Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 28 Nameless, let's go
Wuming's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at the imperial garden.

Shen Wenqing lowered his head to paint, Feng Jin rubbed the ink for him, the warm winter sun covered her whole body, she was rubbing the ink while talking to Shen Wenqing, the corners of her lips slightly raised, her eyes sparkled, she seemed to be in a very good mood.

The queen is rarely really happy, even when she smiles, her eyes are cool.

Aside from Wuming's heartache, he was also a little lonely.

He knew that Pei Xiu was killing people with a knife, and wanted to use him to deal with Shen Wenqing.

He also knew that what Pei Xiu said was deliberately provoking him, but this scene still hurt his heart.

Throughout the day, Wuming was thinking about the scene in the imperial garden, Her Majesty's eyes were shining, she was really relaxed.

He has seen many sides of her, her loneliness, loneliness, sadness, pain, and loss, he has seen them all, but he rarely sees her completely happy and relaxed.

During lunch, Wuming waited for Feng Jin to come back for dinner, but did not see her figure, only waited for the report from the little eunuch, saying that the Empress had gone to Mr. Wenqing's Suyin Building, and wanted to taste the sweet-scented osmanthus brewed by Mr. Wenqing himself.

Seeing Wuming's instantly cold face, the little eunuch asked frightenedly, "Is there anything the leader wants the servant to tell His Majesty?"

The palace servants in the bedroom were sorted out by Aunt Zhong, and Huang Ying was caught in the wrong place long ago and executed with a cane.

The little eunuch knew Wuming's identity, and also knew that Wuming was most favored by His Majesty, so he served him almost every night.

At this moment, a young man named Wen Qing suddenly appeared, and the little eunuch probably knew that Wuming was in a bad mood, so he was more cautious, for fear of making a mistake.

Seeing that the little eunuch's legs were shaking, Wuming's eyes darkened, "It's nothing, you can step back."

The little eunuch slipped away immediately as if he had been pardoned, fearing that if he was one step too late, Wuming would change his mind.

Wuming ate lunch tastelessly, he thought that Feng Jin wouldn't come back for lunch, so he should come back for a lunch break, right?
But she didn't.

She didn't come back until dinner, and only sent a young eunuch back to tell him that she would have dinner at Suyin Building so that he didn't have to wait for her.

This time the little eunuch was still the one at noon, facing the bone-chilling Wuming, he was so frightened that he almost fainted.

"roll!"

Wuming coldly said the word rolling, causing the little eunuch to roll out.

Seeing the delicious food on the table, Wuming lost his appetite, threw away his chopsticks and went to the backyard to practice swords. After practicing for a while, he couldn't calm down, so he threw away his swords and strode towards Suyin Building.

In the Suyin building, with green clothes and cloth dishes, Chu Li poured wine, Feng Jin drank several glasses in a row, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes became misty, but she lost her usual noble and cold look and became more approachable .

When Feng Jin drank the fourth cup, Shen Wenqing lightly pressed the white jade wine cup, "Your Majesty, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine has a lot of stamina, if you drink it again, you will get drunk."

"I'll have another drink, just one, okay?"

Feng Jin's eyes were rippling, like waves of green water, she looked at Shen Wenqing with watery eyes, shed the empress' aloof airs, Feng Jin, who was a little bit drunk, was like an ordinary girl, with soft words, tender words, and coquettishness when she spoke. intoxicating.

Shen Wenqing's white jade-like hand was still on the wine glass, and she reiterated softly, "If you drink any more, you will get drunk."

"It's not good to be awake, it's better to be drunk."

Shen Wenqing still did not let go, Feng Jin smiled, pushed his hand away, and drank it all in one gulp.

When her hand touched Shen Wenqing, Shen Wenqing immediately withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded.

This time, Shen Wenqing didn't stop Feng Jin anymore, she drank two or three more cups, and the spirit of the wine picked up, her eyes became more misty, she looked straight at Shen Wenqing and smiled.

Shen Wenqing's heart skipped a beat when she saw her, and asked softly, "What are you laughing at, Your Majesty?"

Feng Jin pursed her lips and smiled, but didn't speak.

When Shen Wenqing asked her why she was smiling for the third time, Feng Jin held the wine glass, tilted her head slightly, her cheeks were as red as clouds, her eyes were enchanted, misty, she looked at Shen Wenqing with a smile, "I am so happy today."

Yes, what a joy.

Abandon those intrigues and intrigues, hide in this Suyin Building, drink and listen to the piano, watch Shen Wenqing paint, watch Chu Li play with cats and dogs, this small Suyin Building, located in the deep palace, seems to be detached from the Being outside the world can make people leave everything behind and forget their worries.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes."

Feng Jin giggled, and Shen Wenqing also smiled, with a faint smile, "Wen Qing, can you ask why Your Majesty is so happy?"

His smile was like a breeze blowing across the water, making shallow ripples circle after circle.

This time, he didn't hear Feng Jin's answer, she tilted her head and limply fell into his arms.

Shen Wenqing's whole body tensed up, he thought the empress was belittling him by being drunk, and looked down, only to find that Feng Jin had closed her eyes, her breathing became slow and long, and she had already fallen asleep.

She sleeps peacefully, with stretched brows, long and thick eyelashes casting two groups of light gray shadows under her eyes like cattail leaf fans, her cheeks are as red as clouds, and her red lips are even more glamorous when stained with wine.

