Xiling Feng Evening Pavilion

The solemn faces of the guards outside the pavilion were softened by the palace lights.

In the pavilion, Feng Yihan was dressed in purple clothes. In the dim light, the noble aristocratic temperament is still undiminished. The coldness and indifference between the eyebrows showed a bit of elegance with the slight closure of a pair of phoenix eyes.

The cool breeze poured into the pavilion from all directions, and the curtain rose and fell when it was blown, but with a hint of mystery that could not be seen.

"Ministers meet the king!" Yan Feiting's voice was still full of energy.

Feng Yihan turned his back to the visitor, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "The voice is loud... It seems that the king's face is not old. The meaning of ridicule was very strong, and as soon as the voice fell, he turned around and looked at Yan Feiting who bowed to him in front of him.

I saw that his face was still calm and calm, and he no longer wanted to make jokes about him, and got back to business, "Did Yan Qing find something?" The thing in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a chilling light.

"The minister received news that the guards around King Wei colluded with a certain prince in Dongyang, and King Wei is now under house arrest in his palace. ”

"That prince is Dongyang, which prince didn't find out?"

"Not yet... When investigating this matter, it was detected, and the death of the secret guard and the wounded made it more difficult to investigate. Yan Feiting was still calm and unusually calm. And the young monarch in front of him seemed to be thoughtful, his wind-blown hair was scattered on his handsome and slender body, and a pair of phoenix eyes were as charming as ghosts.

"What does Yan Xiang think their intentions are?" Feng Yihan supported his forehead with one hand and slowly walked out of the pavilion.

"Since ancient times, the battle for the throne has been done in every possible way..." Yan Feiting realized that what he was saying now might anger the king in front of him, so he stopped, and the words that came to his mouth were stuck in his throat.

The struggle for the throne is a war without gunpowder, a conspiracy to put people to death, fighting openly and secretly, fratricidal, trust in the struggle for power, just a tool to destroy the opponent... Thinking of this, Feng Yihan couldn't help frowning slightly, there was an impenetrable depth in his eyes, and he spoke for a long time before he spoke, "Go on." ”

"Defending the country is between Dongyang and Xiling, and if you get Wei, you can get closer to Xiling, which is a good time for the princes of Dongyang to make meritorious contributions, and naturally they will not let it go easily!"

The king once asked the minister if Xiling wanted to destroy Dongyang if he had a chance of winning, and the minister's answer at that time was "No, it will only lose both." ", but, with the current situation, Dongyang wants to take over the country to deal with our dynasty, since that's the case, why not..." Halfway through his words, he stopped at this point, Yan Feiting looked at the king in front of him, his eyes were cold, and he knew that some things didn't need to be said too clearly.

The next words, Feng Yihan understood.

Since he ascended the throne, Dongyang's fear of Xiling has increased day by day, one of which is that Weiguo is blocked between the two countries, except for Weiguo, Dongyang relies on geographical advantages to invade Xiling, but they dare not do it blatantly!

"Yan Xiang means that the war between Dongyang and Xiling is about to expand, and he persuades the king to bring the country over? Directly destroy the guard, and then raise troops to attack Dongyang?" Feng Yihan raised his eyebrows lightly, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his words were slightly as leisurely as a spring breeze, but there was a bit of chill in the corners of his eyes.

"One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, this truth should be understood by the king better than Weichen. ”

"The face does not change, it is still unmoved, and the face is really worthy of being the famous cold-faced prime minister!" The cold and piercing words passed by the wind, making people tremble.

"The eleventh prince of Dongyang and the third princess of Weiguo are about to get married, and he is in Weiguo as the general of Dongyang, and the minister received the news that the ninth prince of Dongyang has already wanted to deal with his younger brother, presumably he is the one who puts the king under house arrest!" Yan Feiting heard his annoyance, but he still said his thoughts.

"This king doesn't need Yan Qing to teach this king to do things!" The sleeves that bulged up with the wind were thrown up fiercely, crossed an arc in the air, and landed behind the handsome man.

"The king, please calm your anger, the minister doesn't mean that..." Yan Feiting frowned slightly, glanced at the angry man in front of him, and thought to himself, when he destroyed Chen, Qin, and Zhou, he had never seen him so angry, so hesitant, and he refused to move the country alone.

"That's the end of today, this king is tired, go down!" There is still no expression on his face, but he can make people feel an invisible momentum.

"Minister's resignation!" Yan Feiting made an arch gesture and turned to leave.

At this moment, Feng Yihan's thoughts were even more chaotic. The wind was cold, but he was unconscious. I didn't even notice the extra figure behind me.

The woman stopped the guard from announcing it, and instead took the cloak from the maid's hand and draped it over him.

It was the touch of the clothes that made him suddenly aware of the person behind him. Looking back, I saw a pair of eyes that were as tender as water.

"Yu'er... Why did you come out so late?" the cold voice did not carry any variegation.

"Yu'er has just been to the Longqian Palace, and the guards said that the cold is here, so Yu'er came over. In the words, the woman's coquettish color was fully revealed, if other men had already admired her, but she knew that the man in front of her was different, and his difference was the most attractive to her.

"Hmm. A simple answer, without any emotion.

He was still indifferent to her, which made her feel that the wind of the night had chilled her heart, but she still smiled, because she had a better advantage than the woman, that is, she was by his side.

"Qing'er, send Miss back to Yuyang Palace. "Underneath the apathetic exterior, cold and ruthless.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and a little tear appeared in her eyes. "Why... Why... Han rejected Yuli thousands of miles away, and Han's indifference made Yu'er very sad, very sad... Don't you understand these colds? I really don't understand..." It's not hysterical venting, but a voice that borders on despair, tears gushing out like a spring, as if pouring out tears that haven't been shed for many years...

The woman in front of him cried in front of his eyes like a pear blossom, but his heart was unconscious, what he was thinking about was still the woman who made him want to catch like the wind, and his concern for her deepened day by day, such feelings proved in Situ Yuli's crying that his feelings for Nangong Luojing were so deep.

"Yu'er, this king has arranged another residence for you, and in a few days, someone will take care of everything for you. Feng Yihan turned sideways and stopped looking at her, his eyes fell on the dark distance, with some complicated feelings in his eyes.