When Feng Yewu heard this, she smiled softly: "No, I am far inferior to my father, but I have a long life." ”

She said this pun, and the deep meaning of it was only known to Wang Changgeng, and Wang Changgeng strode away: "Then I wish Your Majesty a long life and a hundred years old!" ”

Seeing that he was gone, the rest of the people also withdrew.

After the morning of the second day, Feng Yewu saw Zhao Muyang in the apse: "How is it?" Did you find anything? ”

Zhao Muyang shook his head ashamedly: "Your Majesty forgives me, the minister has not found out any useful information yet, the assassin seems to have come out of the ground directly, no one has seen her, let alone knows her." ”

Feng Yewu put down the teacup in his hand and said sarcastically: "Yo, it seems that this Penglai Pavilion is not simple." ”

"Please Your Majesty give the minister another period of time, Penglai Pavilion has disappeared for two years, and there are not many people who know about this killer organization, so it is very difficult to investigate."

"Then I'll give you another period of time, I don't believe that this Penglai Pavilion can not show a trace of horses' feet!"

Zhao Muyang took the order to go down, Lu Jue, who was sitting on the side, had a very ugly face, and Feng Yewu asked when he saw this, "Why are you so pale?" ”

Lu Jue shook his head and knelt in front of Feng Yewu, his tone was very low: "Your Majesty Xie cares, the slave just feels that he is very useless, and he has not helped His Majesty for half a point." ”

Feng Yewu was keenly aware of Lu Jue's loss and chagrin, and chuckled: "You saved my life, haven't you helped me yet?" ”

Lu Jue knelt on the ground, speechless, still so frustrated and self-blaming.

Even if Feng Yewu has lived for two lives, he doesn't know how to appease a person.

"Would you like to dine with me?" His Majesty the Emperor Feng Yewu said tentatively.

Lu Jue shook his head silently, and after bowing to Feng Yewu: "The slave wears a sinful body, where is the qualification to eat with Your Majesty, Your Majesty has breakfast, and the slave will retire first." ”

Lu Jue pressed the wound on his body, got up and left.

I wanted to appease Lu Jue, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating, Feng Yewu knocked on her forehead, and couldn't understand why.

In the next few days, Feng Yewu did not look for Lu Jue again, and Lu Jue never came to ask to see Feng Yewu, and the relationship between the two was lukewarm.

On this day, after reviewing the recital in the middle of the morning, Feng Yewu was a little tired and said to Han Yue: "Let's go, accompany me to the Imperial Garden." ”

Han Yue followed Feng Yewu in small steps and followed her to the Imperial Garden.

Standing among the flowers and plants, breathing in the fresh air, Feng Yewu only felt comfortable physically and mentally, and then she heard the sound of sword waving, as if someone was practicing martial arts in the imperial garden.

Han Yue's face sank, I don't know which one dared to practice martial arts in the imperial garden, didn't I know that His Majesty had just been stabbed by a thief not long ago?

She wanted to step forward and scold her with a calm face, but Feng Yewu stopped her, Feng Yewu raised her slender eyebrows, signaled Han Yue not to make a sound, and walked over by herself.

Hanyue also hurriedly followed.

The master and servant stood behind the flowers, the pink flowers bloomed vigorously, blocking the figures of the two tightly, coupled with the geographical advantage, they could clearly see the person who practiced martial arts, but the person could not see them.

Unexpectedly, it was Lu Jue who practiced martial arts.

Feng Yewu frowned, she thought that Lu Jue was recuperating from his injuries during this time, but she didn't expect him to come to the Imperial Garden to practice martial arts.

The dancing girl who stabbed Feng Yewu was ruthless, Lu Jue was seriously injured, and the imperial doctor almost failed to pull him back from the Ghost Gate, he didn't have a good rest, what did he do to toss himself like this?

Feng Yewu was a little annoyed.

Han Yue saw Feng Yewu's ugly face, and said tentatively: "Your Majesty, do you want the slave to scold Lu Gongzi, his injury is not healed, and practicing martial arts can only make the wound open." ”

Feng Yewu shook his head: "No need, let him go." ”

After returning to the apse, Feng Yewu held a red pen in her right hand, and there was a book spread out on the desk, but she didn't leave a single pen for half a day, and her heart was full of Lu Jue.

Feng Yewu didn't know what she was upset about, and she couldn't understand why she was worried about Lu Jue, even if it was her father, she had never been so concerned.

simply threw the red pen directly on the inkstone and called the cold moon.

"Take my token, go to the Tai Hospital to get some medicinal materials to replenish qi and nourish blood, and take a few gifts from my private treasury and bring them to Lu Jue."

Han Yue's eyes widened in some consternation, His Majesty the Emperor is still the first time to give gifts to people, there are precious medicinal materials and gifts or something, can be so attentive by His Majesty, this Lu Gongzi does not know that it is a blessing from several generations of cultivation.

Han Yue owed: "No." ”

When Han Yue turned to leave, Feng Yewu called out to Han Yue again: "You wait, when I see Lu Jue, tell him that if you want to practice martial arts, you won't hold it until your injury is healed, and you will practice martial arts by dragging your wounds, but I don't have the heart to let the imperial doctor save him again." ”

Han Yue pursed her lips and bowed again: "No." ”

After arriving at the place, Lu Jue saw that it was Hanyue, and raised his sharp eyebrows in surprise: "I don't know why Hanyue girl is here for me?" ”

Han Yue handed the things he was carrying to Lu Jue and said with a smile: "This is what His Majesty asked the slave to prepare for Lu Gongzi." ”

Lu Jue was very surprised: "Why does Your Majesty want to give these slaves?" ”