Yan Feiting, who realized this, didn't dare to make a mistake in front of Feng Yihan because he had the courage to do so, so he bowed down and said respectfully: "The princess is angry, the old minister really doesn't mean this."

His eyes raised slightly, he looked at Feng Yihan and then said again: "Lao Chen just feels that the time has not come."

"The time has not come, then Prime Minister Yan, when do you think is the best time" asked rhetorically, Feng Yeyu looked at Yan Feiting with a cold face2, she wanted to see how long this old fox could quibble, he quibbled, she wanted him to have a hard time.

"This" squeaked, Yan Feiting did make Feng Yeyu's words speechless.

Even if there is hatred in his heart, he is not easy to attack, so he can only swallow his anger.

And the reason why he was willing to swallow his anger was that the power he had consolidated for many years had been disintegrated by Feng Yihan to the point that only a little bit of power in the court remained, and in the current situation, there was no room for him to turn over, and now he had to be more cautious in his words and deeds, and not let them seize any handles.

He bowed and said in a more respectful tone than just now: "What the princess said is that Wei Chen has no objections."

"You"

"Don't mess around at night, the prime minister today is not your attendant, let you count it" Feng Yichen's cold voice fell, interrupting Feng Yeyu's voice vividly, Feng Yeyu, who just wanted to say something more, gathered the thorns in his body, and there was a trace of resentment in his heart that was difficult to vent.

Feng Yeyu glanced at him, didn't say anything but turned his eyes to look at her brother Feng Yihan, thinking about it, since she entered this imperial study, she hadn't seen her brother Wang replace the coldness on his face, and remembered the purpose of his coming here, instead of just reprimanding Yan Feiting, he turned his head to look at Feng Yichen beside her, and saw that he was expressionless, so he opened his mouth and said: "Brother Wang, Ye'er heard that General Murong ordered someone to send back a letter, right?"

Feng Yeyu's voice was so crisp in this huge hall, as loud as jade throwing on the ground.

Feng Yihan, who had been sitting in front of the desk, did not answer her question in time, so the silence in the room became as quiet as death, and no one dared to speak loudly.

Feng Yeyu looked at Feng Yihan with some embarrassment, she didn't know if she was too presumptuous just now, so she provoked Feng Yihan to face her so coldly, without saying a word, with apologies, Yu Guang glanced at Yan Feiting who was standing on the side, and just wanted to speak, she heard Feng Yihan open her mouth and say:

"Prime Minister Yan, you should retire first"

As soon as the words fell, he saw Yan Feiting arch his hand and said, "Yes, Weichen retired."

And Yan Feiting's expression when he spoke at this moment also fell into Feng Yichen's eyes, he looked at him with a straight face and even a trace of panic, and thought of something in his heart

Yan Feiting bowed down and retreated, and then strode out of the imperial study.

Seeing Yan Feiting disappear from her eyes, the big stone in Feng Yeyu's heart made her can't wait to open her mouth: "Brother Wang, how is the battle situation on the Murong border" I wanted to mention Murong He when I opened my mouth, but due to the woman's reserve, Feng Yeyu immediately changed her words.

And Feng Yihan, who had already known Feng Yeyu's mood, said with a smile on his lips: "I know that you didn't come here to care about the war, and you can't see it, but Brother Wang can tell you that the war on the border is going well."

"It's going well" means he's safe and sound, right?

The joy on Feng Yeyu's face could be seen at a glance, and after Feng Yihan said that sentence to her, he moved his eyes to Feng Yichen beside her, but the smile on his face was slightly reduced: "Yan Feiting's power has been disintegrated, and now, it is not easy for him to fight to the death."

As soon as Feng Yihan's voice fell, Feng Yeyu hurriedly continued: "I have noticed it since Ye'er stepped into this imperial study, so Ye'er didn't forget to damage him."

Listening to what she said, Feng Yichen shouldn't have laughed, but couldn't help but smile more on his serious face: "It's really getting more and more naughty, do you want to praise you for finally learning to judge the situation?"

The thought-like action was placed in front of Feng Yeyu, and she couldn't help but hang her head and hiccup.

Halfway through the laugh, I didn't forget to sigh: "It's been a long time since I've had a hearty conversation like this with the two royal brothers~"

Feng Yeyu's feelings made the faint smile on Feng Yihan's face gradually disappear, replaced by a faint worry.

"Han, what are you thinking" A low voice overflowed from his lips, looking at the expression on Feng Yihan's face, Feng Yichen had a little more thought in his heart, he knew that he had too many things on his mind, but there were some things on his mind that he had never talked about, and only occasionally showed such a look.

As Feng Yichen's voice fell, Feng Yeyu also suddenly realized the expression on Feng Yihan's face, but when she wanted to say something, the expression that had just been revealed on that handsome face had been replaced, leaving only the smile on the corner of her mouth.

Looking at this scene, Feng Yeyu subconsciously glanced at Feng Yichen, she knew that Feng Yihan had been suffering a lot of things, since he inherited the throne, his body was growing wildly day by day without help and helplessness, but he couldn't say that he was tired.

As a king, he has his position, manipulating the life and death of others, and it is related to the survival and happiness of the people of the world, and the dawn of life, because of these, it shows that he is not an ordinary person.

He has his helplessness, his most wordless pain, he can get what others want most, but he can easily get anything, but he can't even say a simple word "tired".

It's sad, isn't it.

Thinking in her heart, before she knew it, her eyes were already aware of a hint of moisture.

Slowly walked forward, Feng Yeyu looked at Feng Yihan, wanted to say something comforting but didn't know how to say it for a while, just looked at him fixedly.

Looking at the tears swirling in Feng Yeyu's eyes, Feng Yihan got up and walked in front of her, looked at her, and asked softly: "It's not in the way, but I'm a little tired, why is Ye'er crying again?"

"What" Listening to Feng Yihan's ridicule, Feng Yeyu immediately retorted with a feeling of loss: "Ye'er just thought of something for a while, how can Brother Wang make fun of Ye'er"

"Okay, okay" With a hint of pampering, Feng Yichen patted Feng Yeyu's head: "Knowing that General Murong is fine, shouldn't you also rest assured?"

"Brother Wang joked about Ye'er again, not worried about him" Feng Yeyu dodged his eyes, his eyes drooping slightly.