or resentment.

"No, I'm afraid of damaging His Majesty's reputation."

Nameless quickly explained.

With wet eyes, Feng Jin stared straight at him, looking so nameless that he wanted to swear, "Your Majesty, this subordinate is really afraid..."

Feng Jin suddenly gave a 'puchi' smile, his eyes sparkled, Wuming didn't understand why he was being teased by Her Majesty the Empress again.

For some reason, Wuming suddenly became emotional, and suddenly pushed Feng Jin away, got up and got out of bed, and suddenly heard a muffled 'dong' sound behind him, Wuming hurriedly turned around, and saw that Feng Jin's forehead was already bruised, as if he had bumped into it. On the bed frame of the dragon bed.

Feng Jin covered his forehead and looked at him with some anxiety, "Are you angry?"

Wuming was stunned, he didn't expect Feng Jin to ignore his injuries, but cared about whether he was angry or not, Wuming lowered his eyes to hide the surging emotions in them, "Is Your Majesty alright?"

Feng Jin shook her head, and asked again, "Are you angry? It's my fault..."

"Your Majesty shouldn't use his subordinates to make fun of him. Your Majesty is just the leader of His Majesty's hidden guards, not His Majesty's male favourite."

For some reason, Wuming felt a little annoyed, and he didn't know what he was annoyed about.

Feng Jin bit her lip and looked at him, until she bit her lip until it turned white before slowly letting go, "I'm sorry, I just want to get close to you, and only you can get close to me."

Wuming's heart moved, he stared blankly at Feng Jin, some indistinct feelings flashed by, too fast for him to grasp.

Feng Jin seemed very disturbed, her fingers were wrapped around her hair, and she kept circling it. She glanced at him, "If you don't like it, I won't be like this in the future."

Wuming immediately regretted it. He wanted to change his words, but he didn't have the cheek.

Does he really not like it?
No!He likes it very much, but he is just afraid that she will use him as a plaything. There are 3000 men in the harem, how many people are left in the end?

Ever since Feng Jin said that he was the only one who could get close to her, Wuming regretted it.

Just when he was regretting and annoyed, Feng Jin was already sitting upright, like an empress facing others in the daytime, so proud, noble, cold, and showing a distance.

"Go back."

Seeing that she distanced herself from him all of a sudden, without the closeness she had before, Wuming felt so regretful that his intestines were green, but he had no choice but to lower his head and retreat respectfully.

Looking at his back, the corners of Feng Jin's lips slowly rose, revealing a faint smile.

As soon as Wuming left, Lv Yi opened the door and came in. Seeing Feng Jin sitting on the bedside, he trotted into the inner room, "Your Majesty woke up so early today?"

"It's getting late. If I want to go to court, I'm afraid I have to get up before dawn. I don't need to go to court now, so I can sleep in for a while."

Feng Jin said in a self-deprecating manner, and Lv Yi also laughed along with her, not daring to answer.

After grooming, it's breakfast.

After breakfast, the male pets of the harem came to pay their respects, Feng Jin didn't even see them today, so he let them retreat.

"Your Majesty, the young masters all sighed when they left, saying that they have fallen out of favor, and life will be difficult in the future."

Lu Yi smiled and said, Feng Jin also smiled, the smile was very lonely, "Being out of favor is better than losing your life."

She didn't want the matter of Zhong Lang to happen again.

Seeing Lu Yi looking at him worriedly, Feng Jin smiled, "I'm fine, you go and bring him here."

She is going to choose an aunt in charge for her dorm today, and with the aunt in charge to guard the dormitory strictly for her, many of her secrets will not be leaked out.What she wants is loyalty first, and ability second.

Loyalty and ability are indispensable, and the green clothes are loyal enough, but it's a pity that they are too immature, lacking in ability and enthusiasm.

The first person brought in by the green clothes was Aunt Hongyu, the director of the Garment Bureau. She was 25 years old, entered the palace at the age of five, and has been in the palace for [-] years.