Shen Wenqing looked down at her, her eyes gradually softened.

"Your Majesty fell asleep, and this servant helped her to rest."

As Lu Yi said, she was about to take Feng Jin from Shen Wenqing's hand, but she didn't see him let go after waiting for a long time.

Lu Yi frowned, and was about to say something when Shen Wenqing said softly, "I'll do it."

Just as he was about to hug Feng Jin in his arms, his ears twitched suddenly, with a murderous look!
"Ali!"

With a loud shout, Shen Wenqing pushed Feng Jin into Chu Li's arms and jumped up. In the blink of an eye, he had drawn out the long sword hanging on the wall to meet the enemy.

clang--

The sound of the sword colliding was dull and distant, awakening Feng Jin.

Feng Jin opened his misty drunken eyes, and saw two figures fiercely entangled with each other, one black and one green, when the long swords struck each other, sparks flew everywhere.

The black figure is Wuming, and the blue one is Shen Wenqing. The figures of the two changed so fast that they could see many phantoms.

Feng Jin frowned, just about to ask Wuming to retreat, but changed his mind for some reason, and quietly watched the battle.

Wuming is the leader of the hidden guards. He has superb swordsmanship, focuses on killing people, and pays attention to speed, precision and ruthlessness. Feng Jin has seen him kill people, and his speed is so fast that you can't even see how he strikes. People die.

But what Feng Jin didn't expect was that Shen Wenqing could actually know martial arts, and even more that Shen Wenqing was also very skilled in swordsmanship. The two of them had passed more than 20 moves, and Shen Wenqing was not defeated.

Unlike Wuming's moves, which are all killer moves, Shen Wenqing's swordsmanship seems to be mainly defensive, and there is no murderous intent. His sword is flowing and elegant. It is not so much that he is dancing the sword, it is better to say that he is painting, and the sword is his. Pen.

The two of them went through fifty moves, but Wuming still couldn't hurt Shen Wenqing. It seemed that within a hundred moves, it was unlikely that Wuming would take down Shen Wenqing.

"Enough, back down!"

Seeing that Feng Jin had woken up, Shen Wenqing immediately withdrew his sword and retreated, a cold light flashed in Wuming's eyes, and the cold tip of the sword pierced Shen Wenqing's back like lightning.

With a sound of 'clang', a wine glass hit Wuming's sword, deflecting his sword tip. Shen Wenqing heard the sound, and retreated to a safe place in a flash.

Feng Jin stared at Wuming coldly, and slowly uttered a word: "Get lost!"

Wuming raised his head abruptly, his face full of disbelief, seeing Feng Jin's expression was cold, his eyes dark and cold, Wuming's heart froze, and he knelt down on one knee, "I know my mistake, I beg your majesty to punish me, just please don't drive me away !"

Feng Jin remained silent, seeing that the situation was not looking good, the green clothes hurriedly interceded for Wuming.

Seeing this scene, Shen Wenqing finally guessed Wuming's identity. He stood aside without saying a word. He didn't care about Wuming's life or death. To be precise, in this deep palace, he only cared about Ari, and other people's Life and death have nothing to do with him.

Seeing Feng Jin remained silent, Wuming felt uneasy and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the night of the full moon is coming soon, please stay with me for a few more days, and when the night of the full moon passes, I will automatically disappear. Never appear before His Majesty again."

Feng Jin stared at him coldly, without saying a word, Wuming became more and more anxious. He knelt down in front of Feng Jin on one knee, and looked at her pleadingly.

When he saw Shen Wenqing hugging Feng Jin just now, he went crazy and couldn't control himself. There was only one thought in his mind, that he wanted to kill Shen Wenqing.

Is it because Shen Wenqing touched Feng Jin?No, it's not!

It was because Feng Jin was sleeping peacefully in Shen Wenqing's arms, her brows stretched out!

She cried in his arms, frowning and worried, and often had nightmares by his side, but she was relaxed and happy in Shen Wenqing's arms.

Nameless is scared!

He was not afraid of Shen Wenqing becoming the emperor's husband, nor was he afraid of the Jiangnan forces behind him, he was afraid that Shen Wenqing would be different to Feng Jin, he was afraid—that Feng Jin would fall in love with him.

After a long time, Feng Jin finally spoke, but when she opened her mouth, Wuming was driven into an invisible abyss.

"Let's go, you are no longer fit to stay by my side."

Wuming clenched his hands into fists and then slowly loosened them. He knelt down in front of Feng Jin on one knee, lowered his head, and said humbly, "Your Majesty, I know my mistake. I beg Your Majesty to give you a chance. I will never do it again." Dare!"

"Wu Ming, I thought you would understand me, understand me, trust me, and support me, but I was wrong."

Feng Jin's eyes became misty, and his voice became erratic.

Wuming was really scared. When the queen called herself me, it meant that she was not talking politely to him, but was talking with him heart-to-heart.

When she let go of her identity as a queen and talked to him like this, she was an ordinary woman and he was a man, her disappointment was the disappointment of a woman to a man, not the disappointment of a king to his courtiers.

The latter can work hard to recover, but the former is chilling.

"Your Majesty, Wuming is wrong, Wuming is just jealous, jealous that he can make His Majesty feel at ease, jealous that he can do things that his subordinates can't..."

Feng Jin stared at Wuming intently, his eyes flickering, flickering and flickering.

Wuming waited anxiously for her to speak, to say the final decision.

(End of this chapter)