Chapter 207: Pilgrimage (3)

"Nope! No! No! The Hanlin medical officer kowtowed again and again, panicking, "The king's fate is greater than the sky!" The king's destiny is greater than the sky! Guilty of lowly duty! Guilty of lowly duty! ”

"The king's destiny is greater than the sky?" Murong Qian's voice was full of chills, "So...... The king wants his ministers to die, should the ministers die? ”

The Hanlin medical officer made his body tremble, and bit his lower lip desperately, his lips gradually turned white, oozing blood beads: "...... minister"

"The minister is late, and I hope that the lord of the country will forgive his sins!" A sedan chair was lifted around the twists and turns and landed at the entrance of the hall.

Feng Yansi leaned on the sick sedan chair in a purple dress and tilted his head, raised his sleeves and made a gesture towards Murong Qian, but before the ceremony was completed, he covered his mouth and coughed in pain.

Murong Qian looked at Feng Yansi's aging appearance, with no compassion and even more disgust. Murong Qian didn't know how he put on this posture, obviously to compromise the prestige of the new monarch and damage the dignity of the royal family! Thinking of this, his tone couldn't help but increase a little: "Feng Shizhao, what crime should you be guilty of?" ”

Feng Yansi saw that Li Yu didn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward to help, he was already unhappy, half-closed his eyes, and replied lazily: "Ahem!" The old body feels the ancestors, washes his face with tears all day long, the remnants of his body are sick, he goes to the palace and sees things and thinks about people, and the sorrow can not be cut off, so that he missed the time and failed to congratulate in the Chengxin Hall in time, and please forgive the lord of the country! He chuckled in his heart, and looked up to his identity as a veteran of the three dynasties, relying on the prestige of the court for many years, how can Li Yu, a child who has just ascended the throne and is not stable, tolerate him?

Everyone knows that Feng Yansi, the old fox, is intertwined with the power of the court, although he has been demoted to the edict of the Hanlin Academy, he still enjoys the treatment of the prime minister, and the ancestor just turned a blind eye to it when he was alive. After all, Feng Yansi is a veteran of the important ministers, and now he is seriously ill, once Murong Qian does not handle it well, it will chill the hearts of the old ministers in the court, and he will fall into an unkind name; At worst, it will encourage the disrespect of the hundred officials and make the royal prestige ruined.

Murong Qian was put in front of everyone's eyes by Feng Yansi, and he was really in a dilemma.

Murong Qian's scorching gaze scorched on Feng Yansi's face inch by inch, but Feng Yansi only looked at it, holding on to the handle, as if he was in unbearable pain, and sighed vigorously.

The two of them were in such a stalemate, and the occasional lotus incense sent by the wind was also blown away by the dull breathing.

"Mr. Feng, you remember the emperor so much, such loyalty, it is really moving!" Everyone was swept away by the sudden sound of words, and it was a child who spoke. Although he is a child, the pale gold color of his body has undoubtedly revealed the dignity of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

While speaking, Li Zhongyu walked up to Feng Yansi and saluted Feng Yansi.

Feng Yansi was slightly stunned, and when he saw the face of the person who saluted clearly, he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, if it was really the young son's ignorance, Li Zhongyu's gift raised Feng Yansi's identity and belittled the dignity of the royal family! Feng Yansi pretended to be ashamed, coughed weakly a few times, waved his hand and said: "The monarch envoys are courteous, and the ministers are loyal!" This should have been, the way of the monarch and minister of the Southern Tang Dynasty! ”

"The way of the monarch and the minister, the lord respects the minister, and the minister should abide by his duty, humble and fearful!" Li Zhongyu looked at Feng Yansi, but there was majesty in his immature child's voice, "Zhongyu doesn't know, since Mr. Feng is so loyal, why did he forget the words of the lord?" ”

"The words of the Lord, Weichen dare not forget a point!" Feng Yansi snorted coldly, not taking his words to heart at all, "The Lord has always warned his ministers to respect their teachers!" As he spoke, his gaze gently swept over the people in the hall, and he slowly lowered his eyelids.

"But ......" Li Zhongyu raised his golden crown and said righteously, "The current lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty is the father and emperor!" ”