Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 12
Master Qi paused, his old eyes flashed brightly, "Secondly, I want to win over the old man!"

"Draw up?"

The two sons said in unison, both of them couldn't believe it.

Lord Qi nodded, "Yes! Win! His Majesty wants to win over the old man and deal with Pei Xiu."

"Impossible? Isn't Your Majesty always favoring and trusting Prime Minister Pei? Why would you want to deal with him?"

The eldest son said, his face full of disbelief.

Master Qi really wanted to knock open the eldest son's elm head with a hammer to see what was inside, "The emperor's house is mostly examples of enduring humiliation and trying to survive. The late emperor's illness came too suddenly, so His Majesty hastily set up a The Empress Dowager died after electing four assistant ministers, and when Her Majesty ascended the throne, she was only ten years old and knew nothing, so she would naturally become Pei Xiu's puppet."

"Now that His Majesty is growing up, as an emperor, how can he be willing to continue to be a puppet, suppressed and manipulated by others?"

Lord Qi said with admiration on his face, "Your Majesty has kept everything hidden! She showed her hand casually, not only got rid of Pei Xiu's people, but also slapped Pei Xiu severely, and gave the civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty a worthy emperor. With a certain attitude, I even won over the old man, and even chose a loyal and capable aunt in charge for myself, killing three birds with one stone!"

The more he said, the brighter the gleam in his eyes, "Bless the ancestors, the great luck of our Qi family has come!"

The two sons looked at each other, and the eldest son asked hesitantly, "Father, are you really planning to be His Majesty's pawn? But Pei Xiangquan is all over the court..."

"Things that don't grow, have they been suppressed by Pei Xiu all these years?"

Master Qi knocked the eldest son on the head with hatred, "Think about those classmates who were Jinshi in the same subject as you. After several years, even if they were not promoted, they were not demoted. It's not like you who were demoted by three levels." !"

The eldest son was ashamed, "Father, the son is incompetent, and he has failed his father's expectations."

"It's not that you are incompetent, it's that Pei Xiu is too ruthless. If the old man hadn't insisted on it these past few years, the old man's household would have been wiped out by him! Either Pei Xiu or Your Majesty, I would rather choose Your Majesty!"

Lord Qi gritted his teeth and said, he glanced at his two sons, "Besides, do you think the old man can refuse? If the old man dares not to agree, with His Majesty's means, she just needs to add fire to Pei Xiu when he deals with the old man. This old man, the auxiliary minister and the Minister of the Household Department, has done it! Not to mention..."

Lord Qi paused, and continued, "What's more, once kill and stay, His Majesty's intentions are clearly on the table, everyone can see clearly, Pei Xiu can also see clearly, even if we don't take refuge in His Majesty , does he believe it?"

Master Qi sighed, "Your Majesty did it on purpose to force the Qi family to rely on her."

The eldest son frowned, "Your Majesty is too cruel..."

"Cruel? If she is not ruthless, our Qi family will follow her, and we will only die!"

Master Qi stroked his goatee's beard and smiled like an old fox, "Your Majesty now has a chest and a plan, very good!"

Seeing the portrait on the table, Master Qi narrowed his eyes, "Put this painting away, and draw a new one for His Majesty."

The eldest son rolled the scroll himself and asked, "What are you painting?"

"The portrait of Che'er."

Qi Che is Lord Qi's second grandson, the eldest son's second son.

The Eldest Young Master paused, and looked at Master Qi in a daze, "Father, what do you mean..."

"As you guessed it."

The eldest son's expression changed, "Ke Che'er will only turn 16 next month!"

"That's fine, Your Majesty likes young men who are fifteen or sixteen years old."

The eldest son knelt down in front of Master Qi with a plop, "Father, Che'er is still young, please don't send him into the palace."

"Stupid! First, sending Che'er into the palace is to show the loyalty of the Qi family to His Majesty. With Che'er as a hostage, His Majesty trusts the Qi family even more. Second, with Che'er by His Majesty's side, what if there is something in the palace? Three, if Che'er can let His Majesty give birth to a son and a half in the future, our Qi family will be as stable as Mount Tai!"

"Ke Che'er has been raised innocently since she was a child, with a shallow mind, and she is really not suitable for living in a place like the harem."

"It is precisely because of Che'er's innocence that I chose him! Your Majesty has been manipulated by Pei Xiu for many years, and has long been tired of intrigue. The more innocent and romantic, the more scheming, the more in line with her wishes."

The Eldest Young Master wanted to say something more, but Master Qi said coldly, "I've already decided on this matter, you don't need to talk about it! If you are really good for Che'er, go ask someone to teach him how to serve His Majesty and how to please His Majesty. "

When Qi Che's portrait was sent to Feng Jin, Feng Jin immediately understood Master Qi's meaning, and suddenly felt his head was like a bucket.

She was trying to get rid of those male pets in the harem, and the Qi family came to add to the chaos!

Of course, this is something.

The night was dark, Feng Jin was half leaning on the beauty's couch, reading a book while waiting for Zishi to arrive.

Having decided to take care of her aunt, Feng Jin put a huge stone in her heart, and she decided to go out of the palace tonight.

A quarter before the ion time, Feng Jin changed into night clothes under the service of the green clothes, and appeared without a name and sound, holding a cloak in his hand.

He carefully tied the cloak on Feng Jin. Feng Jin looked at the cloak dragged on the ground and frowned, "It's too long!"

"This is the exclusive cloak of the dark guard. It has a special mark on it. With the cloak on, you can enter and exit the palace gate without hindrance."

