In an instant, the little emperor even closed his eyes.

Feng Xianji accepted the move, threw the □□ to the guards on the side, and arched his hand, "Your Majesty, the minister is rude." ”

"Good marksmanship, good marksmanship......" The little emperor staggered to his feet, the saber he had been holding fell out of his hand, he staggered back two steps, his face turned even redder, and he fell straight down with a flash in front of him.

The courtiers of the high-ranking lord, the young and ignorant emperor, no matter how you look at it, are not a combination that can go on happily.

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"Scared sick?" Tang Feng raised his head from the desk, still holding a paintbrush in his hand, and in front of him was the "Red Plum Lingshuang Picture" that was about to be finished.

Xiao Jinzi nodded again and again, and said, "Since that dinner, Your Majesty has not been to the morning court for three consecutive days, and Manager Xu said that Your Majesty is sick." ”

Tang Feng put down his paintbrush and asked incredulously, "Did he really let Feng Xianji play with guns at the banquet?" ”

"Yes, His Majesty has repeatedly requested, and the King of the Southwest has played a trick. Now the courtiers are rumored that it was the king of the southwest who scared His Majesty into illness. Little Gold said.

"He forced others to play it himself, and then planted it back after playing it, which is really a child's temper." Tang Feng said disdainfully.

Xiao Jinzi opened his mouth, and swallowed what he wanted to say.

"Say whatever you want."

"Master, the slave thinks that Your Majesty is probably really frightened. Do you think, an adult man has lost a little momentum in front of the king of the southwest, not to mention that His Majesty is still a child? Although the minion didn't see the marksmanship played by the King of the Southwest, he always felt that it was really a little scary. Xiao Jinzi recalled every time he saw the King of the Southwest, he was hairy and always felt that he was being targeted, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Tang Feng thought about it for a while and felt that what Xiao Jinzi said was not unreasonable. A wicked person like her will be a little more restrained when he faces him, let alone an eight-year-old child.

"What's the rumor outside now, all of them are accusing the King of the Southwest?"

"Anyway, it is rumored that the king of the southwest has scared His Majesty, and some courtiers have also written that the king of the southwest is rude in front of the palace for his meritorious efforts to quell the rebellion, and he should be punished."

Tang Feng clasped his shoulders with both hands, and the corners of his mouth turned up, "You go and check, see which adults are so loyal and courageous, and they dare to touch the tiger's buttocks." ”

"Yes, the minion will go."

Tang Feng sat back at the desk, dipped her pen in red ink, and carefully put her soul on the "Red Plum Lingshuang Picture".

The capital, the southwest palace.

Feng Xianji came back from the school yard in the house, and the maids in the house had already prepared the hot water. He unbuttoned his robe and went into the bathroom, and the two maids withdrew from it. He has never been the boy who needs a maid to take a bath, and he has always solved things by himself.

But when he sat down in the tub, a pair of light and delicate hands climbed up his back from behind. He tilted his head slightly, held her hand, and said, "Don't you know the rules of this king?" ”

"Lord, let the concubine serve you."

This voice seemed to be a little familiar, Feng Xianji turned his head and looked, wasn't it the woman who looked three or four points like the concubine at that time given to him by the first emperor before.

I don't know what the first emperor's intention was to find such a person to put by his side, but he does have vicious eyes, and his compassionate face is seven points similar to Tang Feng, just relying on that rare pair of Ruifeng eyes is enough to make people feel confused.

Mercy has been staying in the palace of the capital since she was favored by the king of the southwest, and she was not brought with her when the king of the southwest returned to the fiefdom last year. The flowering period of a woman is really short, and she cannot afford to spend years. What's more, if she has such a look, how can she be a dispensable concubine with peace of mind?

Feng Xianji followed her hand and looked up, carefully examining her face, as if looking at another person through her.

Mercy seized this rare opportunity and gently pressed his shoulders with both hands to relieve his fatigue.

The woman's hands were indeed very different from the man's, his hands were scarred and thick, thick and dry, but the hands that were on his shoulders and moving towards his chest at this time were extremely delicate, and the white fingers fell on his copper-colored chest, forming a huge visual impact.

