Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 93
The empty yard was covered with snow, except for the path that was swept away by the palace people, the other places were covered with a thick layer of snow.

Zhong Shuo and Qi Che were standing on the snow, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword. The two sides faced each other, and the fight was about to break out.

The person who just stood up from the corner was Qi Che. He hadn't seen him for a few days. He became much calmer, and his originally handsome and fair face became much rougher. It was probably because the wind and snow in the barracks were too heavy, which blew his face into pieces. He is rough, and his body is taller and straighter. Standing there, he really has an awe-inspiring aura that makes people dare not look directly at him.

And Zhong Shuo used to be foolish, but when he came to the battlefield, he immediately restrained his frivolity and provocation just now, and became calm and sharp, with a pair of sharp eyes.

This is the real bell, right?

Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and she glanced at Zhong Mo, only to see Zhong Mo's calm and resolute face, with thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she disapproved of Zhong Shuo's competition with others.

Zhong Shuo used a knife, Qi Che used a sword.

Feng Jin glanced at Wang Quan, Wang Quan cleared his throat, flicked his whisk, and said loudly, "Your Majesty has orders, the competition begins!"

Qi Che moved, but Zhong Shuo didn't. He turned his head and looked at Feng Jin, "Your Majesty, I will ask you for something."

"Say!"

"If the general can win the competition, can your majesty agree to the general's request!"

"any request?"

Zhong Shuo didn't answer directly, but said, "Your Majesty agrees first, and the general will make the request later."

Feng Jin looked at him with serious eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a cool smile, "Then don't compare yourself."

Want to provoke her with words?Don't weigh your weight!
Feng Jin didn't bother to look at Zhong Shuo's face that sank in an instant, and turned around to go back to Chonghua Hall.

Zhong Shuo didn't expect Feng Jin to tell him not to compare directly, his expression changed again and again, seeing that Feng Jin was about to enter the gate of Chonghua Palace, it seemed that he really planned to leave him here, Zhong Shuo felt anxious , hastily said loudly, "The general wants to ask His Majesty to give an order. If the general can win the competition, please give an order to let the general fight on the battlefield! Fight against the Xiongnu!"

Zhong Mo's face changed drastically, and he snapped, "Shuo'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhong Mo glared at Zhong Shuo fiercely, then turned his head and knelt down on one knee in front of Feng Jin, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Shuo'er spoke nonsense on the spur of the moment, please don't take it seriously."

Feng Jin looked at Zhong Mo with complicated eyes, sighed a long time, and said "poor the parents of the world" in a voice that only she and Zhong Mo could hear, and then said loudly, "I agree!"

Zhong Mo frowned and looked at Feng Jin. He had just heard the empress' words "poor parents in the world". He thought His Majesty understood his thoughts, but she actually agreed?
"However, since you want me to make an order, then people around me have to compete. Qi Che should step down!"

Qi Che looked puzzled, Feng Jin gave him a deep look, Qi Che had no choice but to back down.

Although Zhong Shuo didn't understand the reason for the Queen's temporary replacement, but seeing that the Queen agreed, he said happily, "Who does Your Majesty want to replace?"

Feng Jin looked at Wuming with a smile, "You go, don't lose my face."

Wuming's eyes flickered slightly, Ah Jin asked him to make a move, because he wanted him to win, but seeing the conversation between Ah Jin and the general, Zhong Shuo could not die or be seriously injured, he had to control his shots.

Zhong Shuo didn't take the nameless seriously, he laughed and said, "It seems that you are the one who compares me with me!"

He held a big knife weighing twenty or thirty catties in both hands, "What weapon do you use?"

"I don't use weapons."

Zhong Shuo raised his eyebrows, "You want to beat me with bare hands? Arrogance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Shuo rushed towards Wuming with a big knife in his hand, and the big knife weighing dozens of catties chopped off Wuming's head with a force of a thousand pounds.

Everyone broke into a cold sweat for Wuming, if this big knife cut him down, he would have to be cut in half.

Just when the big knife was only an inch away from the top of Wuming's head, Wuming made a move.

No, no one saw clearly how Wuming shot, Zhong Shuo's movements suddenly stopped, and the next second, the whole person flew upside down and fell heavily on the snow.

Holding the ground with a big knife, he climbed up and said loudly, "It didn't count just now! I didn't see how you shot at all just now! Come again!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone saw only a black phantom flashing past, blowing up a gust of cold wind, and then Zhong Shuo flew out again.

"Come again!"

Zhong Shuo flew out...

"Come again!"

Zhong Shuo flew out again...

"Come again!"

