Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 27 You are not worthy of His Majesty!

Her body was extremely cold, as if she had just climbed out of icy water, Wuming hugged her tightly, using his body temperature to help her dispel the cold.

Even so, Feng Jin was still shaking non-stop, tears flowed down his entire cheeks in an instant like beads with a broken thread.

Wuming hugged her tightly in distress, and kept comforting her, "Your Majesty, I am here, don't be afraid, I will always be here..."

"Nameless, nameless, don't leave me, don't betray me, okay? I can give you whatever you want, don't abandon me..."

Feng Jin spoke incoherently, curled up in Wuming's arms and shivered.

"Your Majesty, I will not leave you, nor will I betray you. I will always betray you. Otherwise, I will die without a whole body."

Wuming swore a heavy oath, but Feng Jin was still uneasy, and kept muttering, don't abandon me, don't leave me.

Seeing the tear stains on her face, Wuming's heart was pierced like a knife, he hugged her even tighter, and kept comforting her.

He didn't know what kind of nightmare she had, but he knew that she seemed to remember the past today, and her mood had been very low.

What the hell happened in the past and why did it make her so sad?
What did that man named Bai Ye do to her to make her so painful and sad?Even if you become another person, you can't forget it or throw it away?

How could he be willing to treat her like this?How could he treat her like this?

The woman he holds in his heart is like a pearl in his hands, and even shed a tear, it makes his heart feel like a knife, and a thousand arrows pierce his heart. How can that person be willing to let her be so sad?

If there is a chance to meet that person in the future, he must kill him!

Feng Jin was still crying, trembling, clutching Wuming's lapel tightly with his fingers, for fear that he would leave.

She seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and couldn't get out. She couldn't tell what was a dream and what was reality.

Wuming's heart ached like it was about to burst, and he began to kiss the tears on her face, the salty tears, making Wuming's heart as bitter as if it had been soaked in coptis juice.

He gently kissed away the tears on her face bit by bit, his hot breath surrounded her, making people feel extra at ease, Feng Jin's emotions began to calm down.

She raised her tear-smeared eyes, and kissed the nameless lips with trembling lips.

Wuming restrained himself and kissed her tenderly.

The feeling of closeness between lips and teeth is lingering and pathetic, making people trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves, wishing to be intoxicated in this feeling for the rest of their lives and leave the outside world behind.

The bead curtain swayed slightly, and the gauze fluttered slightly.

On the dragon couch behind the veil, there are figures entangled...

After waking up the next day, Feng Jin did not tell Wuming what she was afraid of, and Wuming never asked.

On this day, the weather was fine, so Feng Jin took the green clothes to the Imperial Garden for a walk.

As soon as he entered, he saw someone painting from a distance, and beside him was a beautiful boy of fifteen or sixteen who was grinding ink for him. Feng Jin didn't know the painter, but she recognized the beautiful boy, it was Chu Li.

Feng Jin didn't really want to bump into these young masters, so as not to cause trouble, she subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but Chu Li just happened to raise her head and saw her.

This time, Feng Jin didn't want to just walk away with such a big stab.

I don't know what Chu Li said to the artist, but that person immediately put down his pen and walked towards Feng Jin with Chu Li.

"Wen Qing sees Your Majesty."

"Ari sees Your Majesty."

Wen Qing, Shen Wenqing, are different from other harem princes, they are all beautiful men that Pei Xiu recruited to play with Feng Jin, and Shen Wenqing is a victim of the court struggle.

Just because the Jiangnan official group where the Shen family belonged lost to Pei Xiu, the Jiangnan gentry dedicated Shen Wenqing to the palace in order to preserve their glory and wealth.

Unlike Tang Qinghe, who has only a false name, Shen Wenqing is a rare talent in the south of the Yangtze River for a hundred years. He is truly literary and talented. The Jiangnan gentry did not belong to Pei Xiu's camp, but was suppressed by Pei Xiu with his power. Pei Xiu originally wanted him to lose his name to Sun Shan, but Shen Wenqing had a very high reputation among the people, especially among Jiangnan literati, so Pei Xiu didn't dare to be too presumptuous. In the end, he was given a third place.

Tan Hualang, who was supposed to have a bright future, was trapped in the deep palace. Feng Jin didn't know how depressed he was, but she knew that Shen Wenqing was a loner in the harem, never fighting for favor or talking, and even deliberately avoiding him. Looking at the empress, he never even showed up to greet the queen every morning.

"Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After the two thanked each other, they stood aside with their hands down.

This was the first time Feng Jin saw Shen Wenqing. He was about twenty years old, dressed in green clothes, with three thousand green silk tied on a simple white jade hairpin.

Eyebrows are extremely warm, light and pure, he stands there, the breeze blows his clothes, behind him is the lotus pond in the imperial garden, with blue waves, under the bright sun, it seems that there is water vapor accumulating upwards.

Shen Wenqing's first impression for Feng Jin was that it was like an ink painting of the south of the Yangtze River. It looked gentle and elegant, but it was covered with a thin layer of water mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Shen Wenqing stood with her hands down all the time, her brows and eyes drooping slightly, showing distance and estrangement.

What was different from him was that Chu Li stood behind him and secretly looked at Feng Jin. After being discovered by Feng Jin, he blushed and lowered his head in a panic.

Embarrassed, Feng Jin left just like that, so she had nothing to say, "I see that Wenqing seems to be painting, what did you paint?"