If it had been before, he wouldn't have minded pampering her here. But now it's different, he took away her hands, closed his eyes and said, "You are a woman with capital, this king does not want to delay your future, you want a good place, this king will definitely satisfy you." ”

When he took his hand away, she knew that he was refusing, but after listening to what he said, she knew that this was not just a refusal, it was to let her leave the palace.

"The concubine is already the prince's person, please don't drive the concubine away!" She fell to her knees with a thud.

Feng Xianji closed his eyes and said, "Do you know who you look like?" ”

The merciful body trembled, biting his lower lip and not daring to speak.

"You were sent by the first emperor to test this king, we all know this. Now that the first emperor has died, no one suspects that this king has a wrong idea of her, your mission is over, and it doesn't make sense to stay in the palace, let's go. ”

Mercy is not a fool who only knows love, on the contrary, because she is the person chosen by Wei Di himself, she can be a little smarter than the woman next to her. She guarded the palace not only because she couldn't leave, but also because she had already chosen the king of the southwest. Now she knows the situation outside very well, whoever holds the military power can be the master of the world.

"Lord, today's thing is that the concubine has done something wrong, and the concubine will no longer dare, please don't drive the concubine out of the house!" She had already made up her mind that she would never leave the Southwest Palace.

Feng Xianji didn't say anything, he didn't think of a suitable place for mercy at this time. Mercy gained great confidence in this silence, as if he was worried that he would regret it. She quickly kowtowed and retired.

The person in the tub rubbed his eyebrows, and had to admit that he did have a trace of selfishness. I can't see her, it's good to have a "fake" in front of me.

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Xianji walked out of the bathroom wearing only his underwear, his black hair dripping with water, and he looked rugged and masculine.

"Lord Wang, someone sent a painting outside the door, saying that he wanted to hand it over to you." Copper came in from the outside to report.

"Who?"

"The servant asked, and he said that he came from the west, but the others refused to speak."

West? Feng Xianji thought for a moment, put on his robe, and said, "Please come in." ”

Tongzi invited people in from outside, and the people who came kowtowed to Feng Xianji without humility or arrogance, and then handed over the painting he brought, and said, "The slave handed over this painting to the prince on the order of the master." ”

Tongzi stepped forward and took the painting.

"Expand and see." Feng Xianji didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this gourd, and the people he was in contact with didn't seem to have the hobby of painting, could it be that someone wanted to rely on this to pass on some news to him?

A picture of Hanmei. Feng Xianji doesn't know how to appreciate paintings, but with Wen Ruyi Qifeng and others beside him over the years, he can finally distinguish the good from the bad. The brush in front of me is immature, the composition is average, and it has not yet reached the point where it can be given away. But since someone sent it, it means that there is a mystery hidden in this painting that needs him to crack.

Feng Xianji took a closer look, suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, and asked, "When did your mother have such leisure?" ”

He guessed it. The person who came smiled slightly and said, "Niangniang is very lonely in Xiaoling, painting to pass the time." Since the slave sent the painting, this will not disturb the prince and take his leave. ”

"Wait." Feng Xianji called out to him, with anticipation in his heart, "Did she ask you to pass on anything to this king?" ”

"Niangniang said it, it's all in the painting." The visitor bent over his back and slowly retreated.

Tongzi looked at this painting and was a little puzzled, how did the prince guess that the person who painted this painting was the imperial concubine? Could it be that there is a code in the painting that he doesn't understand? Tongzi was very curious, but the look of the prince in front of him didn't look like he wanted to give him an answer.

Feng Xianji stood back in front of the picture, rubbing his chin with the back of his fingers, as if solving a riddle. It's all in the painting...... Have it? How did he not read anything.

"Lord Wang, Mr. Wen invites you to the study to discuss matters." Outside, someone came in to report.

Feng Xianji retracted his gaze and instructed Tongzi to "hang the painting on the wall, and this king will come back and look at it later." ”

"Yes."

After having dinner with everyone in front, Feng Xianji rarely went back to the bedroom early. He stood back in front of the wall where the painting was hung, and stared at it for most of an hour, but he didn't see any mystery to it.

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