Murong He glanced at Feng Yeyu, who was anxious to call him to hurry up, and couldn't help but show a little surprise.

"Why does the general look at this palace like this" Feng Yeyu did not show a trace of a woman's shyness, and met the pair of eyes that made her also puzzled.

Seeing the confusion on Feng Yeyu's face, Murong He suddenly reacted to his gaffe, and immediately arched his hand and said: "The subordinates are presumptuous, I hope the princess will forgive her sins."

With a wave of her hand, Feng Yeyu turned her eyes back to Feng Yihan's body, she looked at the evil smile on his face, and felt that it seemed that Brother Wang had a plan, but she couldn't guess his plan.

"The subordinates are brave, I don't know that the king announced that the subordinates entered the palace today" hesitated slightly, and Murong and his head also lowered: "I don't know why the king wants to summon his subordinates"

At this moment, Feng Yihan was sitting in front of the case, picked up the tea on the case, took a sip, and then said in a quiet voice: "Today, this king announced that Murong Qing's family entered the palace, mainly because he wanted Murong Qing's family to think of a plan for this king."

"The best of both worlds" Murong He muttered suspiciously: "I don't know what the king said" As soon as the words fell, Murong He looked at Feng Yeyu, this morning above the hall, the visit of the envoys of the southern kingdom was discussed by the ministers, Feng Yihan was worried, and at noon, the king summoned him, and at this moment, only he and Feng Yeyu were present, and he did not dare to speculate more about his intentions.

Feng Yihan glanced at Murong He, who was standing respectfully in front of him, and when he saw the expression on his face, he saw a hint of clues, and said unhurriedly: "What this king said is exactly what the envoy of the southern kingdom came to."

"King Qiqi, the subordinates didn't think of any way to achieve both, presumably other adults would be more likely to think of it than the subordinates" Murong He knew that this matter was a tricky matter for Feng Yihan.

This time, the king of the south sent an envoy to ask for marriage, and the surface work was done.

Nanwang's move to ask his relatives is a ruthless move, he wants Feng Yihan to have no way to go forward, no way to retreat, so he can only stand obediently in place and be at his mercy.

"Does Murong Qing's family think this king still has time to think about it" A cold voice overflowed from between the thin lips, without revealing a trace of emotion, which made people listen a little cold.

Feng Yeyu, who was listening to the conversation between the two, looked at her brother Wang and then at Murong He, although she didn't know why Brother Wang was worried about this matter, but she knew that there must be reasons she couldn't think of during this period. Although she didn't guess it through, she could still think of a countermeasure that could do both, so she couldn't help but open her mouth and said: "Brother Wang, there is a way for Ye'er, I don't know if Brother Wang is willing to listen."

"Oh, you have a way" Feng Yihan stared at Feng Yeyu with a smug face: "Then the king will listen to Ye'er's opinion"

"Brother Xie Wang" Feng Yeyu blessed his body, his face was unconcealed happiness, and he couldn't help but immediately want to show his ability, and asked with interest: "Nanwang can name and ask Ye'er to marry"

"I didn't have it, I just said that I wanted to ask the king's sister to marry the southern kingdom" Feng Yihan didn't say much, and answered Feng Yeyu's question with a straight face.

"Anyone can understand the meaning of this words, his purpose is to let Ye'er get married" Speaking of this, Feng Yeyu became angry, couldn't help but stomp his feet, and said in his heart: Hateful King Nan, I Feng Yeyu want you to be unprofitable, and finally return empty-handed.

"This is what the king and all the ministers know" Feng Yihan got up, stared at the brightness outside the window, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "That's what Ye'er wants to say"

"Brother Wang underestimated Ye'er, Ye'er is not so short-sighted" Feng Yeyu retorted: "What Ye'er wants to say is that since he didn't specify that it was Ye'er, how about Brother Wang give him another Wang sister"

Feng Yeyu was secretly proud of the idea she had come up with, and the smile on her face bloomed like a delicate flower: "In this way, Brother Wang not only kills two birds with one stone, but also treats others in his own way, why not do it."

After Feng Yeyu's words fell, Feng Yihan didn't comment directly, but instead asked Murong He's opinion: "Does Murong Qing's family think the princess's strategy is feasible?"

The sudden question made Murong He slightly stunned, and arched his hand: "The subordinate thinks that if the envoy has never seen the princess, this strategy is feasible, but now, the envoy has already seen the princess, and when the time comes, the king of the south may not give up, so it gives the king of the south a chance to attack in a big way, so the minister thinks it may not be feasible."

"Ye'er, General Murong's words, have you ever heard clearly" Feng Yihan turned to Feng Yeyu and said.

"Ye'er heard it clearly, but what should I do, none of you came up with it, and what I wanted to come up with was vetoed, I can't do anything else" Feng Yeyu crossed his hands on his chest, muttered, and said depressedly.

