Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 17
Wuming's footsteps stopped, and Feng Jin stared at his stiff back anxiously.

Moments later, Wuming raised his foot to leave again, and the hope in Feng Jin's eyes gradually disappeared.

Looking at the empty bedroom, Feng Jin sat slumped on the dragon bed. The huge dragon bed, carved with dragons and painted phoenixes, was astonishingly luxurious and exquisite, but the noble woman on the dragon bed seemed so small and so lonely.

Feng Jin hugged the bright yellow brocade quilt tightly, but even so, the pervasive chill still penetrated into her bones bit by bit, making her shiver.

The gauze flutters gently, and the bead curtains ripple slightly.

A tall and straight figure passed through the bead curtain, making tinkling sounds.

Feng Jin looked up in surprise, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Wuming had returned.

Different from Feng Jin's surprise, Wuming's expression was extremely indifferent, and he stood aside expressionlessly.

"Don't go?"

Nameless remained silent.

"Angry?"

Nameless remained silent.

Feng Jin got off the dragon bed, walked barefoot on the carpet, picked up the broken belt, and sighed, "It's a pity."

Nameless or silent.

"Did you wear this belt before because you thought I made it?"

No matter what Feng Jin said, Wuming remained silent, as if he didn't hear Feng Jin talking to him.

Feng Jin took the belt and put it on Wu Ming's waist, Wu Ming's eyes darkened, and he pushed Feng Jin away, "Subordinates don't want it!"

Feng Jin wasn't angry either, he curled his lips into a smile, "You really don't want it?"

Wuming was silent again, and the disgusted expression on his face showed his attitude. Feng Jin sighed, put the belt aside casually, and said calmly, "I still want to put the belt around your waist to see if the size is right, sure. If so, I will draw a gourd and make you a gourd, since you don’t want it, then that’s all.”

Wuming's originally dark eyes suddenly became dazzling. He stared at her blankly, pursing his lips, but seemed too happy to say a word.

"Subordinate, this subordinate was wrong just now."

"Then do you want it?"

"of course yes!"

Wuming's voice rose sharply, his face blushed with joy, and his eyes lit up, making Feng Jin's heart warm.

With a cold face on purpose, Feng Jin said coolly, "Just now I said no, then I don't want it, I don't have to go back on my word."

Wuming was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and kept saying, "This subordinate is wrong, this subordinate..."

Hearing Feng Jin's chuckle, Wuming finally understood that he was being teased by Her Majesty the Empress again.

This time, he didn't feel humiliated at all. On the contrary, he was very happy. He had never been so happy in his life.

Seeing Wuming standing there in a daze without moving, Feng Jin gave him a slanted glance, "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you come over to sleep? What a piece of wood!"

Only then did Wuming come to his senses, he came over joyfully and uneasy, and hesitantly began to take off his clothes.

Feng Jin stared at him in a daze as he took off his outer robe, and then began to take off his snow-white obscene clothes. It wasn't until he unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a large wheat-colored chest with clear texture and perfect lines, that Feng Jin realized, "Nameless , what are you doing undressing?"

Wuming's face was extremely red, and even the roots of his ears were bleeding. He quickly glanced at Feng Jin, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty asked this subordinate to sleep..."

There was a 'boom' in Feng Jin's mind, she looked at Wuming speechlessly, "I really want to knock your head open to see what mess is inside, button it up, come here to wait, come to accompany me sleep!"

She didn't dare to say the word "servant bed" anymore, who knew where Wuming would think?
Seeing the disappointment on Wuming's face, Feng Jin almost laughed angrily at him.

When Wuming buttoned up his clothes and lay down, Feng Jin moved over and leaned against him as before. His body was very hot, dispelling all the coldness of this winter night.

Feng Jin's heart suddenly became stable.

"No name, guess how old I am?"

"eighteen?"

Feng Jin shook her head.

"twenty?"

Feng Jin still shook her head.

When Wuming guessed all the way to forty, his voice started to tremble a little, Feng Jin still shook his head.

Wuming just wanted to continue guessing, Feng Jin sighed faintly, "I am 350 years old."

Wuming looked at Feng Jin in disbelief, Feng Jin smiled, "It's different over there, if you practice well, you can live for tens of thousands of years."

After the initial shock, Wuming quickly calmed down.

Feng Jin raised her head and looked at Wuming with a smile, "Wuming, I am a thousand years older than you, do you mind?"

She was afraid that he would mind, but also hoped that he would mind.

If he minded, cut off hope, and lost love and entanglement, she could live better in this world.

She was originally from another world, so she shouldn't be entangled with people here.

"That subordinate is a thousand years younger than your majesty, does your majesty mind?"

Feng Jin immediately understood his answer, she pressed her face against his chest, this was the first time she was so close to him.

Wuming's heart beat violently. Listening to his heartbeat, Feng Jin had only one feeling: the heartbeat was like a drum.

