The bitter and astringent medicinal taste scattered all over the city turned into a bit of peach blossom softness in her throat, Lu Yixuan's heart moved slightly, and the originally lazy and light attitude of the people in front of her seemed to be accustomed to it and taken for granted.

"The fire at the city gate affected the fish in the pond." Lu Yixin said lightly, Feng Mingxie does have the capital to sit back and relax, no matter which prince ascends the throne of Kowloon, he has to call him "Uncle Huang", but if the party struggle between the DPRK and China becomes more and more fierce, who can often walk on the dry shore without getting his shoes wet.

Feng Xiaowang glanced at her, Lu Yixuan, this girl likes to be-for-tat every time she sees it, and she doesn't show weakness at all, with a few inches of bright light in her eyes, and a little arrogance, but she instigates it in a sneering tone, but now there seems to be a little more "care" in her rare whisper.

"You little cleverness should not be used on this king." Feng Mingxie is not so easy to fool, he raised his eyebrows to mean something, Lu Yixuan saw that the speaker was unintentional and caring, but in fact, he was clearly testing his intentions with careful eyes, after all, it was really important for this little prince Feng, who was favored by two generations of emperors, to choose where to stand.

The little girl changed her way and wanted to mix in it and take precautions.

He saw Lu Yixuan's gentle sigh of exhalation, and there was no intention to hide it, the man's fingertips fell on the desk, and his voice was crisp and good, like raindrops falling on Qingyan: "Let's just say that Ren Zaifu is in the vein, with deep roots and high trees, and knows the situation and internal affairs of all parties well, he can take the lead in three pavilions, three halls and six departments in one sentence, if you want to move forward smoothly, Ren An is indeed a good stepping stone." "Feng Ming's heresy is bright and bright, if you are willing to please Ren Zaifu, with the ability of that old man, you can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing, glory and wealth, and if you have a favor, you can also recommend your juniors and extremely popular ministers.

There was no bright light in Lu Yixuan's eyes.

"Ren Zaifu is sixty years old this year, and no one knows if he will return to his hometown in fine clothes or will not be guaranteed in the evening." Lu Yixuan was very straightforward, and as soon as the words came out, Feng Mingxie couldn't help but laugh dumbly, indeed, an old Zaifu like Ren An, who leaned towards the government and the opposition, once the high-rise building collapsed, it would be too little for the arrogant people at the bottom to crush hundreds of them to death.

Glory and wealth must also be enjoyed.

Feng Mingxie laughed out loud unceremoniously: "At that time, you will fall into the well and step on him a few more times." "Yes, that's the reason, there are so many high-rise buildings in the court, which one is innocent, a person should see the wind and steer, and he should act with a camera.

"Are you serious?" Lu Yixuan twitched the corners of his mouth incredulously, and looked at what this heartless guy was talking about-if he didn't know Entu, he would make it worse and take advantage of the fire to rob.

The man didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, acting innocently.

Lu Yixuan was a little crying and laughing, and he didn't know if he was disgusted or if he was deeply aware of the wise words, Feng Xiaowangye's style of acting has always been the "shameless" name of the open fire.

"What you see with your eyes in this palace may not be the truth, and what you hear with your ears may also be fascinating, and you have many children under the knees of the Son of Heaven, so why bother asking about the direction of this king," Lu Yixing's good impression of Ming Chen has already made her half of the "East Palace Party", fighting grievances and resentment, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been good at buying people's hearts, "This king will discuss with you about this assassination in the East Palace, the first point——"

The man stuck out his fingertips.

"Whoever benefits the most from the assassination of the East Palace is most likely to be the person behind the scenes." Lu Yiyun blurted out, this is obvious, and the vicious treacherous and vicious are all evidence of extinction in her opinion.

"His Royal Highness the King of Jin."

"Isn't it?" She remembered the danger of losing the hand of the Duke of Wei, and the wound on her shoulder was faintly painful.

Feng Mingxie lowered his chin and thought about two or three but was not in a hurry to reply, as if looking at Lu Yixian's slightly anxious temperament and emotions, he had time to calm down.

"After the assassination of the East Palace, the king went to the military department, a trip to the five military camps, and found the three sparse dispatch orders, and the five military camps and the four thousand generals were all assigned to the three thousand and the Shenji battalion." Feng Mingxi's words stopped at the point.

Lu Yixin was stunned for a moment, many generals in the five military camps were inclined to the Jin Dynasty and the First Party, and the transfer of personnel to other large battalions would not have the meaning of infiltration, and Sima Zhao's heart was well known to passers-by.

But—too blatant, not like his style.

Feng Ming saw that the little girl bowed her head and said nothing, and she knew that she already had doubts in her heart: "Ming Wei is indeed the most suspicious, but you must know that the performance of the military department is not the king of Jin alone, and there are more than ten or twenty people in the Shangshu and squire who are less than six departments, but they can easily push the king of Jin to the cusp," the corners of the man's lips seem to have an arc, not praise or mockery, but more like a joke for those who fight openly and secretly in the court, "Some people can logically commit crimes against the wind, and some people will bet on the snipe and mussels to compete for the profit of the fisherman, and the king of Jin is one* Dang Xu is secretly hiding a ditch and wants to use the sacrifice to the sky to create a 'rebellion', Ren Zaifu Xingxu is also taking the opportunity to remove the right hand of the King of Jin, and the East Palace, with your unpredictable life and death, anyone can use the deep righteousness to disregard people's lives. ”

In addition to the assassin committing suicide in fear of sin, and the people were panicking, three of the three battalions were dismissed by the military department for the crime of "escorting the disadvantage", which sounds natural, but who is behind the scenes to eradicate dissidents.

