Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 81 He was wrong

A man in black stood behind him expressionlessly, staring at him coldly with a pair of ruthless eyes. Just as the officer was about to call someone, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the long sword in the man's hand had already been unsheathed.

The officer only felt a gust of cold wind blowing by his ears, followed by blood in front of his eyes.

It's his blood!

The long sword was inserted back into the scabbard in the blink of an eye. The officer's eyes were wide open, staring at the man in front of him, blood was gurgling from a certain part of his body.

The subordinate rushed over and shook him gently, "My lord!"

The officer's rounded eyeballs finally moved, and he murmured, "Am I not dead yet?"

"Not dead, my lord, you were just scratched on your shoulder and bled a little, nothing serious..."

The officer looked down at his shoulder, and sure enough, he saw a sword wound penetrating to the bone, bleeding profusely, but it was not fatal. He couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground. The man in black was still standing there with a blank expression on his face. look at him.

Although the officer is a big bastard, he is not stupid, and he can see that this person has no intention of killing him. The reason why he did it is probably because he wants to call someone, otherwise, the sword is so fast, it can cut off his neck directly. It's just a scratch on the shoulder.

"This... strong man? Are you here at the barracks?"

The officer said cautiously, for fear of angering him, Wuming said nothing, and glanced at the men beside him.

"Don't worry, the strong man, he is my deputy. He has been with me for many years, and he is absolutely reliable!"

Wuming still stared at the subordinate coldly, the officer had no choice but to let him back down.

After the people left, Wuming whispered a few words in the officer's ear, and the officer's eyes widened suddenly, "You, you are—"

Those cold and sharp eyes kept staring at the officer, making him swallow back the words he hadn't finished speaking.

"Please don't worry, my lord, this subordinate promises to complete the task."

"No one should know about this matter, including your deputy, your wife and children."

"Yes, my lord, don't worry my lord, my subordinates must keep their mouths shut and will not reveal a single word."

The officer kept making promises, and Wuming looked at him indifferently, "If you dare to reveal it, I guarantee that the end of all your family members will be worse than death!"

The officer's face turned pale, and he solemnly assured, "Don't worry, my lord! This subordinate will guarantee with his head that he will never reveal a word!"

Wuming took a deep look at him, turned and left, just as he reached the door of the barracks, he turned around and asked, "Do you know why you were chopped up just now?"

"Because the subordinate wants to call someone?"

"wrong!"

"Then, can my lord tell my subordinates why?"

Wuming stared at him gravely, and left without saying a word. The officer chased him out and shouted, "Big—"

Looking at the soldiers walking around outside the barracks, the officer's voice stopped abruptly. Looking at the dark night sky, he secretly shouted in his heart: My lord, why haven't you told your subordinates yet!

"My lord, what are you doing standing here?"

The previous subordinate walked over from the side and asked.

The officer looked suspiciously at his subordinates, "You were standing at the door just now?"

"Yes, my lord, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you see someone go out?"

"No! Did someone go out just now?"

The officer frowned, "Then did you feel something was wrong just now?"

"Something's wrong? No! If you have to say something's wrong, it's just that there was a gust of wind blowing around you just now."

The subordinates looked in from the door of the barracks, looked at the empty room, and stared in surprise, "Where was the man in black just now? There are no windows in the barracks, where did he leave?"

The officer didn't answer, but touched his neck, only to feel that it was chilly. The legendary secret guard really lived up to his reputation. He came and went without a trace. It is easy to take his head. He is still alive. Thank you Her Majesty the Queen for your grace.

In the palace, the lights were as bright as day.

When Wuming came back, Feng Jin had just showered and was sitting in front of the dressing table, asking Lvyi to brush her hair three thousand times.

"came back?"

Hearing the nameless footsteps, Feng Jin turned her face sideways, looked at him with a smile, the bright yellow candlelight fell on her face, adding a little warmth to her fair skin, probably because she had just bathed, Feng Jin's The skin is more blush than before, and looks pretty good.

Wuming walked behind Feng Jin silently, took the hand of the green robe, and combed Feng Jin's hair full of black hair.

"Master Unnamed, I've combed it two thousand times, and it's enough to comb it another thousand times."

Lvyi said softly, Feng Jin smiled slightly, "Lvyi, go down and rest, you don't need to wait here anymore."

