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

In the spring scenery of the garden, Feng Xingling smiled with his eyebrows curved, his face full of intimacy. He raised his hand and made a playful gesture to him from a distance, calling out, "Royal brother."

Then she took a few steps with her long legs and came to the pavilion. She stopped in front of him, looked him up and down quickly, and said with a smile: "Brother Huang, you have gained weight again."

Feng Xingjun: “…”

Where is he fat?

If he was fat, would someone as picky as Fu Yutang like him? And be obsessed with him?

She frowned, glared at him unhappily, and said, "Did you come back just to piss me off?"

Feng Xingling chuckled, "No way! I'm just telling the truth. Isn't today the Spring Equinox? I came back to celebrate the festival with my brother."

Hearing this, Feng Xingjun's brows relaxed and he snorted, "You still have a conscience! I thought you didn't know how to come back after leaving the palace. Have you eaten? I'll ask Fulu to prepare the food, and the two of us brothers will have a good holiday."

Having said that, without waiting for Feng Xingling to answer, he called Fulu and asked him to go down and prepare the meal.

The two of them sat in the pavilion, admiring the spring scenery, eating and chatting.

Feng Xingjun asked, "Where have you been during this time? Why haven't you returned to Beijing?"

When he said this, he was full of confidence in the brotherhood between the two of them. He felt that Feng Xingling must have left Beijing for a trip. If he was in Beijing, he would definitely not have been away from seeing him for so long.

Little did they know that apart from the few days Feng Xingling had been in Shangyun City, he had been walking around and playing in the capital city the rest of the time, always upholding the fine spirit of Dayu's flood control, and had never stayed in the imperial city whenever he passed through it.

Hearing his words, Feng Xingling couldn't help but feel guilty, so he said, "Just walk around." Fearing that he would continue to ask, he quickly changed the subject and asked, "Brother Huang, how have you been these days?"

"Just barely." Feng Xingjun wanted to know if Fu Yutang had done anything worse than an animal to him, so he pretended to be casual and said, "Except that Fu Yutang often makes me angry, it's nothing serious."

"Oh?"

Although Atang was not very diligent, she devoted herself to the Ministry of Justice. Every time the emperor gave her a task, she did it very well.

To say that he was unhappy was at most because the two of them had a disagreement on something and had an argument of two or three sentences.

Fengxingling is already accustomed to this.

Therefore, he was not surprised at all when he heard Feng Xingjun's words. He picked up the tea beside him and asked casually, "How did Atang provoke you?"

Feng Xingjun glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "He is a homosexual and has always coveted me secretly."

"puff--"

A mouthful of tea spurted out of his mouth, and Feng Xingling was choked unexpectedly. He coughed so hard that his handsome face turned red.

After a long while, he barely suppressed the itch in his throat, looked at Feng Xingjun with watery eyes, and said speechlessly: "Brother Emperor, are you plotting an assassination? Are you trying to get revenge on me for not returning to the palace for so long?"

Otherwise, why would you say such terrifying words?

Feng Xingjun felt relieved when he saw his reaction.

It turns out that Xiao Ling didn't know that Fu Yutang was a homosexual, which means that Fu Yutang didn't do anything to him.

She still has some moral integrity.

Feng Xingjun snorted lightly and said solemnly: "I'm not kidding, he is a homosexual."

"Impossible." Feng Xingling denied without a second thought, and subconsciously defended Fu Yutang, "Atang is definitely not gay, and it is even more impossible for him to like you. If he does like you, he would like me. After all, we have spent more time together since we were young, and our personalities are more compatible."

Feng Xingjun: “…”

No, what's there to argue about?