After a long time, Wuming's heartbeat slowly calmed down. He thought of someone and asked hesitantly, "Does Your Majesty like Chu Li?"

Feng Jin sneered and yawned, "How could I like him? I didn't even see his face clearly."

Wuming was overjoyed immediately, seeing that she was sleepy, he asked again, "Then why did His Majesty go down to protect him?"

"His soul is clean."

This is the third time Feng Jin said this, Wuming didn't understand, seeing Feng Jin's sleepy look, he had no choice but to swallow what he wanted to ask.

Feng Jin raised her eyelids, and explained, "Do you still remember the last time I had a fit in front of you? The time when I had green lines all over my body, it was so painful."

"remember."

"I practice spiritual power, using sorcery, and absorbing the energy of lonely ghosts to increase my spiritual power. The price is that every night when the moon is full, those lonely ghosts in my body will wake up. They want to To break through my confinement. I went to the execution ground with you a few days ago and swallowed a lot of vicious ghosts. My body couldn't bear it. I was worried that I would not be able to survive the next full moon night, so I asked you to protect Chu Li. "

Wuming was stunned. He would never forget the pain Feng Jin endured at that time. What he didn't expect was that it would happen once a month. He asked in a daze, "What does this have to do with him?"

Feng Jin smiled slightly, and said quietly, "The most pure and pure soul is the best thing to suppress the most vicious and evil ghosts! If the necessary moment comes..."

Wuming understood, and said coldly, "This subordinate will kill him and let His Majesty devour his soul."

Feng Jin remained silent for a long time, Wuming looked at her in surprise, only to find that her expression was dazed and her eyes were full of pain.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

"Bai Ye said that I was a demon, but I didn't believe it. I thought I just practiced sorcery, and I swallowed evil spirits that could not be reincarnated. I didn't do anything harmful. So he was right. I really am Demon, in order to let myself survive the catastrophe, I actually want to make other people lose their souls and never be reborn, what is this if it is not a demon?"

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes silently, Wuming's heart was pierced like a knife, and she hugged Feng Jin tightly, "This subordinate will do these things! I will never let Your Majesty be stained with blood and filth!"

"Then what's the difference?"

Feng Jin shook his head lightly, with a disappointed expression, "Forget it, you don't have to protect Chu Li anymore, just let him go, I'll think of other ways."

"Your Majesty, is it hard to find a pure and pure soul?"

"Of course it's rare. When a person grows up, he can still have no evil thoughts in his heart, and his soul is pure and free from impurities. Among thousands of people, there is hardly one."

"There are no distracting thoughts in the heart, pure and innocent. Doesn't it mean that the soul of a newborn baby is the purest?"

Feng Jin smiled slightly, "Of course."

Wuming's eyes flickered slightly, he just said it casually, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Wuming suppressed the light in the depths of his eyes, seeing that Feng Jin was extremely sleepy, he stopped talking.

When Feng Jin fell into a deep sleep, Wuming carefully pulled out the arm that was pillowed by her, waited for a while, saw that she hadn't woken up, and walked out.

"Come on."

A hidden guard appeared silently, saw that Wuming didn't even wear a robe, but was only wearing white obscene clothes, he couldn't help but take a second look.

"Look at what?"

Wuming said coldly, and the dark guard immediately lowered his head and said meaningfully, "Your Majesty treats the leader very differently."

Wuming stared at him coldly, "Stop thinking about that, Your Majesty is beyond your comprehension."

The hidden guard was startled, and knelt down on one knee, "Leader Mingjian, your subordinates have absolutely nothing wrong with His Majesty!"

"There is no best, otherwise..."

Wuming didn't continue, his cold and heartless eyes swept over the face of the dark guard, dense cold sweat oozes from the back of the dark guard, he was afraid that if he continued to speak, if he said something wrong, Wuming would cut his neck off with a sword, he hurriedly asked , "The leader has something to say?"

"Go and collect the pregnant women who are about to give birth in the capital, and present the list."

The secret guard asked curiously, "What does the leader want those pregnant women to do?"

"I don't want pregnant women, I want the children in their womb!"

The dark guard was even more confused, seeing Wuming's cold face, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, just like when he came, he retreated silently.

Wuming looked at the dark night. In the night, there were layers upon layers of palaces, like giant beasts lurking, waiting to devour everyone.

Wuming looked down at his hands, which were full of rough calluses, completely different from His Majesty's soft, slender, white hands.

These hands have killed countless people, stained with countless blood, and will soon be stained with the blood of new innocents.

He knew that such a heavy sin would not be enough to send him to hell.

But, it doesn't matter, for the sake of His Majesty, he doesn't mind bearing a thousand times and a hundred times more sins!

As long as His Majesty lives in peace and stability, all the filth, filth, darkness, blood, and sins will be borne by him!

Wuming stood in the darkness for a moment before turning back to the house.

As soon as the bead curtain was lifted, Feng Jin was seen sitting on the dragon bed, looking at him coldly.

(End of this chapter)