Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 41 Misfortunes Never Come Alone
His voice was gentle and familiar, like a spring breeze, Feng Jin habitually responded softly.

After answering, she suddenly came back to her senses, the person who called her was Pei Xiu, not Bai Ye, she slowly turned her face and looked directly at Pei Xiu.

Their eyes met each other, their eyes were as deep as the sea, and they both saw suspicion and guessing in each other's eyes.

After a long time, the light in Feng Jin's eyes dimmed, and she said coolly, "Pei Qing used to call Zhen Jin'er, why did she become Ah Jin today?"

Pei Xiu's long eyebrows were tightened, and she stared at Feng Jin suspiciously. Just now, he just mistook Feng Jin for the person in his dream, and called out in a daze, but she didn't expect her to answer.

After listening to Feng Jin's words, the suspicion in Pei Xiu's eyes faded away, but there were still seven or eight points deep in his eyes. He stared at Feng Jin intently. As he watched, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. , and the eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

He finally understood why he felt that Jin in the dream was familiar, because she was somewhat similar to Her Majesty the Empress.

This discovery surprised Pei Xiu.

what's the problem?

In the dream, he looked like him, but he didn't look like him. The Ajin in the dream seemed to have nothing to do with the queen, but his appearance was somewhat similar.

When he casually called 'A Jin', Her Majesty the Empress responded. Is it a coincidence, or does she have any connection with A Jin?
Seeing the ever-changing expressions on Pei Xiu's face, Feng Jin's heart tightened. She didn't know Pei Xiu's experience and thoughts, but she could sense that Pei Xiu seemed suspicious of her identity.

Pei Xiu's eyes darkened, and she strode towards Feng Jin suddenly. Wuming's expression turned cold, and she was about to stop her, but she received Feng Jin's eyes telling him not to be impulsive. Wuming had to stop abruptly, and stared at him coldly. Pei Xiu.

Pei Xiu walked to Feng Jin's side, stared at her coldly for a moment, then suddenly grabbed the loose robe on her body and pulled it forcefully, exposing a large snow-white back.

Wuming finally couldn't take it anymore, a cold light flashed, the long sword was out of its sheath, vowing to take Pei Xiu's life, Feng Jin frowned and gave him a look, then shook his head.

Because of the excitement, Wuming's chest heaved violently, but he had to insert the sword back into the scabbard.

Pei Xiu stared straight at Feng Jin's back. On the white and smooth skin, there was a long and thin scar that was so shallow that it was almost invisible. This was the whip scar he personally whipped. He remembered that this whip scar could prove that The body really belongs to Her Majesty the Queen.

"Has Pei Qing seen enough?"

Feng Jin said coldly, put on her robe again, and said with a sneer, "Pei Qing stared at my welt marks, seeing that the welt marks have become lighter, do you want to lash my body a few more times?"

Pei Xiu stared blankly at Feng Jin. Her Majesty is indeed Her Majesty the Empress. Although her character has become tougher, the character of the late Emperor and the Empress Dowager were also tough. It is not surprising that His Majesty's personality is like that of her parents. Doting is not a timid character in the first place. Even though he has been in captivity for six years, she looks much more docile, but the toughness in her heart may not have changed.

So, he guessed wrong?
Pei Xiu didn't answer Feng Jin's questioning, turned around and left in a daze, and walked out the door quickly.

When the little eunuch came to report that the Prime Minister had left His Majesty's bedroom and was walking towards the main entrance of the palace, Feng Jin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"He dares to be so rude to His Majesty. One day, I will kill him! Chop him into pieces and feed them to wild dogs!"

Wuming was so angry that he even forgot what he called himself.

Feng Jin didn't speak, seemed to be thinking about something, Wuming frowned and looked at her, "Why didn't His Majesty let his subordinates stop him just now?"

"No name, are you questioning me?"

Feng Jin frowned slightly, and said softly.

Wuming's chest heaved violently, he clenched his lips, and it took him a while to let go, "No!"

"what is that?"

Nameless turned his face away, pursed his lips tightly, and remained silent.

"Say! What is it?"

Wuming remained silent, facing Feng Jin sideways, his body collapsing tightly.

Feng Jin tightly grasped his arm, and asked again, "Say! I want you to tell!"

This time, Wuming finally responded. He suddenly turned his face and stared straight at Feng Jin. His eyes were no longer as calm and indifferent as before, but instead were filled with various turbulent emotions, like a silent sky. The long-standing volcano is about to erupt.

Feng Jin had never seen such complex and turbulent emotions in his eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

"I feel sorry for you! I feel sorry for you! You are the empress, you are an extremely noble son of heaven, you should not be humiliated by a courtier like this! You should be carefree, look down on the world, and let everyone bow their heads to you! Blame yourself, blame yourself for your incompetence! I can't help you, I can't carry the country for you, and I can't block the humiliation and rudeness of others for you. If I were stronger, who would dare to treat you like this?"

It turned out that this was Wuming's heartfelt voice. Excited, he no longer called himself a subordinate like before, but called himself me.