"This servant knows that I won't stand here foolishly and disturb His Majesty and Lord Wuming. Your Majesty doesn't have to be so anxious to dare this servant to leave."

Lu Yi joked, Feng Jin gave her a sideways glance, "Such a sharp mouth, in the future I will choose a taciturn husband for you, who can't speak three words a day."

Aunt Zhong happened to come in with the medicinal soup Feng Jin wanted to drink before going to bed. After hearing Feng Jin's words, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Wouldn't that be suffocating the green clothes? This chirping parrot is right next to the sawed-off Calabash, it’s going to be uncomfortable!”

Lvyi pouted and hummed, "Your servants don't want to get married. Your servants will serve His Majesty in the palace. When Your Majesty gives birth to a prince and princess, your servants will serve Your Highness."

Feng Jin's pupils shrank suddenly, and her fingers couldn't help but clenched her robe. Soon, she returned to normal, and said with a slight smile, "There are many capable maids in the palace, and you are not bad. If there are good ones, you also like them." , he likes you too, let's marry him."

What she didn't know was that the scene where she had just tightened her robe had already fallen into Wuming's eyes, and Wuming's hand combing her hair couldn't help but pause.

"what happened?"

Feng Jin turned her head to look at Wuming, Wuming smiled slightly, "Just now I seemed to see a white hair, look carefully, I was wrong."

"Your Majesty is only 16 years old, how could he have gray hair? It must be Mr. Unnamed, you are wrong!"

Lvyi smiled, and Wuming also laughed, "Yes, I was wrong."

It's my fault!

As soon as Lvyi mentioned the child, Ah Jin reacted so strongly. Was it about the child that she asked Imperial Doctor Zhang to hide it?She, is it difficult for her to have children?
In fact, it doesn't matter whether there are children or not. She can tell him that there is no need to endure it by herself.

The reason why he wanted a child was because it was her child. He thought that the child she gave birth to would be a small one, with her eyebrows, her smile, and her intelligence.

If not, it doesn't matter, she is enough.

Wuming continued to comb Feng Jin's long hair softly, and the chirping voice of the green clothes came from his ears, like a disturbing bird, making his brain ache from the noise, it's better to be his Ah Jin.

"In short, slaves don't want to marry. When married, they have to serve their parents-in-law, and have to deal with sisters-in-law and sisters-in-law. It's very troublesome. If they are bullied, slaves have no place to cry."

"With me here, who dares to bully you? If you don't hold you up, it's fine to be a bodhisattva!"

Lu Yi pouted her lips, "I don't care about it, I just don't want to get married, not at all, I just want to serve His Majesty in the palace for the rest of my life, and I will serve the prince and princess in the future..."

"Okay, don't marry if you don't marry, no one is forcing you, go and get the freshly brewed candied fruit, your majesty's mouth is very bitter after drinking the medicine, you need to eat two."

Seeing Feng Jin's expression was not very good, but he was still forced to smile and listen to Lvyi's words, Aunt Zhong quickly interrupted Lvyi's words and sent her out.

She put the medicinal soup in front of Feng Jin, and said softly, "Your Majesty, don't care about the green clothes. She has no bad intentions, but children don't understand these things. Your Majesty, don't worry about your heirs. Doctor Zhang said that you just need to take care of him." In a year or two, His Majesty will be able to conceive and have children."

Feng Jin smiled, didn't say anything, took the medicinal soup and drank it down in one gulp.

"This medicine is not bitter, so you don't need to let Lvyi bring candied fruit. I'm resting, you can go back."

It's not that the medicine is not bitter, it's that you get used to it, and if you get used to it, it won't be bitter.

She didn't know how long she would have to drink it, but Doctor Zhang said that this medicine warms the middle and nourishes both qi and blood. Ordinary women take this medicine when they are cold, and it may be beneficial to her body.

A vague hope is better than no hope at all.

"Yes."

Aunt Zhong lowered her head and stepped back respectfully.

The door was gently closed, and only the two of them were left in the huge room. The candles were flickering, and the incense was warm and soft.

Wuming has always been taciturn, and tonight, as usual, he combed Feng Jin's long hair silently, stroking it again and again.

But Feng Jin sensed that something was wrong with his mood, turned to look at him, and asked softly, "What's wrong? You don't seem very happy, what happened?"

(End of this chapter)