After the villain was defeated, she still had power in the government

Hearing this, Feng Xingjun's expression eased a little and he said, "That's not necessary. Actually, he..." Apart from coveting me, he didn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Just as he opened his mouth, Feng Xingling didn't even finish his words when he heard Feng Xingling say, "By the way, the weather seems to be very good today. Do you want to go out for a walk with me, brother? I heard that the scenery of the Imperial Hospital is nice. Let's go and see it together?"

Feng Xingjun: “…”

He endured it, endured it again, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. Feng Xingjun picked up the memorial on the desk and threw it over, angrily saying: "Get lost! I don't have a brother like you who doesn't trust me!"

Feng Xingling dodged flexibly, and seeing that he was so angry that his face turned red, he gasped and said to him in a hurry, "Brother, don't be angry! If you don't want to go, don't go. I can ask the imperial physician to come. What do you think?"

In response to this, Feng Xingjun only had one cold word, "Get lost!"

Wind Antelope: “…”

However, he currently had no effective way to bring his brother to the Imperial Medical Bureau. Moreover, seeing that his brother was very resistant to the imperial doctors and worried that they would over-stimulate him, he could only do as he said and retreat gracefully.

Before leaving, he turned back and said, "Brother, remember not to get angry. The imperial physician said that getting angry is not good for your condition."

Feng Xingjun: “…”

At this moment, Feng Xingjun had lost the strength to curse. He stared at something with empty eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Father, Mother, I know you two miss Xiao Ling. I will personally send him to see you two now."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, took down the sword hanging on the wall, pulled it out with a "swish", and slowly walked towards Feng Xingling.

When Feng Xingling saw him draw his sword, his neck shrank and he retreated repeatedly, saying, "Royal brother, it shouldn't be that serious. Why do we have to kill each other..."

Seeing that Feng Xingjun was unmoved, he finally said, "Brother Emperor, I was wrong," quickly opened the door, and ran away without a trace.

Feng Xingjun stood where he was and snorted coldly.

Fortunately, Xiao Ling is his younger brother, otherwise he would have made him come in upright and leave sideways today.

After sheathing the sword, Feng Xingjun sat back behind the desk. He was about to call Fulu in to clean up the mess on the floor, but Fulu walked in first, holding a letter in his hand. He said respectfully, "Your Majesty, the Prince of Xiang sent a letter saying that we are about to part. I am afraid we will never see each other again after going to the imperial mausoleum. I hope Your Majesty can go to the Prince of Xiang's mansion to see him for the last time to make up for his longing..."

Feng Xingjun took the letter and read it quickly. In addition to the daily greetings, it also talked about many little things from his childhood.

The strokes are sloppy, the words are plain, and there is no talent at all. It is obvious that it was written by the King of Xiang himself.

Perhaps he was recalling the past and was deeply moved, he couldn't help but burst into tears, resulting in a lot of smudges of ink between the lines, making the words look mottled.

Looking at the contents of the letter, Feng Xingjun's originally cold eyes gradually softened. After a long silence, he sighed, put the letter aside, and said in a hoarse voice: "Have someone prepare the car, I want to leave the palace."

"Yes."

……

Ministry of Justice, Mingjingtang.

Fu Yutang sat in the main seat, holding his chin with one hand, listening to the people from the Ministry of Justice reporting on today's work content, nodding his head from time to time and occasionally offering his own opinions.

She looked lazy, but her words were simple and concise. Everyone in the Ministry of Justice benefited a lot from her. They all had serious faces, listened attentively, and nodded from time to time to agree with two or three sentences.