Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 9 I am not someone else, I am me

Feng Jin saw this scene in his eyes, and said coldly, "Take him back! Otherwise, tonight, I will turn him into a mummy and send it to the Prime Minister's residence myself!"

Having been pierced by Feng Jin, Pei Zhong's face became even uglier, so he could only lead others to retreat.

After they left, Feng Jin asked the green clothes to leave, and she sat alone in the bedroom, even without dinner.

The green clothes stood guard at the door with their ears pricked up, waiting for Her Majesty the Empress to call her, but from evening to late at night, there was no movement inside, and the two scarlet doors were also tightly closed.

Several times, Lvyi almost pushed the door open, but held back tightly.

When it was almost midnight, the door opened from the inside, and the queen came out, striding forward, and the green clothes hurriedly followed.

Feng Jin came to the lotus pond with her green clothes. Under the heavy night, the lotus pond was dark and gloomy, with a few bare lotus swaying on the water surface, it was very scary. The cool wind was blowing from the back of her neck, it was gloomy, Lvyi shivered in fright.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing here so late?"

"Meet someone."

"Who?"

"Zhong Lang."

The green clothes' teeth were trembling, and he stammered, "Your Majesty, he, he, isn't he dead?"

"Yes."

Feng Jin's words made Lvyi's legs tremble even more. Seeing that she was afraid, Feng Jin said, "Go over there and wait for me."

Lv Yi was so frightened that she wanted to run away, but she stopped when she was about to leave, "Then what should His Majesty do?"

"I am the son of heaven, protected by dragon energy, not afraid of ghosts and evil spirits!"

After hearing this, Lv Yi left in peace, but she didn't go far either, she just tried to stay as far away from the lotus pond as possible, and stared at Feng Jin intently.

Feng Jin stood by the lotus pond, looking at the shadow in the middle of the pond, feeling mixed emotions in her heart, she sighed, and beckoned to Zhong Lang's ghost, "Come here."

Zhong Lang didn't expect Feng Jin to see him, he floated over with surprise on his face, and softly called 'Your Majesty'.

"Who killed you?"

Feng Jin asked straightforwardly, Zhong Lang was silent, and then said, "It's Master Xiang."

"Did he do it himself, or did he send someone?"

"Master Xiang personally twisted my neck."

Zhong Lang seemed to be afraid that Feng Jin would not believe it. After all, everyone knew that the Empress relied heavily on the Prime Minister, so he added, "Your Majesty, A-Lang is telling the truth."

"I believe in you!"

Zhong Lang could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, Feng Jin asked again, "Did he say anything when he killed you?"

"He said that as a male favorite, you can't wishful thinking."

wishful thinking?

In terms of wishful thinking, who can compare to Pei Xiu!

Feng Jin sneered, Zhong Lang thought she was angry, and trembled in fear.

As soon as the ghost was afraid, the yin energy exuded became heavier, and even the green clothes not far away felt suddenly much colder, so they could not help but tighten their clothes.

"I will bury you well, find an eminent monk to save you, and send you into reincarnation."

After Feng Jin finished speaking, he was about to leave. Zhong Lang suddenly called out 'Your Majesty'. Feng Jin turned to look at him. Zhong Lang hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously, "Ah Lang doesn't want to enter reincarnation."

"why?"

Zhong Lang didn't say the reason, but it suddenly became extremely cold around the lotus pond.

Feng Jin's eyes flickered, "You want revenge?"

Zhong Lang acquiesced.

Feng Jin took a deep look at him, "Have you thought about it? Being a lonely ghost is very hard and tormenting, not to mention, you probably won't be able to take revenge!"

Ordinary people will have things to block evil spirits, and there will be various magic weapons in the mansion, let alone a powerful minister like Pei Xiu?
"Think about it, I want to try."

Zhong Lang's pale face was full of determination, seeing that he had made up his mind, Feng Jin sighed, "Then you go."

Zhong Lang saluted Feng Jin and floated out of the palace.

The imperial palace is suppressed by dragon energy, equipped with geomantic omens, and various magic tools of eminent monks. Ordinary ghosts dare not stay here for too long.

That night, Feng Jin slept very restlessly. When she was half dreaming and half awake, she felt that the surroundings suddenly cooled down. Feng Jin suddenly opened her eyes and saw Zhong Lang floating beside the bed. Go, it looks like he has been seriously injured, and he can hardly even do a ghost.

"Pei Xiu has a magic weapon to block evil spirits?"

What kind of magic weapon is so powerful?
Zhong Lang shook his head weakly, "It's not a magic weapon, it's a very powerful and strange force in his body that protects him."

"Martial arts internal strength?"

"No, martial arts internal power can't stop ghosts, that's not the power of ordinary people, that power is too terrifying, like..."

