"King of the South" Feng Yi's cold face was suddenly covered with a layer of ice, and the color of his eyes was as cold as a secluded pool: "When did the prime minister become the prime minister of the southern country?"

After Yan Feiting heard this, his always colorless face suddenly changed unpredictably, and he hurriedly surrendered his hand to plead guilty: "The king is too worried, and his subordinates just think that Wei Guo's move is clearly trying to take advantage of the queen's intentions."

"Oh" The cold face eased a little, Feng Yihan moved his eyes, his eyes fell on the file he was holding, waved his hand, and said lightly: "This matter is decided by the king, and Prime Minister Lao is worried, step down."

Yan Feiting saluted according to his words, and before leaving, if he glanced at the king on the high position meaningfully, he couldn't accept all this, he really couldn't figure out why he could look down on the current situation so much, could it really be that he was looking at the wrong person, no, all this can only be blamed on the red face and trouble, all this really stems from her.

"Why, Yan Xiang still has something to play" Feng Yihan raised his eyes, his eyes swept over Yan Feiting's body, and when he saw the hand that was slightly clenched into a fist, the smile between his eyes deepened: "Yan Xiang doesn't seem to be as indifferent as before"

Yan Feiting stared at the charming smile that appeared on that beautiful face, and was slightly stunned, such a smile seemed familiar

Yes, once upon a time, he was deeply moved by such self-confidence, and it was this smile that made him decisively turn his back on the prince and follow the king in front of him.

"What does the king mean" He looked back at Feng Yihan blankly, and he admitted that there had never been a moment when he had seen through him.

"This king said that this king will have his own plans for this king, step aside" The person in the high position glanced out of the window, then lowered his head, his eyes were not clear, only the smile on his lips made Yan Feiting's heart suddenly put aside.

"Your Majesty obeys the order," he bowed slightly, and then turned to leave without a hint of hesitation.

Yan Feiting retreated as he said and gradually disappeared from Feng Yihan's sight.

The man put down the case file in his hand, and the background color of his eyes changed myriadly, sometimes cold, sometimes so deep that it was difficult to guess the deep meaning of it, and even the people in the dark were slightly distracted, just secretly speculating on it, and already felt that its deep meaning was like an abyss.

"Yun, what can you see" The deep and charming voice suddenly pulled back the thoughts of the cloud in the dark, only to hear a low voice come out: "The person who the prime minister thinks of must be the one who hinders the prime minister's progress" The white fingers of the white finger, such anger must be produced on the person who hinders his future.

"Yun, do you know that there are some things that you should keep in your heart even if you see them" The words fell, the man's thin lips rose slightly, and his beautiful face was full of incomprehensible expressions.

"Yes, Yun understands" the jaw of the man in the shadows.

"But" The low voice paused, Feng Yihan supported half of his face with one hand, and his voice was a little lazy: "You see more real than anyone else, this king appreciates your carefulness that can see through all the subtleties"

"Qin Yueshe" squeaked, but still asked this question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"You go to Dongyang to meet her, when you are needed, this king will command" The faint voice overflowed, Feng Yihan stared out the window, staring thoughtfully at the light.

"Yes" A low groan was heard, and in an instant, the person in the shadows disappeared without a trace.

The wind suddenly rose, and suddenly, the whole room was silent, as if no one was there, and the man in front of the case looked out the window thoughtfully.

After a long time, Feng Yihan got up and walked in the direction of Twilight Palace.

As soon as I arrived at the Twilight Palace, I saw Yan'er and a group of palace people standing outside the Twilight Palace, and Yan'er's face was a little anxious.

After everyone saluted, Feng Yihan retreated from the palace behind him and walked into the Dusk Jing Palace alone, looking around, his eyes falling on the woman standing in front of the bright window.

The breeze blows slowly, gently raising the purple tent in the hall, rising and falling, and the tent curtain dances.

In front of the bright window, the woman's light veil danced in the wind, and the silver hair of the shawl rose in the air, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

Feng Yihan hooked his lips and slowly walked towards the woman, wanting to go behind her and hug her into his arms, but he didn't expect that the woman came back to her senses and turned around at the moment she got closer.

Nangong Luojing looked at the man in front of her with a stunned face, he always appeared to catch her off guard.

"Why don't you eat" Feng Yihan stretched out his hand to stop the woman's posture of wanting Ying Ying to kneel, and put the soft wattle that the woman placed in front of him in the palm of his hand.

Nangong Luo Jing stared at the thing on the table, shook his head, and was silent.

"I don't have a good appetite, or the food doesn't taste good," he reached out and pulled her into his arms, caressing the long hair with great affection.

"No" Nangong Luo Jing snuggled into that soft chest, closed his eyes, and replied lightly: "Ye'er still refuses to forgive me"

"Ye'er, she is just dissatisfied with the ruthlessness of this king" Feng Yihan paused and responded softly.

"Miss Situ, where did she go" After Situ Yuli was exposed that day, Feng Yihan was angry and ordered someone to take her into custody, she never saw this woman again, that woman should be loved by everyone, with her appearance and gentleness, she should have a good home

"Jing'er doesn't have to worry, Yu'er, she just went to a place far away from this palace, away from the people who hurt her heart," Feng Yihan soothed Nangong Luo Jing's back.

"Hmm," he replied, telling her that he had not put her to death.

"It turns out that this thorn has been stuck in your heart for half a year, why don't you ask directly" Feng Yihan pulled Nangong Luojing out of his arms, and looked at her with straight eyes, not blaming, but pity.

But he didn't know that if he said thorns, Feng Yeyu was the thorn in Nangong Luojing's heart, she was like a stranger to her in the past half a year, Feng Yeyu was pretending to be in front of her layer by layer, and her heart was indeed full of sadness.

Nangong Luo Jing pursed her lips, looked at the phoenix eyes full of pity, and a smile unconsciously climbed up the corners of her mouth.

Feng Yihan looked at the smile and was slightly stunned, then gently hooked the woman's lower forehead with his hand, and stepped forward: "Don't take anything to heart, tell me if you know?"

The soft breath came to his face, Nangong Luo Jing blinked, and replied with a smile: "Jing'er obeys" The words were still in his mouth, and his thin lips were gently covered by the man's slightly cool lips.

"The king" overflowed in a coquettish voice, and Nangong Luo Jing's cheeks, which were originally slightly flushed, instantly turned crimson.

The tip of his tongue intertwined, and he rubbed her into his arms, greedily sucking the tenderness from her mouth that he couldn't let go.