"Lord Wang, my subordinates have something to report." A Tsing Yi guard knelt respectfully on one knee outside the door.

"Say." Jun Yichen's eyes still did not leave the chessboard, but his tone was not angry and arrogant.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Prime Minister Lin Cheng visited, and asked his subordinates to spread the word, saying that there was something to discuss with the prince." The guard bowed his head and said quickly.

He felt a gust of cold wind blowing around him, and even the air around him stopped, making his body instantly chill.

"Let them walk to Jingzhuxuan by themselves." Jun Yichen's expression was very cold.

It seems that he hasn't been to the court for more than ten days, and his imperial brother and the sanctimonious prime minister can't bear it anymore.

"Yes, the subordinates retired." The guard looked like a guilty release and quickly got up and left.

"Feng Xuan, Feng Ran." Jun Yichen's voice was low.

"Lord Wang." Feng Xuan and Feng Ran were both dressed in black suits, and they strode in from outside the door majestically, walked to the rosewood table, bowed to Jun Yichen and hugged their fists.

Jun Yichen raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Xuan: "How are things going?" ”

Feng Xuan lowered his head again: "Back to the prince, the snakes within the palace have been cleaned up, and they have also been sprinkled with snake repellent powder, and the snakes will not set foot in a single step." ”

"Yes." The corners of Jun Yichen's mouth curled, he was very satisfied with this result.

Then he glanced at Feng Ran again: "After the spirit girl, how many intruders are there?" ”

"Back to the prince, there are forty-five intruders, but after torture and investigation, these intruders are not here to assassinate, but by the princesses and ladies of various countries who have loved you for a long time, and they have hired masters to come and inquire about your current situation." Feng Ran said in a cold sweat.

He was also thinking, the prince is low-key enough, almost never leaving home, he sits in a sedan chair when he goes out, and rarely shows his face, why do these princesses and ladies still rush forward one by one and spend a lot of money to hire masters to come over to inquire about the news of the prince?

Does this indicate that the more low-key it is, the more mysterious it is? The more people want to open this veil of mystery?

"This king has been rumored to be a 'wife', and these women still have the courage to send them to death, it's really rare." His voice was languid and wicked, but there was a little bit of anger.

Feng Xuan and Feng Ran both lowered their heads, their hands clenched into fists, and their eyes were filled with coldness, they didn't know who spread the rumors, if they found out, they would have to whip his muscles and bones, pick his skin, and let him endure a hundred kinds of torture in the secret prison, to see if he dared to spread rumors.

Jun Yichen raised his slender and moist fingers, picked up the remaining chess pieces on the chessboard, and put them in the chess box on the side, moving gracefully and slowly.

After putting away the chess pieces, he said coldly: "From today onwards, whoever else inquires about the news of this king, let the inquirer pass the word back, no matter who comes to disturb this king Qingjing again, let them know how the word 'death' is written." ”

"Yes." Feng Ran was affected by the coldness around him, and he shivered instantly.

Jun Yichen pondered for a moment, and the scene of Xiao Ling and him having two meals suddenly sounded in her mind, and each time she would mention that there were too many dishes, and she couldn't finish eating and wasting.

It seems that he has to advocate frugality in the love of the house and Wu.

"Feng Xuan, herald the dining room, next time this king will only use three dishes and one soup, and the rice doesn't need to be cooked too much." Jun Yichen's moist fingers played with the white jade cup.

Then he said coldly: "If anyone dares to waste, they don't have to stay in the palace." ”

"Subordinates receive orders." Feng Xuan's expression was very indifferent, and he was not surprised by his master's whim at all.

"Let's go down." Jun Yichen glanced at the two of them with a smile in his eyes.

"The subordinates retired."

After the two left, Jun Yichen stood up slowly, paced to a lotus picture in the room, and admired it quietly, his lips slowly curled, his phoenix eyes glowed with soft light, and a faint smile was attached to his handsome face.