Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 22 Dead Door
Feng Jin smiled slightly, with firm eyes, "The official department is the head of the six departments, and I want to bring the official department back!"

The Ministry of Officials is in charge of the promotion of officials, which can be said to be the most important thing. How could Feng Jin allow the Ministry of Officials to fall into Pei Xiu's hands all the time?
"How to get it? Pei Xiu holds the Ministry of Officials in the palm of his hand. If His Majesty wants to move the Ministry of Officials, Pei Xiu will never watch."

Wuming said worriedly, Feng Jin smiled slightly, "I have my own opinion on this matter."

Nameless looked at Feng Jin curiously, Feng Jin didn't explain, but just smiled, "You will know later."

She hooked her fingers towards Wuming, "Come here, I have something for you to do."

Wuming obediently came over, the faint faint fragrance of the queen's body filled his nostrils, making him a little distracted.

The distance between the two was so close that he could see the delicate and small earlobes of the empress, and the delicate and white skin behind the ears, with fine and soft fluff on it, which made Wuming even more fascinated.

He couldn't help thinking that if he got a little closer, his lips seemed to be able to brush against the empress's smooth and delicate skin.

But when Feng Jin whispered a few words into Wuming's ear, all the turmoil in Wuming's mind disappeared, and his brows frowned, "How did Your Majesty know the door to death?"

The Gate of Death, the strangest and most mysterious sect in the rivers and lakes, mysterious and unpredictable, no one knows where the Gate of Death is, who is the master of the Gate of Death, and no one knows how many members of the Gate of Death, where they are distributed place.

Feng Jin smiled slightly, her eyes fell on the bookshelf against the wall, she had read all the books there.

With ten lines at a glance and an unforgettable memory, she quickly understood the world and her country.

"The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. I don't like the golden house and Yan Ruyu, but these idle books about Jianghu gossip contain a lot of deeds. I want to meet this legendary The master of the gate of death who sees the dragon and never sees the end."

Wuming's brows tightened even more, "People in Jianghu are very weird. Your majesty is of high status, so you shouldn't deal with them! Especially the so-called dead gate, they behave weirdly, but the court has nothing to do with them. Come on, these people Second, these people did not do anything earth-shattering, such as resisting the imperial court, at most engaged in murderous business in the rivers and lakes, and the imperial court did not want to spend a lot of effort to encircle them."

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Sometimes, the news channels of people in the rivers and lakes are faster, more numerous, deeper and more sophisticated than ours."

Feng Jin's white jade-like finger landed on a page of a book, pointing to a line of words, "Look, this book says that death gate kills people quickly and accurately. Yesterday the employer paid a deposit, and today the head can be presented. No matter where the murdered person is hiding or how many people around him are protecting them, they know all about it, and taking the head is like picking something out of a pocket. Therefore, I suspect that Death Gate is not only engaged in the murder business, but also has its own unique news channel .”

"Your Majesty wants to get the news channel of Death Gate?"

What Wuming said was just a polite remark, what he really meant was to grab it.

Feng Jin shook her head, "No need, I just want to cooperate with Shimen."

Wuming's eyes flickered, "But, isn't it enough for His Majesty to have hidden guards?"

"Far from enough!"

A deep and sharp light flashed in Feng Jin's deep eyes, "Firstly, the dark guards have limited manpower, and secondly, the dark guards focus on news about dignitaries, which is not comprehensive. Fill in the vacancies, such as those ordinary people, those servants of high officials and nobles, traffickers, pawns, three religions and nine streams, and people in the world."

"Those are small people, are they worthy of His Majesty's energy?"

Wuming was a little puzzled.

Feng Jin smiled, "Small people also have their uses. Sometimes the words of the market are more useful than the words of the court. Observing the words of the market, you can detect many things from the subtleties."

Seeing that Wuming still had a disapproving look on his face, Feng Jin sighed in his heart, stopped talking, and said calmly, "Go help me find the master of the door of death, send him a message, and say that I want to cooperate with him. "

Wuming took a deep look at Feng Jin, seeing that she looked tired, Wuming pursed his lips, and said slowly, "Your Majesty, although I don't understand what His Majesty said, but no matter what Your Majesty asks you to do, you will do so." Do."

Feng Jin's heart moved, and she looked at Wuming with complicated eyes, and looked down at Wuming until she looked away, and sighed, "Wuming, are you worried that I will snub the hidden guard because I have a dead end?"

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Feng Jin sighed, "You don't have to worry about it, no one can replace you! You are unique to me!"

Wuming's eyes lit up, and he looked at Feng Jin with burning eyes.

"It's just that I want to tell you that in order to consolidate the imperial power, I will appoint an imperial husband, and there will be other men in my harem, and I will have children with other people. Nameless, you can't be the only one!"

The light in Wuming's eyes went out little by little. He was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth slowly, "This subordinate said that I only want to protect His Majesty, and I don't dare to expect anything else. Your Majesty knows that His Majesty will have a husband and other people." , will also give birth to other people's heirs, and this subordinate knows that for the rest of his life, he will not be able to stand by His Majesty's side justifiably like other people, let alone let His Majesty give birth to heirs."

"If you regret it, you can return to the original position, I don't blame you!"

Feng Jin's voice was calm and calm, and she seemed not to care much about Wuming's going or staying, but no one saw her, and her fingers tightened suddenly, tearing the pages of the book.

Wuming looked at her with burning eyes, with strong and profound affection shining in his eyes. He looked at her, paused every word, each word was affectionate and firm, "The subordinates are happy, and have no complaints or regrets!"

