Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 46 Nameless is Terrible!

A tempting scent wafted over, Feng Jin sniffed, it was the smell of food.

Really fragrant!

Just at this time, Feng Jin's stomach was growling. She swallowed, followed the scent, and found that there was food on the small table outside. She was so hungry that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she wanted to Getting out of bed, who knew that the pain made her cry out in a low voice.

How can it hurt so much?

"His Majesty--"

Wuming walked in, holding a bowl of steaming hot soup in his hand, the aroma was tangy.

Seeing Feng Jin's pale face, Wuming quickly put down the soup, walked over quickly, and carefully supported her, "What's wrong, Your Majesty? Why is your face so ugly?"

Feng Jin clustered a pair of jet-black long eyebrows, glared at Wuming resentfully, and hummed softly, "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?"

Wuming was inexplicably stared at by her, and was about to check whether Feng Jin was injured, Feng Jin blushed and muttered softly, "It hurts there."

"Where? Where does Your Majesty hurt?"

Wuming didn't react, and checked her body in a hurry. Feng Jin was angry and ashamed, clenched her fists, and lightly hammered his chest, "What a piece of wood! I'm so mad! Other than that, what else can I do?" where!"

Only then did Wuming come to his senses, his face turned red instantly, even the roots of his ears were bleeding red, he looked at Feng Jin embarrassedly, got up and walked out, "I'm going to buy medicine for His Majesty—"

"return!"

Feng Jin quickly called him to stop, "Forget it, it will be fine tomorrow, besides, there are plenty of good medicines in the palace, and there is no need for medicines outside."

As soon as he mentioned going back to the palace, Wuming's expression became gloomy. He didn't really want to go back to the palace. Once he went back, His Majesty would be caught in endless battles. He was not good at those schemes and tricks, so he couldn't help her. In the palace, even Shen Wenqing was much more useful than him.

Seeing Wuming's thoughts, Feng Jin sighed, "I don't want to go back either, but I have to go back!"

"This subordinate knows that after dinner, this subordinate will send His Majesty back to the palace."

How could Wuming not know that Feng Jin would never be able to get rid of her status as a queen in her entire life, even if she wanted to let go of the burden, Pei Xiu and King Jiangdong would not let her be at ease, in order to prevent someone from using her name to rebel, For the new emperor, it is impossible for Feng Jin to die.

In the struggle for imperial power, it's either you die or I live.

Either survive the battle and become the final victor, or be defeated and disappear, and no one can leave safely.

Feng Jin glanced at the dishes on the table. There were meat, vegetables, and soups. The aroma was so strong that it whetted one's appetite, "Did you go to the restaurant down the mountain to buy it?"

Wuming looked a little uncomfortable, "This subordinate did it himself."

"You actually know how to cook?"

Feng Jin was shocked, "Why have I never seen you do it?"

"Your Majesty is in the palace, and most of them are royal chefs with top cooking skills. Where do you need subordinates to cook?"

As Wuming said, he carried Feng Jin in his arms and walked outside before putting her down, letting her sit on the soft cushion.

The dishes made by Wuming are very simple and common, not rare delicacies, but in Feng Jin's view, they are much better than the delicately arranged dishes carefully prepared by the royal chefs.

The dishes made by the royal chefs are full of color, fragrance, and each dish is beautifully arranged, like a handicraft, but there is no desire to eat it.

What Wuming did was different.

The reason is simple, he loves her, and she loves him too.

Every dish contains his heart.

Wuming served her a bowl of soup, "Your Majesty hasn't eaten all day, drink a bowl of hot soup to warm your internal organs before eating anything else."

Although his voice was gentle, it contained undeniable firmness.

Feng Jin smiled, and ate the soup obediently. She enjoyed Wuming taking care of her like this, caring about her every move, every drink and every meal.

There are rules in the palace, eat and sleep without talking, but on the top of Langshan Mountain, in this warm and simple bamboo house, those rules in the palace can be thrown away.

"No name, have you ever studied cooking?"

Anonymous shook his head.

"Then why do you cook so deliciously?"

"That's because His Majesty is hungry, so he thinks this crude meal is delicious."

Feng Jin sneered, "No, no matter how hungry I am, I won't be unable to tell whether the food is good or bad."

Wuming thought for a while, "It's true that I haven't learned it. It's just that my subordinates often come here and cook for themselves, probably because they do too much."