"The king, the subordinates have a strategy, I don't know if it is feasible or not"

Feng Yeyu was really attracted by Murong He's words, and without Feng Yihan's permission, he echoed on the side: "The general has something to say quickly, no matter what it is, as long as he can prevent this palace from marrying another country."

Murong He listened to Feng Yeyu's impatient voice, and subconsciously looked at Feng Yihan, until he nodded in agreement, he replied: "If the princess is already married, then it will be in vain for King Nan to do anything."

"Out, get married" Feng Yeyu took a few steps back, and his eyes fell back on Feng Yihan and Murong He, and it was after Murong He finished saying this sentence that Feng Yihan's phoenix eyes changed color, which was even more different from what he saw just now.

It was not the same surprise as her, but a kind of determination, as if the idea that had been struggling for a long time made up its mind at this moment.

The next moment, the atmosphere in the hall became particularly depressing, and even Feng Yeyu didn't know why this was happening, but after Murong He made a suggestion, Feng Yihan seemed to fall into a deep thought.

Even if she wanted to disturb her, she didn't dare to disturb Feng Yihan at this moment, so she had to stand silently, waiting for Feng Yihan to announce the decision he had made.

Who knows, the final result was that Feng Yihan said, "This matter, this king will think about it, you all go down first"

"Yes, the subordinate retreats" After Murong He's words, the clenched fists that were hidden in his sleeves gradually relaxed.

"Ye'er, why don't you retreat" Feng Yihan glanced at Feng Yeyu who was standing beside him, retracted his eyes, and said: "Don't worry about this matter, this king will deal with it"

The words that Feng Yeyu still wanted to say were already suppressed in Feng Yihan's throat by Feng Yihan's words, so he had to reluctantly withdraw from the imperial study according to what he said.

After Feng Yihan was the only one left in the hall, he sat back in front of the desk, and his thoughts kept running.

It wasn't until the palace people outside the door came to remind him to have a timely meal that he realized that the sun was already setting and night had arrived.

"Come on, go and announce King Chen into the palace for this king" A cold voice fell, and the palace people who came to report were suddenly excited, and quickly knocked and withdrew from the palace.

From the time Feng Yihan ordered to the time when Feng Yichen entered the palace, it was only a short time of incense.

Looking at the people sitting alone and drinking alone in the pavilion, Feng Yichen slowly walked into the Fengwan Pavilion, bowed his head and said, "The minister greets the king."

"Brother Wang, please get up" Feng Yihan waved his hand, and the smile on his face became more and more obvious: "Come on, prepare a wine glass, and wait for the prince to enter the table."

After that, the palace people beside him poured wine for the empty glass on the table without slacking off for a moment.

Feng Yichen glanced at Feng Yihan before sitting down.

"The king seems to be a little drunk" Feng Yichen looked at Feng Yihan and raised the wine glass in his hand, and drank it all, and couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows.

"Drunk" Feng Yihan stared at the wine glass in his hand, chewing on what Feng Yichen said, and after a while, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Brother Wang, why did he say this?"

"Wine is not drinking, this is what Han said to me" Feng Yichen also picked up the wine glass on the table and said lightly.

Hearing this, Feng Yihan snorted lightly: "Well, this king really said, when, where" After speaking, the jade cup in his hand was already full of liquid, and without hesitation, he drank it all again.

"I won't discuss this issue tonight, this king just wants to drink with Brother Wang" Ning Bei smiled, Feng Yihan raised the wine glass in his hand.

Feng Yichen nodded his head and raised his glass together.

The soft light is reflected on the man's handsome face, and the cold and hard lines also seem a little soft, one cup after another into the stomach, how intoxicating it seems to others, but only Feng Yihan himself knows that the wine in the stomach continues, and the bitter feeling is more and more distinct.

And Feng Yichen, who was sitting next to Feng Yihan, didn't understand his mood at the moment.

Every night is a pain for Feng Yihan, and even the wine that can anesthetize people's minds the most may not be able to hide that incomprehensible pain in his heart.

Du Dao borrowed wine to eliminate his sorrows, but he didn't want to borrow wine to eliminate his sorrows, he just wanted to temporarily numb the infinite longing in his heart, that's all.

"Brother Wang, do you know why Brother Wang entered the palace tonight" I don't know when, Feng Yihan stopped drinking and asked lightly.

Feng Yichen looked at the liquid in the cup, vaguely saw his reflection, suddenly felt a trance, and then suddenly came back to his senses and replied: "I don't know"

"I don't know" A low murmur, a low laugh accompanied by a faint aroma of wine rippled in the pavilion, Feng Yihan stared at the man in front of him and said: "Brother Wang always likes to say that he doesn't know, but he doesn't know that even if Brother Wang doesn't go out, he can know about the affairs of the court, isn't it?"

When the voice fell, Feng Yichen also pursed his lips and smiled, he knew how he could hide everything from the king in front of him, so he nodded.

"Then I don't know what Brother Wang thinks" Feng Yihan slowly raised the jade cup in his hand, and the crystal liquid dripped on the table bit by bit with his movements.

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