The next day was a particularly gloomy day, with thick inky clouds squeezing the sky, as if it were about to fall.

The vendors and merchants hurriedly collected their stalls, and the once bustling streets became empty, and the entire Martial Immortal Kingdom was shrouded in a dead gray.

"Da Da Da!" The sound of horses' hooves in the distance startled the pairs of birds in the trees.

I saw two snow-white horses pulling a carriage made of white jade and driving steadily forward. The four corners of the carriage were hung with silver bells, and the top was inlaid with white gemstones, luxurious but not vulgar.

A gust of wind blew, and the bells rang in response to the wind, making a crisp sound.

Through the light blue crepe, a man's figure can be faintly seen.

"Phew! Master, there's an ambush ahead," the guard in the car turned around and whispered.

As soon as the words fell, I saw many black-clothed people with shining silver swords attacking from all directions.

The man in the carriage opened his eyes, saw the scene outside, looked terrified, and flew out of the carriage.

At the same time, there was a lot of quarrel in the imperial capital.

"Your Majesty, due to the severe drought in southern Fujian this year, the people have no harvest and are miserable, and the minister thinks that a sum of money should be transferred from the treasury to provide disaster relief for the people." Prime Minister Yin said seriously.

As soon as the words fell, Feng Qingchen, who had been standing for a long time, spoke: "Your Majesty, the minister has a suggestion, the Mindu area is in drought almost every year, but because of its remote location and small area, there is no need to use the treasury, this year we can convene the ministers to raise donations, not only do not use the money in the treasury, but also solve the drought problem." ”

"Your Majesty, the old ministers do not agree with King Yu's idea, although Mindu is a small county, but in real terms, the ministers' meager annual income is still far from enough for the thousands of victims, I hope the emperor will think about it seriously." Prime Minister Yin hurriedly said.

Feng Qingchen sneered: "Hmph, it's meager, I think it's the prime minister who is reluctant to have money in his pocket." ”

Prime Minister Yin Cheng's mind was suddenly pierced, his face turned red, and he said angrily: "You are spewing blood!" ”

Feng Qingchen chuckled and said, "No, you know it in your heart." ”

"Enough!" Feng Moli, who was sitting on the dragon chair, suddenly spoke.

Feng Qingchen was shocked in his heart, he was arguing too fiercely, and he forgot that he was still in the court, and he sweated slightly in his heart.

Prime Minister Yin was also frightened by this shout, and immediately knelt down and said, "The emperor spares his life!" ”

In the laws enacted by the Martial Immortal Kingdom, all ministers must not openly dispute with each other, and the light ones will be fined, and the heavy ones will be taken into custody.

"After the order, King Yu and Prime Minister Yin Cheng ignored the laws of their own country and were each fined three years." Feng Moli said as he looked at Feng Qingchen with those slender phoenix eyes.

Seeing her nervously lower her head, Feng Mo raised slightly from the corner of her eyes, she was even afraid.

Feng Qingchen's heart was furious, although he didn't raise his head, the gaze above his head seemed to penetrate him.

There was silence in the courtroom, and everyone bowed their heads, afraid to point the finger at themselves.

"Retreat!" Grandpa Zhang's sharp voice came, although it was a little harsh, but it made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

"Humph!" Yin Cheng flicked his sleeves against Feng Qingchen and left.

Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly, is this another enemy for himself, he is just talking about things. Shaking his head, and just as he was about to leave, Gonggong Zhang stopped himself.

"His Royal Highness King Yu, the king is summoned."

Feng Qingchen couldn't stop complaining in his heart, wouldn't it, could it be that Uncle Huang just let himself go on the surface, but secretly wanted to make a big fuss about punishing himself.

Feng Qingchen followed behind Gonggong Zhang in a depressed heart, and when he was about to arrive at Chaoyang Palace, he couldn't help asking: "Gonggong Zhang, do you know what the emperor is looking for me?" ”

"The old slave doesn't know, the prince will know when he goes." Father-in-law Zhang replied.

Feng Qingchen complained silently, it was not a loss to be an old celebrity beside Uncle Huang, and he spoke so tactfully.

Chaoyang Palace

Feng Moli was half-lying on the soft floor reading a book, his heavy court clothes had already faded from his body, he was wearing a white cloud-sleeved light shirt, and his black hair was tied up by a jade crown. There is a little less coldness and more gentleness in his demeanor.

Feng Qingchen saw this scene as soon as he entered the door, and wanted to salute but was afraid of interrupting the emperor's uncle's reading, so he didn't know what to do, so he had to stand in place in embarrassment.

Feng Moli had noticed it as early as when she came, but she still silently looked at the book in her hand.

Half an hour later, Feng Moli rubbed his swollen forehead, put down the book, looked at the door and said, "Come in." ”

Feng Qingchen was standing with a sore back and neck, and when he heard the call, he immediately walked in.

"See Uncle Huang." Feng Qingchen saluted slightly.

After hearing the voice, Feng Moli's cold eyes flashed with joy, but they quickly returned to normal.

"Qingchen, there is news from the front line, Nangong Ji will return to the DPRK tomorrow, what do you think."

Feng Qingchen thought for a while and said, "The war at the border has subsided, and it's time for the general to come back." ”

Feng Moli sat up from the soft collapse and said lazily: "In this case, tomorrow it will be up to you to welcome the return of General Nangong's class." ”

"We're in command." After Feng Qingchen bowed his head and answered, he was about to get up and leave, but the king did not give the order to retreat.

Feng Qingchen raised his head suspiciously, but his gaze crashed straight into Feng Moli's deep phoenix eyes. Suddenly, Feng Qingchen felt as if he was about to be sucked in, and hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Weichen retreats." ”

After Feng Qingchen finished speaking, he hurriedly retreated, as if there were wolves, jackals, tigers and leopards behind him.

Feng Moli looked at Feng Qingchen's back as he left in a hurry and sighed, "When will I be able to understand Gu's intentions?" ”