Feng Jin ate two bowls of rice, and when she wanted to serve the third bowl, she was stopped by Wuming.

"Your Majesty used to only eat one and a half bowls of rice and one bowl of soup. Today, I have already eaten half a bowl more. My stomach will not be able to bear any more."

"I'm not that delicate—"

Feng Jin said, lightly patted his hand off, and was about to serve it, but unexpectedly it was empty, Wuming took the rice bowl away, casually threw it back, and threw it out the window.

"Oh, my meal—"

Feng Jin rushed to the window, outside was the cliff, the rice bowl had already fallen down, and she couldn't even see its shadow.

"nameless!"

Feng Jin's face flushed red with anger, "I haven't eaten enough—"

As soon as she finished speaking, she hiccupped loudly, Feng Jin's face turned even redder, and she secretly glanced at Wuming uncomfortably.

Wuming didn't seem to see her embarrassment, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he said softly, "Your Majesty, let's rest for a while, and this subordinate will go wash the dishes."

He was just about to stand up with the bowl in hand when his expression suddenly changed, "Someone is here!"

He quickly put down the bowl, and was about to grab the sword hanging on the wall, but stopped for some reason, and his ears moved slightly, "Your Majesty, it's Shen Wenqing. He brought a person with good lightness skills and light steps, like People in the rivers and lakes."

Su Wan's figure immediately appeared in Feng Jin's mind, and he said, "Probably Su Wan, the right envoy of the Gate of Death, the person I entrusted to come to you before."

While speaking, Shen Wenqing's voice came from outside, "There is a bamboo house here! Envoy Su You, are you sure His Majesty was brought here?"

"I'm not sure, but apart from this place, I searched all around Langshan, but I didn't find any trace of that master or Her Majesty the Empress."

Hearing the sound of drawing the sword, Feng Jin quickly said loudly, "Wen Qing, I'm here, come in!"

Shen Wenqing walked in quickly, and Su Wan followed behind him.

Seeing Feng Jin, Shen Wenqing was surprised and delighted, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Seeing Shen Wenqing's exhausted face, and presumably looking for her all day and night, Feng Jin was a little touched, "It's okay, it's Wuming who took me away, I rested with him for a night, and I've recovered."

After hearing Feng Jin's words, Shen Wenqing and Su Wan noticed Wuming in the room, and they were even more surprised, especially Su Wan, who had checked Wuming's pulse at that time, and it was so weak that he could barely feel it, even if he was dead. It's different, but it's only been one night, and nothing happened, which is too unbelievable!
Su Wan's suspicious eyes swept Feng Jin and Wuming back and forth, and he felt that Her Majesty the Empress and the leader of her hidden guards were hiding secrets that no one knew.

Last night, he hid in the dark and observed the queen, and found that the queen's body was covered with strange green lines, which were particularly frightening. At that time, the queen was not like a human, but a ghost or a monster. But now, those things All gone.

Later, the queen was snatched away by Wuming. At that time, Wuming's figure was too fast. He didn't see clearly at all, and he didn't know that it was Wuming who came.

Afterwards, while following Shen Wenqing to search for people, he secretly sent a letter to the sect master, reporting all the situation, and the sect master sent back a message, asking him to find ways to get close to the queen and find out the truth.

After all, it would be a huge bargaining chip to be able to pinpoint the empress. In case the court was angered by the death gate in the future, there would be a way out. Relying on Her Majesty's promise alone would be too risky.

Su Wan's eyes were secretly staring at Feng Jin, and his eyes changed when he watched. It has to be said that Her Majesty's appearance is not to mention the beauty of the country, but her figure is also very graceful and enchanting, which is his favorite type .

Coupled with the noble and unparalleled temperament of the queen, he even wanted to conquer her.

Su Wan was looking straight at Feng Jin, when suddenly a domineering internal force hit him, he subconsciously wanted to fight back, but he had no power to fight back, he was sent flying by that internal force, and fell onto the cold stone slab, He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the slate.

He struggled to get up, but found that his internal organs seemed to have shifted, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't even move.

"What to see and what not to see, don't you know?"

Wuming stood at the door with a bone-chilling expression, Su Wan stared at him blankly, this person is too scary!I'm afraid that the whole dead gate is not his opponent!
(End of this chapter)