Zhong Lang's voice gradually became weaker and his body became more and more transparent. He stretched out his hand towards Feng Jin and opened his mouth, but he could no longer speak.

Feng Jin watched helplessly as he disappeared without a trace, but there was nothing he could do.

Lvyi finally woke up from the cold, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Jin sitting on the bedside, her eyes staring blankly, with a teardrop hanging from the corner of her eye.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Feng Jin finally came back to his senses, stared blankly at Lu Yi, "Zhong Lang is dead."

"Didn't he die a long time ago?"

Lu Yi said puzzledly that Feng Jin didn't tell her that when a person dies, his body dies, his soul can enter reincarnation and have the next life, and when his soul is scattered, he is completely dead.

Lu Yi carefully put the cloak on Feng Jin, "Did Your Majesty have a nightmare?"

Feng Jin smiled bitterly, "I hope it's just a nightmare, so that I won't feel so powerless."

She looked at Lv Yi faintly, "Lv Yi, am I useless?"

Lvyi was startled, then smiled and said, "How can your majesty be useless?"

"Then tell me where I am useful?"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Lu Yi couldn't say anything, but seeing Feng Jin's lonely and self-deprecating smile, Lu Yi quickly mentioned something else, "The person His Majesty asked this slave to find, has already been found, and this slave has chosen three for His Majesty to choose."

"Arrange them to come see me tomorrow!"

Lu Yi responded softly, and helped Feng Jin to lie down.

"Green clothes, you step back, you don't need to watch the night tonight."

Lvyi didn't understand why, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions, and stepped back with her head down.

Hearing that the door creaked open and closed again, and the room fell into speechless silence, Feng Jin called out 'nameless' in a low voice.

The nameless and silent appearance appeared like a ghost.

Feng Jin patted the empty seat beside him without saying a word, Wuming's eyes flickered slightly, and he sat on the edge of the bed like last night, but Feng Jin shook his head, "Lie down!"

Wuming was startled, and looked at Feng Jin blankly, seeing that she didn't seem to be joking, so he hesitated and lay down.

The soft and warm dragon bed seared Wuming's back like a hot iron, making him want to run away desperately.

However, when Feng Jin slowly moved over and leaned against him like a wounded and fragile cat, Wuming's body suddenly tensed up, but strangely, his heart suddenly calmed down.

Her head full of black hair was scattered on the dark golden pillow, Wuming really wanted to reach out to touch it, but he didn't dare, his whole body was as tense as a log, extremely nervous, but he actually felt happy.

It's very cryptic, the kind of happiness that can't be explained.

"No Name, thank you."

Wuming looked sideways, and Feng Jin's face was blocked by her long black hair. He couldn't see the expression on her face, but he could feel her depressed mood.

At this moment, the imposing empress who confronted Pei Xiu seemed to have lost all her armor and became extremely fragile and in need of protection.

Wuming whispered, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, Wuming will always protect His Majesty."

"Forever?"

Wuming was silent for a moment, and gave his promise, "Forever!"

Feng Jin raised her head, her face was a little pale, and her delicate red lips had lost their color during the day. She stared at him intently, as if she wanted to see through his heart, and Wuming silently let her watch.

After a long time, Feng Jin lowered her head again. This time, she leaned closer to him and said in a low voice, "Three years!"

Wuming was taken aback, what three years?
"I only want you for three years. After three years, no matter whether the great cause is successful or not, I promise in the name of the Emperor of the Great Zhou that I will set you free!"

This is the reward given by Feng Jin. Once all the secret guards become secret guards, they will never get rid of this identity for the rest of their lives. They will always belong to the emperor, and will always serve the emperor's orders until they die.

Wuming was stunned, he never thought of being able to leave, and now he...doesn't want to leave.

But he didn't say anything, just said 'yes' in a low voice.

This night, Wuming never closed his eyes. For the whole night, he kept looking at the sleeping queen.

Even in the dream, the queen's brows were still tightly knit, as if she was full of worries, even in the dream she was not at peace.

Wuming slowly stretched out his hand, trying to smooth her eyebrows, but when he was about to touch her, he hesitated and stopped in mid-air.

After an unknown amount of time, the nameless finger finally landed lightly on the empress's brow, caressing her tangled brow carefully and clumsily.

Feng Jin uttered a sleepy whisper softly, calling out 'Bai Ye'.

Wuming's movements froze, and a complex light flashed in his eyes. After a long time, he continued to caress her forehead, and whispered, "Your Majesty, I am not someone else, I am Wuming!"

Feng Jin in his sleep seemed to hear it, and whispered softly in his sleep, "Mmm, nameless."

Wuming's movements froze again, the deep light in his eyes flashed slightly, and he stared at her intently.

(End of this chapter)