He regards himself as a man and her as his beloved woman.

Feng Jin said in a daze, "Wu Ming, you are already very powerful..."

"No! Not enough!"

The nameless voice suddenly raised his voice, and the expression on his face was very painful and tangled.

He wanted to protect her under his strong arms, to protect her well, to let her be at ease, free from any wind and rain, from any humiliation, and from any worries, but he couldn't do it, Therefore, he is in pain!

"I'm just the leader of the secret guards. I can't do anything except stay by your side and protect you! Wen can't balance the court and handle government affairs for you, and Wu can't guard the border for you. Peace and stability!"

"Wu Ming, I don't need you to do that for me, I just need you to be with me, I..."

"Do I just need to stand behind you and watch you struggling alone among those power officials who eat people and don't spit out their bones? Seeing you worry and tired all day long, but can't help at all? Looking at you In order to deal with Pei Xiu, endure nausea and smile at Pei Yu, Tang Qinghe and others?"

Wuming's chest heaved violently, his face was flushed, and his tone of voice was urgent and fast. He has always been reticent, even if he was teased by her on the bed, he would seldom speak. Just say "Your Majesty, don't do this" in a low voice and won't say anything else, but today, he seems to have exploded.

Feng Jin wanted to comfort him, so he gently stroked his chest, and said softly, "Wu Ming, those are small things, I do them very well..."

Wuming shook off her hand, "Handy? You lied to me! You thought I didn't see that after Pei Yu left that day, you washed your hands eight times, and your hands were torn! Because of what? Because you wanted to make him believe you You really liked him and touched his face! You hate him, but you smiled at him and talked softly to him!"

Tears welled up in Feng Jin's eyes immediately. Even on the verge of losing control, Wuming shook off her hand, subconsciously controlling his strength.

Wuming's voice became more intense, his fist hit the wall fiercely, punching a hole in the wall, the wall was dusted all over the floor, and his hand was bleeding immediately.

"Do you know, my heart is going to be broken! I have never disliked my origin, nor have I ever disliked the identity of the leader of the dark guards. I have even been very fortunate that this identity allowed me to meet you and stay with you." Beside me! But when I saw you push me away and wash your hands in hiding, I hated myself for the first time! Why am I nameless? Why do I have such a humble background! Orphans without father and mother don’t give me any power I can't miss you!"

Feng Jin tightly grasped his arms, "Wu Ming, don't be like this, you've given me enough, if you weren't by my side, I wouldn't be able to hold on, I..."

"Not enough! Not enough!"

The expression on Wuming's face was particularly painful, "Why am I nameless? Why am I not Pei Xiu, Shen Wenqing, or someone from the Qi family, the Tang family, and the Li family? I hate that I am nameless. If I was not nameless, Pei Xiu would not dare To humiliate you like this, how dare he treat you like this, how dare he?"

He shook off Feng Jin's hand, and kept muttering 'how dare he', the light in his eyes kept changing, becoming strangely bright.

Feng Jin was worried that he had demons, and wanted to appease him. People with obsessions would have demons, and as soon as they had demons, they would become obsessed. Comparing her current spiritual power with Wuming's, if Wuming became obsessed, she would not help him at all. not him.

If the spiritual power explodes in the body, Wuming can only die.

"Wu Ming don't do this, you are Wu Ming, I love Wu Ming, I don't want anyone else, I just want Wu Ming..."

Feng Jin hugged him vigorously, talking non-stop, Wuming still struggled at first, but after listening to Feng Jin's words, he slowly calmed down, Feng Jin thought he had calmed down, and looked up at him in surprise.

But when she saw his eyes, Feng Jin's heart sank.

Those eyes were very cold, very deep, very dark, with no light at all, just like the deepest and deepest night.

It shouldn't be like this!

He loves her, the way he looked at her shouldn't be like this!
He looked down at her without saying a word.

"Wu Ming, what's wrong with you? Talk to me, talk to me quickly, please..."

Feng Jin begged in a low voice, but Wuming just kept silent, his eyes were still dark and dull, without any fluctuation at all, as if he had shielded everything from the outside world.

"No name, please say something..."

When a person has a strong obsession, either the obsession is transformed into a demon, controlled by the demon, and the spiritual power explodes if he goes mad.

Either because of despair, self-blame and disgust, I completely cast aside my obsessions and shield everything, and hide in my own world. From then on, I have no thoughts and souls, just like a walking dead.

Looking at Wuming's situation, it seems to be the second type.

"No name, don't be like this..."

Feng Jin's tears welled up suddenly, and Wuming just watched Feng Jin's tears indifferently, as if he didn't care whether she cried or laughed.

"nameless--"

Feng Jin was heartbroken, and hurriedly grabbed Wuming's hand, but when she touched Wuming's pulse, Feng Jin's whole body was completely icy cold.

How could this be?Why is Wuming's spiritual power so chaotic?It looks like it's going to explode!

(End of this chapter)