It was only then that Feng Jin discovered that the shoulder of the cloak was embroidered with a dark golden eagle, with sharp eyes and sharp claws.

Does this mean that the dark guards are the eyes and minions of the emperor?

"Is there no dark guard who is shorter?"

Wuming paused slightly with the strapped hand, and said in a low voice, "This belongs to the subordinate!"

Feng Jin was silent. Her figure was considered tall among women, but she was still half a head shorter than Wuming. The cloak was dragged on the ground, making her movements somewhat inconvenient.

In terms of Wuming's ability to handle affairs, she couldn't believe that he hadn't thought about this.

But knowing that she is shorter than him, and letting her wear his cape, the meaning in it is staggering.

Feng Jin stared at Wuming with fiery eyes, Wuming let her look at him with no expression on his face, but his slightly red ears revealed his emotions.

Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly, but without saying anything, she withdrew her gaze, walked to the wide open window, and jumped out.

Wuming wanted to help her, but when he saw her so vigorous, he silently withdrew his hand.

Wuming led Feng Jin out of the bedroom through the quiet back door, and a man was waiting there with two horses.

Seeing them appear, the person disappeared without a sound.

The two got on their horses, raised their whips, and galloped towards the gate of the palace.

Sure enough, as Wuming said, when the sergeant guarding the palace gate saw the person on the horse, he immediately shouted, "It's the secret guard who is out of the palace to handle business, open the side door!"

As soon as the side door opened, two horses galloped out one after the other.

After leaving the palace gate, Wuming led Feng Jin to gallop on horseback, and arrived at Caishikou, the execution ground where prisoners were killed in the imperial capital just before midnight.

Most of the criminals who commit capital crimes are treacherous and vicious, and because they are beheaded, their heads are in different places, and there is no complete body, it is difficult for these people to be reincarnated. Therefore, the execution ground gathers the most and most vicious ghosts .

And the hour of zishi is the time when the yin is the heaviest in the day, and it is also the time when these evil spirits are the most vicious.

As soon as Feng Jin arrived there, he saw countless evil spirits floating around in the air with their teeth and claws open. Wuming couldn't see these things. He didn't know what Feng Jin was doing at the execution ground in the middle of the night, but if she came, he would do his best to protect her.

Feng Jin got off the horse and walked to the stone platform where prisoners were beheaded everywhere. The stone platform was stained with blood. After years of accumulation and exposure to wind and sun, those blood stains had turned black, exuding a disgusting stench.

Countless evil spirits surrounded Feng Jin and opened their bloody mouths at her. Generally speaking, people have yang energy, and these ghosts can't hurt people.

When the evil spirits gathered more and more, Feng Jin suddenly smiled, and the evil spirits immediately felt that something was wrong, and turned around to try to escape, but it was too late.

Feng Jin opened his hands, and his long hair danced wildly. The shadows of the evil spirits gradually became shriveled, as if they had been sucked dry, and howls of ghosts and wolves resounded throughout the execution ground.

Wuming couldn't see those things, but he could feel that the surroundings suddenly cooled down, and there was a gust of wind, as if something strange was happening.

He saw that the empress' eyeballs became red and bewitching again, with a burning red light, and some changes seemed to have taken place in her body.

Wuming stared at Feng Jin intently, with his right hand tightly clenched on the hilt of the sword, he could feel that what Feng Jin was doing had reached the most critical moment, and no one should interrupt him absolutely.

It was as if he had reached a critical juncture in his practice and would go mad if he was interrupted.

Not far away came a drunk man, holding a flagon in his hand, his eyes were red from drinking. When he saw Feng Jin on the stone platform, a green light appeared in his eyes, and he staggered towards Feng Jin. Shi Tai walked over, still muttering, "Beauty, come and have a glass of wine with the uncle, the uncle loves you—"

The sound stopped abruptly. The drunk man looked at the blood spurting from his neck in disbelief. His body fell slowly, and a wisp of ghost floated out of him. Before he realized that he was dead, he was killed by Feng. Jin sucked it away.

Wuming grabbed the drunk man's feet with a blank expression, dragged his body away, and threw it into the garbage dump in the corner.

He had just finished all this when Feng Jin suddenly swayed and knelt down on the stone platform, his knee fell heavily.

"His Majesty!"

Wuming let out an exclamation, his body flashed, and he quickly jumped onto the stone platform to help Fengjin.

As soon as his hand touched Feng Jin's shoulder, Feng Jin immediately fell into his arms softly, a glaring streak of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Wuming grabbed Feng Jin's wrist to check her pulse, only to find that her pulse was extremely disordered and intricate. It seemed that the empress's body was not only her own pulse, but also countless people's pulses, mixed together, vying to be the first to beat.

"I'm fine, just recuperate for a few days, nameless, take me back to the palace."

Feng Jin twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a difficult smile.

The talent of this body is too poor, it can't bear to swallow so many vicious ghosts all at once.

Wuming felt a pain in his heart, picked her up without saying a word, flew on the horse, and galloped towards the palace.

Once at the back door of the bedroom, Wuming carefully carried Feng Jin off the horse. After going through a bumpy ride, Feng Jin's face was so pale that there was no blood, and he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Wuming's heart was pierced by a knife, and he quickly carried her into the back door, and walked quickly to the house.

As soon as I walked under the window, I heard Pei Xiu's cold and sharp voice from inside, "You little maid who doesn't know how to live or die, the truth will give you one last chance to say! Where did Your Majesty go?"

(End of this chapter)