Chapter 162: Crisis
Bursts of smoke from the incense burner in the house filled the room. The crisp sound of the bamboo slips colliding with each other is a little harsh in this quiet room.
Feng Chengyi sat at the desk, holding a bamboo slip in his hand and twisting his eyebrows. Rubbing his eyes with his fingers, he was a little irritable, there was too much trouble in the court now.
"Knock knock ......" The door of the study was knocked, only to hear Feng Chengyi say the sound of entering, and the door was pushed open.
"Master." After the man came in, he walked towards Feng Chengyi, and after saluting, he waited for the master to speak.
Feng Chengyi continued to look at the bamboo slip in his hand, and didn't look at anyone: "What happened?" ”
"Several princes have the intention of befriending the prime minister, pulling into their own camp, and vaguely began to reject the people of the prince's mansion." When the man had finished speaking, he brought a piece of paper and placed it on his desk.
Feng Chengyi put down the things in his hand and went to get the paper. After looking at it for a while, the subordinate felt the low pressure in the room, and his body became more and more stiff.
"Well, continue to watch the Prime Minister's actions and see which of my brothers you are working with." After Feng Chengyi said that, he waved his hand to let the man out.
The sound of the door shutting sounded, and the room continued to be calm, like a pool of stagnant water, in which a man struggled to survive and wanted something better.
Feng Chengyi is the prince after all, and he has to look at everything in the court, and he also has to look at the affairs of the people, so as to be worthy of the name of the prince. This look is to see the evening, until the next person said that the meal was ordered, whether to use some or not.
Feng Chengyi packed up everything, put the unimportant ones aside casually, and walked out.
Mu Xiwan originally wanted to call Feng Chengyi, but as soon as he arrived in the study, he saw someone coming out of it, and stepped forward and said, "I originally wanted to call His Royal Highness the Prince." ”
Feng Chengyi heard Mu Xiwan say this, squeezed her hand, and learned from her and said, "Well, I know." The king wants you to accompany you to eat. ”
Mu Xiwan smiled: "That concubine went with His Royal Highness the Prince." ”
It didn't take long for the two of them to go to rest after eating. Not long after Mu Xi's late miscarriage, his body had not yet recovered, and he was a little sleepy in the middle of the meal, so he forced himself to watch Feng Chengyi finish eating, and then left.
Early the next morning, the sun was still hidden in the thick clouds, dyeing a piece of the sky orange-red, and the clouds seemed to be smeared with rouge, and they fluttered in change and change.
Feng Chengyi got up in the morning and began to freshen up, and after arriving at the palace, the ministers who were a little far away from the palace had not yet arrived, and by the time the emperor went to court, the sun had completely risen.
With the call of the ministers of "Long live my emperor, long live", the early dynasty began. In the middle of the afternoon, he dispersed in the emperor's sentence of "retreat from the court".
Today's early dynasty can be regarded as letting those ministers watch a play, as long as there is any competitive topic, Feng Chengyi's opinions are always rejected by other princes intentionally or unintentionally. Those people are all people who want to win over the prime minister.
The prime minister didn't talk much, but every time he opened his mouth, the emperor was dissatisfied, and this dissatisfaction was directed at Feng Chengyi. Those ministers can also see that these princes are targeting His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.
For a few days, those princes all had opinions about Feng Chengyi, and they could always deal with him together. However, the emperor didn't care about their careful thoughts, but he felt that Feng Chengyi's ability had declined. In short, the emperor also had some complaints about Feng Chengyi, and those princes saw that their goals had been achieved, and they were more active.
"Master, what do you think about this?" One of Feng Chengyi's henchmen asked beside him.
Feng Chengyi knocked on the table, and his tone was calm: "Just keep an eye on it, don't ignore the details." It's just a joy dancing there, and the prime minister is also happy to be praised. ”
The henchman was a little worried: "Then are we just staring at them like that?" ”
"Well, don't make any moves yet. They were also looking at the house. ”
When Feng Chengyi was dismissed once in the early dynasty, he heard a cold snort and looked at it, he was a prince with a self-righteous temperament. It's really, simply.
His situation has become worse in comparison, even if his ability is still very good, but the emperor sees that you are not pleasing to the eye, that is, average.
The other ministers saw that the emperor's attitude towards the prince was a little bad today, and those princes also dealt with the prince, and their attitude towards Feng Chengyi changed a little, but it was not so conspicuous.
Feng Chengyi didn't care so much, after all, the people on his side were still fighting with him, and no one was thinking about leaving to fight other princes' teams for the time being.
These Mu Xiwan also saw it in his eyes, and he was a little distressed when he saw Feng Chengyi getting more and more busy. He instructed his subordinates to cook some soothing porridge and sent it over.
Listening to the voice coming from inside, Mu Xiwan pushed open the door and walked into the study, put the food box on the table, and said while taking it out: "I asked people to boil some porridge, do you want to drink some, I also asked Lang Zhong, put some soothing things." ”
"Well, I'll drink it after reading this." Feng Chengyi just looked up at the beginning, then continued to focus on what he was holding and replied.
Feng Chengyi's voice was a little tired, which made Mu Xiwan frown: "Hey, I've been in the study all day, and I can't sleep at night?" Feng Chengyi thought about it, he did sleep in the study cubicle last night, because he watched it too late, so he simply fell asleep here.
But she can't talk to Mu Xiwan about this, otherwise she will definitely look at herself tonight.
"No, go back to your room and sleep." After a pause, Feng Chengyi added: "I am measured." ”
After saying that, he didn't look at the things in his hand, stood up, walked to the table where the porridge was placed, Mu Xiwan watched Feng Chengyi finish drinking, and asked his subordinates to take the food box back.
After the man left, Mu Xi closed the door of the study before night, turned around and said, "The affairs of the court ......"
"It's not a big deal."
Mu Xiwan: "Don't say that, those princes are all thinking about pulling the prime minister into their camp, right?" ”
Feng Chengyi looked at Mu Xiwan with a serious face, a little helpless: "Don't think so much, it will always be dealt with." ”
"What kind of work is this, the emperor has also begun to complain about you, and then they will only get more inches, and it is impossible to converge. The prime minister is the middle point again, he doesn't have a very good attitude towards you, and he doesn't want to provoke everyone to deal with you. The more Mu Xiwan said this, the more she felt that this matter was serious, and she couldn't help but worry more about Feng Chengyi.
Mu Xiwan's brows were tightly locked, as if she was thinking about something serious, and she didn't raise her head until she felt that her brow was touched. Feng Chengyi stroked Mu Xiwan's brow and smoothed it out.
"Zou frowned, but it didn't look good."
Mu Xiwan had a headache: "I'm not worried about you, but you, as if it's not the same thing." ”
Feng Chengyi said with a serious face: "Why don't I take it seriously, but there is no good way now, is it?" Why don't you stay and discuss it with me? ”
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