Zhong Shuo has been cycling between "come again" and flying backwards, with repeated defeats and repeated defeats. There is thick snow on the ground, and Wuming controls his shots. Therefore, after Zhong Shuo fell more than a dozen times , was only slightly injured, but still got up and continued to fight.

He was stalking, and he was determined to defeat Wuming.

Everyone can see that he can't even get close to Wuming's body, how can he defeat him?

Zhong Shuo knew it himself, but he was going to hold back his energy and kept falling, getting up, fighting, falling again, and repeating the cycle.

Zhong Mo looked at his son's repeated defeats and battles, with a complex expression on his face, Feng Jin praised, "For this unyielding energy, Zhong Shuo is indeed the son of a great general!"

Zhong Mo said nothing, his sharp lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes were very deep.

Feng Jin didn't want to interfere too much with other people's father and son matters. She didn't like Zhong Shuo's arrogant and frivolous attitude at first, but now she finally realized that Zhong Shuo pretended to provoke this competition, to get her a decree.

There is heroic blood flowing in Zhong Shuo's body, he wanted to go to the battlefield with his father and brothers, but Zhong Mo suppressed him and refused to allow him to go, he couldn't bear his father, so he could only find another way, he wanted to get an imperial decree from Feng Jin.

It's a pity that Feng Jin will definitely not confront Zhong Mo for him.

It's just that Zhong Shuo's vigor and unyielding fighting spirit made her willing to help him secretly.

After losing more than 30 times in a row, a streak of blood spilled from Zhong Mo's lips. He wiped away the blood indiscriminately, his eyes were red, "Again!"

"Enough! Don't you feel ashamed enough? Come back with me!"

Zhong Mo yelled sharply, grabbing Zhong Shuo's arm to drag him away, Zhong Shuo struggled desperately, "I won't leave! I haven't finished beating yet!"

"Can you beat you! Don't embarrass the Zhong family here! Go back!"

Zhong Shuo struggled desperately, but refused to leave, and insisted on continuing to fight Wuming.

"Wait!"

Feng Jin spoke loudly, Zhong Mo looked at her suspiciously, Feng Jin smiled slightly, "Today is New Year's Eve, the palace banquet is not over yet, let all the lovers and their families just stand in the snow, blowing the cold wind Seeing you compete with Wuming, it’s not good after all, why don’t you make an appointment for another date!”

Zhong Shuo's face was full of joy, "What date does Your Majesty want to make an appointment? My father and I will go back to northern Xinjiang on the [-]th day of the first month. If Your Majesty wants to make an appointment, it must be before the [-]th day of the first month!"

He also knew that he couldn't defeat Wuming today, so he wanted to go back and take advantage of these days to study how to defeat Wuming.

Zhong Mo took this as a tactic to coax Zhong Shuo back first, and agreed.

"I remember, before the sixteenth day of the first lunar month."

Zhong Mo was afraid that something would happen if Zhong Shuo stayed here, so he took him to plead guilty to Feng Jin, and left first, while everyone returned to the Chonghua Palace, and the palace banquet continued.

Feng Jin picked up a glass of wine and stood up.

Everyone understood that it was the empress who was about to toast, and quickly stood up holding the wine glasses.

Feng Jin raised his wine glass high, and Qingyue's voice echoed in the Chonghua Hall, "Today is New Year's Eve, thank you dear dears for your hard work for the country over the past year, and I have nothing to repay you. I would like to offer this wine to all dear dears One cup, I will do it first as a respect!"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Jin drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Wei Chen!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

All civil and military officials said in unison, and drank up the wine in their cups one after another.

"Tonight, there is no distinction between monarchs and ministers, and there is no customary etiquette. Dear friends, please feel free."

After Feng Jin sat down, everyone dared to sit down.

Everyone is waiting for Prime Minister Pei to toast Feng Jin. It is like this every year. Prime Minister Pei takes the lead, and the others dare to toast the Queen one by one according to their official positions and ranks. liquor.

After all, there are several first-rank ministers, the six ministers are all first-rank, and Liu Zhao and Liu Yushi of Yushitai are also first-rank, but the only ones who are superior are Pei Xiang and General Zhong Mo.

Zhong Mo withdrew early, among the civil and military officials present, Prime Minister Pei was the highest rank, and he was also the chief assistant. If he didn't take the lead, no one would dare to go past him to toast Feng Jin.

And Pei Xiu seemed to have forgotten about it, and sat lazily on the table, enjoying the singing and dancing with a smile on his face, and even gave a few praises from time to time.

Although the sound of silk strings could be heard endlessly in the Chonghua Palace, and the dancers were dancing gracefully, everyone felt a chilly atmosphere permeating the air.

(End of this chapter)