The emperor's plan: to rule the world

Chapter 132 Hurt each other
Feng Yu stopped in her tracks, looked at him coldly, and after a long while, smiled with her lips curled up: "This king hasn't had a match with Lord Right Prime Minister for a long time."

Rong Qian's face froze.

But looking at his appearance, I still can't help feeling gloating: "Now?"

Feng Yu pursed her lips: "Right now."

Rong Qian: "...OK."

He didn't believe that he couldn't beat an injured patient.

The rational Luo Ting stopped the two of them: "The court officials are brawling openly, do you two want to be punished or go to Zhao Prison for two days?"

The two looked at each other.

They really forgot about it.

Rong Qian shook his head decisively: "Forget it."

He doesn't want to be hit by a board, not to mention the pain, the most important thing is where to put his face?

Is he shameless?

Feng Yu snorted: "Do you dare to wait for this king to heal from injury and challenge this king one-on-one?"

Rong Qian smiled and shook his head: "The truth is not available."

Feng Yu said angrily: "This king has never seen someone as brazen as you."

Rong Qian said with a smile: "I have never seen someone as beautiful as a prince. It's true that even women would feel ashamed."

This knife stabbed right in the heart!
Feng Yu's face turned blue.

They have done things like stabbing each other in the heart before, but for a heartless and heartless person like Tanshang Rongqian, Feng Yu is doomed to failure.

Worried about his anger, Luo Ting said helplessly, "Bingjun."

Rong Qian was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "Just shut up the truth."

It has been many years since he was called by his name. After careful calculation, it should be from the time when he became the head of the Rong family.

The four kings were far away from him, and Qin Shu, Chu Xuan didn't see each other often, and he had come here by himself for so many years...

For seven years, Bingjun adjusted the Four Seasons, and one prison city came to Su.

The patriarch of the Rong family, Rong Qian, whose style name is Bingjun, inherited the position of the patriarch of the Rong family at the age of Guan.

Few people know that his calligraphy was personally bestowed by Dayan's empress.

Feng Yu's face became even uglier.

Luo Ting was also very helpless, as soon as these two people met, they would stab each other and neither would let the other go. They hadn't made any progress for so many years.

With a cold face, Feng Yu walked forward without saying a word.

Facing such a man with a poisonous mouth, he was afraid that he couldn't help but beat him up.

If he really did it, he would definitely suffer now.

Rong Qian followed with a smile, walking silently all the way to the Boundless Palace.

The Boundless Palace was as cold and quiet as ever, and clusters of red plum blossoms were in full bloom. The flamboyant and warm colors were incompatible with this cold palace.

Seeing a few people coming over without even changing their court clothes, Zouyue bowed her knees and saluted: "You two princes, Mr. Prime Minister, Your Highness is not in the Boundless Palace right now."

Rong Qian said: "Let's find Mo Yan, and then..." Pointing to Feng Yu: "Cure this wound."

"Yes."

Of course he knew that His Royal Highness Xuanwu King came to treat the wound, and Zouyue got up and led the way, leading them towards the medicine house.

The Boundless Palace has always believed in the principle that if you can kill, you must be able to save people. Therefore, the wound medicine here is the best in the palace. When several people saw Mo Yan lying on the soft couch, they were still in a coma. His wound has been bandaged with medicine, and Si Zhuoyuan is packing up those bottles and cans.

Luo Ting asked unexpectedly, "You treated his wound yourself?"

Si Zhuoyuan hummed: "There is no trace of medicine on his wound, it's pretty good that he can survive until now."

Several people were silent for a while.

　There's another chapter coming later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)