Feng Jin's tightened fingers slowly loosened, and her suspended heart fell back into her chest with a thud.

Wuming suddenly thought of a question, and asked with a frown, "Your Majesty, do you want to take the attendant back to the palace?"

"If he can survive three days, I will keep my promise, but I think to myself, he probably won't survive even today."

Wuming's heart moved, "Your Majesty wants to kill him?"

"It's just a plaything full of scheming and climbing up. How can I bother? Don't worry about it. Pei Xiu will not let him go."

"Your Majesty is not distressed?"

"Why do you feel bad? Even if Pei Xiu doesn't do anything, I won't spare his life. People who dare to provoke me don't know how to live or die!"

Feng Jin's voice was as cold as ice, but it made Wuming's heart burst with joy. His eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively, "Your Majesty doesn't like him?"

Feng Jin gave Wuming a dissatisfied look as if hearing a big joke, "Wuming, you too underestimate my taste!"

"In your Majesty's heart, can, can—"

Wuming hesitated to speak, felt the suspicious gaze cast by Feng Jin, Wuming gritted his teeth, and blurted out, "Do you like this subordinate a little bit?"

Feng Jin took a deep look at Wuming, shook his head, Wuming froze immediately, his face turned pale, his body swayed slightly, and he knelt down in front of Feng Jin on one knee, "Forgive me, Your Majesty, it's my subordinate who was rude."

As if she hadn't seen the pain and disappointment in his eyes, Feng Jin curled her lips into a smile, "How about one or two points? I thought to myself, maybe five or six points, seven or eight points, right?"

One thought of hell, one thought of heaven.

Wuming's eyes were dazzling, his lips trembled with excitement, and he couldn't speak a word for a long time.

"You--"

Feng Jin tapped Wuming's forehead, and sighed. Her tone was gentle and contained resignation and connivance, and she seemed to have thousands of affection. She put down the book, pinched Wuming's chin, and stamped on his lips. a kiss.

Wuming froze, his eyes widened, and he looked at Feng Jin in disbelief.

Seeing Wuming's blank look, Feng Jin curled his lips into a smile, let go of his chin lazily, and licked his lips, "The taste is not bad."

Wuming touched his lips anxiously, as if the soft fragrance of Her Majesty still remained on it.

Until Feng Jin got up and went to the inner room, Wuming still stayed where he was, touching his lips foolishly.

Feng Jin couldn't help laughing out loud, "Don't be stupid, come and sleep with me for a while, I didn't sleep well this night, I'm very tired."

Upon hearing this, Wuming immediately stood up and walked towards the inner room.

As soon as he walked to the dragon bed, Feng Jin pushed him down on the dragon bed.

Just as Wuming wanted to get up, the empress had already leaned forward and kissed him heavily on the lips.

Wuming was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that he hugged Feng Jin and turned over, and the two of them changed positions.

Feng Jin lay lazily under Wuming, smiling alluringly and charmingly, with all kinds of amorous feelings, her head full of black hair scattered on the colorful gold pillow, which made her face even more peachy, as gorgeous as peaches and plums, Wuming's eyes were straightened when he saw it , impulsively kissed her lips.

Feng Jin blocked him with a smile, "I am the king and you are the minister, so I can only work if you are the subordinate and I am the superior."

Wuming was startled. While he was in a daze, Feng Jin had already pushed him down, and the up and down positions between the two of them were reversed again.

"That's the way-"

Satisfied, Feng Jin suppressed Wuming, and kissed him lightly on the lips. The light in Wuming's eyes instantly became so hot that it made people flustered, and he called out 'Your Majesty' in a hoarse voice.

He looked at Feng Jin imploringly, wanting her to give her more, but Feng Jin only gave that superficial kiss, and did nothing else, just lying on his body, looking at Wuming with a smile.

"His Majesty--"

The nameless Adam's apple moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse than before. He looked straight at her, his eyes full of pleading.

Feng Jin curled her lips into a smile, finally lowered her head, and kissed Wuming's lips again.

This time, it was no longer a superficial kiss, but a deep, shallow, lingering kiss. The light in Wuming's eyes became brighter and hotter, as if it could ignite everything.

"Hey, close your eyes."

Feng Jin coaxed him softly, Wuming slowly closed his eyes, feeling Her Majesty's soft lips curling, hooking, biting, or kissing on his lips.

Wuming's chest heaved violently, and his hands were hanging stiffly on his sides. He wanted to hug the Queen's slender waist, but he didn't dare, for fear of bumping into Her Majesty.

When her tongue broke through his jaw and slipped in, Wuming suddenly opened his eyes, the fire in his eyes was burning, almost destroying everything.

He no longer cared about the emperor and his subjects, he put his arms around Feng Jin's slender waist, stood up abruptly, hugged her in his arms, and kissed her lips fiercely like a wolf.

"Wu Ming, you dare to be so rude to me, believe it or not, I cut off your head?"

Feng Jin smiled enchantingly, Wuming's eyes were already red, and he kissed her lips like crazy, every inch of her body, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty can chop whatever you want, and this subordinate doesn't care."

"How can I be willing?"

Feng Jin pursed her lips into a smile, wrapped her hands around Wuming's neck, and hung on him delicately, her red lips parted slightly, as if tempting him to kiss her.

Wuming couldn't bear it any longer, he threw Feng Jin onto the dragon bed and pressed him down...

(End of this chapter)