It's another day, when spring is shining.

Feng Lin hugged the spirit of words, reluctant to go to court.

This emperor, he has been in office for half a month, and he has been tortured like a man.

Every day, there are a lot of various kinds of plays.

Of course, this is also within his tolerance.

What he couldn't bear was the early dynasty.

Before dawn, it was supposed to be the time when he was holding Wen Xiangyu soft, and he was forced to get up and go to the morning court!!

Every time he got up, the spirit in his arms was still asleep.

It's good and quiet.

Obviously, you can sleep with her until you wake up naturally.

On the contrary, I want to go to the early court and listen to a bunch of ministers' nonsense.

Who is willing to change?

And every time he is on the dragon chair and wants to get angry, he thinks of Yan Ling's words.

She asked him to control his temper when he went to court.

You can't just let people drag the minister out and hack him to death.

is restricted, there is no benefit, and it is a waste of time, he really doesn't like the early dynasty, and he doesn't like to be the emperor.

"The wind is coming?"

Yan Ling helplessly looked at Feng Lin, who was holding her as a large pillow, and had a special headache.

Why don't you like the early dynasty so much?

"I don't want to go."

Feng Lin lowered his aggrieved eyes, and his whole body was full of sadness.

There is a big one, and if he says a few more words, he will cry without hesitation.

Yan Ling raised his forehead and lamented, "...... Do you not want to go to court, or do you not want to be the emperor? ”

Although the answer to this question is obvious, she intends to make sure again to be on the safe side.

"I don't want to be the emperor, and I don't want the country."

He raised his eyes and looked at her with burning eyes.

The revenge of the General's Mansion and his father, King Nan, has also been avenged.

Naturally, he can do some things he wants to do in this life, and he can also live for himself.

He never cared about the country or anything.

Especially now, all he wants is her.

Yan Ling stretched out his hand, touched his head, and took the person into his arms for a few points.

"yes, I see."

In her arms, fragrant and soft.

Feng Lin rubbed her neck, and his hands quickly clasped her slender waist, "Let's get out of the palace." ”

Go out of the palace to a place where there are only the two of them.

When the time comes, no one can disturb them.

"Have you figured out what to do with the rest of the things after leaving the palace?" Words and eyes are tight, and leaving the palace is not a trivial matter.

According to Feng Lin's current mood, it is estimated that after leaving the palace, it is likely that he will not come back.

But not a kingdom will be left without an owner.

You have to find someone to be the emperor.

Feng Lin looked up from her neck socket and spat out three words in a blurred eye.

"The Three Princes."

Well, give the throne to the third prince.

Speech Spirit," ...... OK. ”

The third prince is still quite eye-catching.

Even if it's for the three princes to pick up a bargain.

That same evening.

Feng Lin left the palace with Yan Ling and a few personal guards.

There is an extra dark pattern box at the head of the bed of the third prince.

In the middle of the night, the third prince Fengqing turned over, and accidentally knocked the box to the ground with his palm, and the sound woke him up in his dream.

He got up and picked up the box in a bit of confusion.

A decree, an epistle.

Wait until he understands the contents of the letter.

The big hands with distinct bones trembled irrepressibly.

Immediately, there was a wry smile.

The father and the emperor fought with those royal brothers and brothers, and all kinds of suspicions were just for the throne.

But now, it turns out that the two don't care at all.

Over the years, in order to survive in the palace, he carefully pretended not to care about anything.

What he wants is quite simple, to live well.

If you shouldn't touch it, you must not touch it.

Those who cannot be provoked must not be provoked.

Every step is like walking on thin ice.

He never dared to hope for the throne.

But in the end, this throne fell into his hands?

Heh, he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Complex and subtle.

But I am also grateful......

No one knows where Feng Lin and Yan Ling went, but Feng Qing knew that those two should be very happy and not be bothered by trivial matters.