Before Shen Wenqing could speak, Chu Li spoke first, "Brother Wenqing painted the Imperial Garden, it's really good, Your Majesty, would you like to see it?"

Shen Wenqing glanced at him, Chu Li smiled embarrassedly, and closed her mouth.

It can be seen that Chu Li is very close to Shen Wenqing and respects him very much.

People with a clean and pure soul like Chu Li have a natural feeling, just like a baby, who can sense whether someone approaching is malicious or kind.

"Wen Qing drew it casually, too scribbled, for fear of staining His Majesty's eyes."

Feng Jin just wanted to go and see, but upon hearing Shen Wenqing's words, she abruptly stopped and stepped back, "If that's the case, forget it."

It's not that she thinks that Shen Wenqing's paintings are not good, but that she has a feeling that she doesn't know how to get along with him.

Shen Wenqing has a sense of indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away. The difference from Wuming's indifference is that Wuming's indifference is aimed at anyone, while Shen Wenqing's indifference is aimed at her alone.

This made Feng Jin a little at a loss.

Shen Wenqing didn't seem to expect Feng Jin to say that, and was momentarily stunned.

The atmosphere was so frozen.

Feng Jin wanted to leave, but she couldn't just leave without saying a word, but if she didn't, she felt very uncomfortable.

The green clothes saw Feng Jin's embarrassment, and said quickly, "Mr. Wenqing's paintings are famous all over the world, and money is hard to find. Isn't there a few paintings missing in His Majesty's small study?"

Lu Yi's words firstly helped Feng Jin out of the siege, and secondly, if other young masters would be ecstatic to present the painting.

But Feng Jin could clearly see a trace of disgust flashing in Shen Wenqing's eyes, as if she was insulting him when she took a fancy to his paintings.

He hates her so much!
Even though Feng Jin knew that the former owner Feng Jin might be what he hated, she still felt a tightness in her chest.

She has always been a little sorry for him, he should have a bright future, but he was trapped in her harem.

Since Shen Wenqing hated her, she didn't need to put her hot face on his cold ass.

"No need, I still like Zhuang Daozi's paintings. They are open and closed, magnificent and more in line with the royal atmosphere. Jiangnan School's paintings are still too delicate and delicate, not grand enough."

Zhuang Daozi is a painter of the northern school, with a bold and bold personality and a bold and bold style of painting. Relatively speaking, the paintings of the Jiangnan school seem too delicate.

Shen Wenqing was startled, a slight embarrassment flashed across her face.

Feng Jin felt a little regretful, for a person like Shen Wenqing, even if he wanted to travel the world like Zhuang Daozi and increase his knowledge, he couldn't do it.

In the first half of her life, Shen Wenqing had always carried a great reputation for her family, but in the second half of her life, Shen Wenqing could only be trapped in the deep palace.

"Sorry, I said the wrong thing."

Feng Jin apologized suddenly, which made Shen Wenqing stunned.

He glanced at Feng Jin in confusion, but Feng Jin didn't want to explain, facing the strange Shen Wenqing, she preferred to stay with Wuming.

Shen Wenqing also sensed Feng Jin's uneasiness, and for some reason, he actually relaxed a little.

He glanced at Feng Jin, thought for a while, and said, "Whatever your majesty likes, Wen Qing will draw it for your majesty now."

His sudden change of attitude made Feng Jin a little surprised, but since Shen Wenqing handed over the ladder, Feng Jin would of course go down the ladder, "I like mountains and rivers."

Shen Wenqing picked up the brush and started to paint. Chu Li just wanted to move forward to grind the ink, but saw that Feng Jin had already rolled up his sleeves and started to grind the ink.

The winter sun, warm and warm, shone on the two of them, casting a faint halo on them.

Shen Wenqing paints, Feng Jin studies ink, there is a certain charm of red sleeves adding fragrance, tenderness, beautiful and moving.

When Wuming came to look for Feng Jin, he saw such a picture, the light in his eyes dimmed, he hesitated for a moment, turned and left.

Just after walking out of the corner gate of the Royal Garden, a cool voice came from the side, "Don't even dare to go, what are you afraid of?"

It's Pei Xiu!
Wuming looked at Pei Xiu coldly. Pei Xiu was standing under the green wall surrounded by vines and vines. He glanced at Feng Jin and Shen Wenqing in the imperial garden, "Your Majesty and him are a good match!"

Wuming stared at Pei Xiu expressionlessly, "What do you want to say?"

"What I really want to say is that Shen Wenqing is different from those harem princes. Shen Wenqing has a prominent family background and a noble background. He is worthy of His Majesty."

"You want to say I'm not good enough?"

"Of course you—"

Pei Xiu paused deliberately, "Not worthy!"

Wuming's face suddenly turned cold, Pei Xiu glanced at him casually, "You know better than anyone else, otherwise why don't you even dare to go there?"

He walked over and looked directly at the cold light in Wuming's eyes, "If the truth is you, kill Shen Wenqing first, and the others can stay. Anyway, they are just playthings and cannot threaten you. Shen Wenqing is different. With his identity , he is more than enough to be the emperor's husband. Think about it, if he wins His Majesty's favor, he is full of talent, and he is backed by the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River. If he can't tolerate you, will there still be a place for you by Your Majesty's side?"

Pei Xiu's eyes turned cold, and his tone became more sinister and stern, "Why don't you kill him before His Majesty is tempted to avoid future troubles! Your Majesty loves you and will definitely not punish you too much!"

(End of this chapter)