Lu Yixuan's slightly open mouth didn't close, she was really stunned, the jujube paste crisp in her hand didn't eat a bite, the man in front of him talked lightly, as if what kind of conspiracy to hide from the world and the sea had arrived, and his mouth turned into a calm stream, he had already seen the facts thoroughly, and had already analyzed the court clearly, he-he was like the culprit who grabbed everyone behind the scenes and forced them to walk the tightrope.

Lu Yixuan was stunned.

She was indeed stunned, perhaps she had never expected to hear anything righteous and stern from the mouth of this lazy and light man.

Feng Mingxie sighed: "This king doesn't eat people. He smiled and said, why should the girl of the Lu family look like she has seen a ghost.

Lu Yixuan's fingertips pinched his palm to come back to his senses, and when he lowered his eyebrows, he saw the dust and fire marks on his body: "If the prince doesn't eat people, the prince will punish him." She took a deep breath, in the end, she despised Feng Mingxie, listen to what others say, the little prince is a royal child who does not care about the government and has never acted only because of his own preferences, in Lu Yixuan's view, those are the people of the world who have been bewitched, the corners of the man's eyes are charming, vivid and fragrant, just like his skin, upside down and confusing people's hearts, "The courtier just thinks, the little prince ...... It's not like the little prince. ”

No, not like it, but not like what she "thought".

"What should the king do?" Feng Mingxie felt that Lu Yixuan's stunned and contradictory thoughts were very interesting, "Should you indulge in eroticism and spend all day drinking?" He saw the girl muffled and knew he was right.

But no, his skin and tone are indeed disagreeable, and it is easy to forget the dust and be distracted.

"Ah, the Feng Ming evil in your eyes is from the side knocks, you heard it from those false rumors," he smiled slightly, as long as he got a little closer, there would be a soft peach blossom breath scattered, and the colorful finches and gold and silver weaving flowers under the plain clothes only lined his eyebrows and eyes more bright and charming, "This king is in front of you now, why don't you ask in person." ”

What kind of person is the real Feng Xiao Wangye.

Lu Yixuan heard her heartbeat pause for a moment, and when Feng Mingxie lazily came up, even his slightly fluttering eyelashes made people panic, she didn't know what she should ask, or she didn't dare to speak at all, as if frightened and afraid, as long as she opened her mouth, it would burst out together with some incredible and unbelievable emotions, which was a feeling that she couldn't control and couldn't grasp in her bones, so she endured and endured it to death.

Meow.

The six men on the side suddenly screamed softly, and rushed into Feng Mingxie's arms, stretching out his claws and scratching the man's long hair, as if to blame him for snubbing him for a long time.

Feng Ming smiled evilly: "Look, this cat is better behaved than you and knows how to please people." "Ah Yu, just with that incomprehensible face, I was stunned that your flirtatation * dialed in her heart, and she could still carry her own reserve.

The carriage stopped, as if the small pebbles that had been bumped into had also smashed down on Lu Yixuan's heart.

"Lord Wang, the Duke of Wei Mansion has arrived." Dongting outside said softly.

Lu Yixin also heard it, but she didn't move.

"The Duke of Wei has arrived." Feng Ming saw that she was unmoved, so he simply repeated it.

Lu Yixuan didn't know what she was thinking, but her behavior and thoughts seemed to have a little pause and hesitation today, she had always been eager to jump away from this great god, but now she hesitated and grinded.

"Reluctantly?" Feng Mingxie has always been underwhelmed when he speaks, and he laughs brightly.

"Phew."

Lu Yixuan finally twisted the corners of his mouth and spat out, causing Feng Mingxie to laugh, and when the little girl jumped out of the carriage, she heard the footsteps behind her also slowly falling.

"Little Wangye," her fingertips touched the mottled Zhumen of the Wei Mansion, Lu Yixuan suddenly turned around and called Feng Mingxie, the man was about to step into the carriage with the black cat in his arms, and when he looked back, the moonlight drenched half of his body as if he was covered by clothes, which made Lu Yixuan's heart skip a beat, "In the coming day, the courtier wants to talk to you about a game." ”

Gu Qingxun said, the little prince's wine can't be drunk, the little prince's chess can't be played, heh, sometimes, you should not believe in evil.

Feng Mingxie didn't expect Lu Yixuan to blurt out, he let go of his hand, and the sixth man jumped on the ground lightly: "There is a price for playing against this king." "This is the truth, even if the Ninety-Five Venerable wants to invite Feng Xiao Wang Ye to sit in the inner garden of the deep palace, he has to win or lose to be interesting.

"If the courtiers lose, listen to it."

Feng Mingxie took his hand, and a frown flashed between his eyebrows: "Remember your words today." The man turned around, and the golden silk under the long sleeves curled up into a feather streamer, and suddenly a black shadow rushed up, and the sharp claws hooked down the embroidered hug and grabbed Feng Mingxie's arm.

Six, grinning.