Needless to say ability, as for loyalty...

When Lvyi brought people in, Feng Jin was changing clothes behind the screen, and Lvyi asked Aunt Hongyu to wait for a while, and she went to serve Feng Jin.

Aunt Hongyu stood respectfully with her hands down. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a painting of a handsome, elegant, noble young man. Seeing no one around, Hongyu took a step forward carefully, and saw There is a line of words written in the lower left corner of the scroll.

Tang Qinghe, the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials, is 22 years old, talented and gentle.

Looking at the movement behind the screen, the queen seemed to have changed her clothes, Hongyu quickly returned to her original place and stood with her hands down.

Feng Jin asked a few questions. It was nothing more than how many years she had been in the palace, which masters she had served, and what she did in the garment bureau. They were all very common. Hongyu didn't know why Feng Jin suddenly called her here, so she answered carefully. up.

Feng Jin was quite satisfied, and asked Lvyi to reward her, and then asked her to quit.

Because Hongyu's rank is higher than that of Lvyi, Lvyi graciously sent her to the gate of the palace. Hongyu saw that there was no one around, and asked in a low voice, "What is your Majesty calling me here for?"

"It's nothing, His Majesty is just curious for a moment, and wants to know about various matters in the palace."

Based on the fact that Feng Jin often did some weird things on a whim, Hong Yu didn't doubt it, and asked again, "I saw a painting on the table, and it was a man. Your Majesty, don't you want to favor men again?" ?”

"Male pet?"

Lvyi giggled and didn't explain, Hongyu distributed some of Feng Jin's tip to Lvyi, and praised her a lot of good things, then Lvyi said vaguely, "Your Majesty Sixteen Now, it's time to become the emperor's husband."

There was a gleam in Hongyu's eyes, and she patiently chatted and laughed with Lvyi before leaving.

The next thing Feng Jin met was Aunt Qiuyi, the director of the imperial dining room, and Nanny Zhong, who was in charge of teaching the etiquette of court ladies and concubines from the Ministry of Rites. General's son.

Before Aunt Qiuyi left, she also tugged on the green clothes for a long time, but the green clothes were still vague.

Before Nanny Zhong left, she didn't ask anything.

Lu Yi told Feng Jin everyone's reaction, Feng Jin flipped through the book in his hand without looking up, and said calmly, "That Nanny Zhong seems to be a good person."

"Your Majesty is right."

Lu Yi smiled and echoed, just when she thought Feng Jin would order Nanny Zhong, Feng Jin stopped talking.

The room was very quiet, only the slight rustle of Feng Jin flipping through the books, the empress looked normal, but the green clothes felt very uneasy.

Just when her forehead started to sweat, Feng Jin suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at her, the cold light made Lv Yi's heart skip a beat.

"Are you sweating? Is it hot in this room?"

Lvyi forced a smile, "Your Majesty was joking."

Feng Jin smiled slightly, and changed the topic, "That Nanny Zhong, is your foster mother, right? I heard that you have a good personal relationship with her?"

Lu Yi's face turned ashen immediately, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, trembling all over, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, "Your Majesty, forgive me, I don't have any other intentions, I just think Nanny Zhong is more suitable..."

"Then why hide from me, your relationship with her?"

"Slave, slave..."

Lu Yi was shaking so hard that he couldn't speak, Feng Jin gently put down the book, looked at Lu Yi coldly, and said in a sad and cold tone, "Lu Yi, you have let me down so much!"

Lu Yi raised her head abruptly, looking at Feng Jin with sweat all over her face.

Feng Jin didn't want to look at her, so he waved his hand, "Back off!"

"Your Majesty, the servant has no different intentions, the servant just..."

Two sharp and cold gazes shot over, causing Lu Yi to subconsciously shut up. She stared at Feng Jin in a daze. Feng Jin's expression was icy cold, and his eyes were as cold as pools, as if they could freeze people to death.

(End of this chapter)