The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 12

"It's just..." Even though he said it, Yun Fengchao looked at Mu Fuyuan in front of him, but he couldn't say that word.

Isn't it just the four characters of Zhou Gong Zhili? It's not obscene language.

Seeing Yun Fengchao's eyes brewing water vapor again, Mu Fuyuan finally reminded him kindly.

"Is it... Zhou Gong's gift?"

He nodded violently, but the next moment he felt very ashamed and shook his head violently, Yun Fengchao looked very embarrassed at this time.

"I also like the Holy One very much..." Mu Fuyuan walked towards Yunfeng step by step, with a hint of temptation in his tone.

As soon as his face turned red, Yun Fengchao immediately ran towards the door beside him, and just as his hands touched the edge of the door, Mu Fuyuan pulled him into his arms and couldn't move.

The color blanks are so close...

His face is so hot...

"I like the Holy Majesty, so can I perform Zhou Gong's ceremony with the Holy Majesty?" Mu Fuyuan whispered each word in Yun Fengchao's ear, and Mu Fuyuan bit the slightly red ear charmingly.

Wanting to struggle, but the strength seemed to be completely taken away, Yun Fengchao felt like those soft sugar cakes, so soft.

"Death, let me go..." Even the words that came out were limp, and the lips were as dry as if they had been burned.

Being suppressed in Mu Fuyuan's arms, Yun Fengchao couldn't see what he was doing behind him at all.

Mu Fuyuan stretched out one hand to support Yun Fengchao's chin, and the lips that were biting his ears were slowly approaching Yun Fengchao's lips.

Seeing the sexy lips getting closer and closer to his, Yun Fengchao's reaction at this time was not the same as last time when he knew he couldn't break free but still struggled with all his strength, but slowly closed his eyes, his heart It's so bitter that I'm about to cry, but I don't know why I feel this way.

"Although I am a man, I have never been to the place that the Holy Majesty wants, and the people in the Yigelou are all prostitutes."

Yun Fengchao opened his eyes, and saw that the lips that he thought would be kissed were now curved into a gentle arc like in the past, and the words that were like explanations, finally turned around uncontrollably, and grabbed Mu Fuyuan collar burst into tears.

As if the sandbags on the embankment that blocked the flooding of the river were washed away, and the backlog of the river was rushing towards both banks, Yun Fengchao's crying was not a joke.

Big teardrops fell from his eyes onto Mu Fuyuan's white clothes, soaking the plain white skirt.

Patting Yun Fengchao's back lightly, Mu Fuyuan smiled warmly.

It seems that he played too much, but he cried out all the grievances accumulated in the past few days.

He is still a young man in his twenties and eight years old. It would be a bit too much for him to face the vicious Queen Mother alone. Now that he thinks about it, he understands Prince Jin's intentions.

Although he is still a child who loves to play with his temper, in time, he will definitely be an outstanding Mingjun like the former emperor, right?

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At dinner, Yun Fengchao still ignored Mu Fuyuan, but accepted Mu Fuyuan's attentive feeding.

Because the bandages on his hands were too... exaggerated, and because Mu Fuyuan's behavior of feeding food was too weird, the headhunters on the side changed their usual behavior of grabbing food and obediently Stand aside, for fear that if one accidentally touches the dragon's hand, their nickname will be ruined.

But they didn't know that the reason Mu Fuyuan was fed was because of their Master Liang.

His Majesty accidentally hurt his hand, and he was actually worried about how he should eat? So he wanted to feed his dear Majesty himself, but how could Mu Fuyuan let him do what he wanted?

So, it became the weird scene now.

However, people who are not enlightened are not enlightened no matter what.

"My lord, is your injury still painful? Let me take a look at it for you..." Liang Fuying said worriedly.

However, before the question was finished, Mu Fuyuan's gentle smile stopped him.

"Master Liang, have you completed the two tasks entrusted to you by the Holy Majesty?" The last word was squeezed out between teeth.

The headhunters on the side suddenly felt that the weather was getting colder, maybe they should add more clothes.

Speaking of those two things, Liang Fuying's expression immediately became extremely serious.

"The magistrate of Xieyang Village is Wang Sansheng, who is lustful and greedy for money. His subordinates often molest the women of the people. The villagers of Xieyang Village have surrendered to him many times before, but they were rejected by him because they had no evidence. In addition, because those people did not do anything excessive, the matter has never been let go."

Hearing this, Mu Fuyuan's eyes flashed with evil spirit, and his original smile turned into a sneer.

"Very well, this corrupt official should be taken care of by someone."

"The next official immediately ordered people to go..."

"Slow down, this matter cannot be rushed." Mu Fuyuan looked at Yun Fengchao thoughtfully.

Liang Fuying looked at Yun Fengchao and Mu Fuyuan with a frown, and asked rather puzzled: "But if this matter drags on..."

"Find a light kung fu expert to spy on Wang Sansheng's home at night. Remember, no matter what method you use, you must tell him the mastermind and plead guilty."

Except for Yun Fengchao and Mu Fuyuan, everyone present gasped.

A head catcher couldn't help but said: "What's the difference between doing this and those corrupt officials who beat you up?"

"Where is the fairness and majesty of the justice of the Criminal Ministry like this?" Another head catcher also asked, although he knew that he might be beheaded if he did this, but if he acquiesced in using this method against a suspect, why did he act as a criminal? This headhunter? Why don't you throw away your official uniform and go home to plow the fields.

Liang Fuying also looked at Mu Fuyuan with red eyes, now he would rather be a small captor, at least he can speak freely about injustice.

But he couldn't, maybe as soon as his words came out, dozens of brothers who followed him through life and death would be punished for insulting the Holy One, beheaded, or tortured.

Cold eyes glanced at the head catchers whose eyes were red with anger, wishing to beat him up immediately, Mu Fuyuan suddenly lowered his head and chuckled.

"I said, Your Majesty, are you happy?"

Yun Feng pouted, turned his head away from looking at Mu Fuyuan, and said stiffly, "I'm not happy! You speak out when you know your head will be beheaded. If you say it nicely, it's honest. If it sounds bad, it's stupid."

"But aren't they just the loyal ministers the Holy One needs?"

"Who cares for such a stupid loyal minister!"

"My lord, don't be stubborn."

"You are stubborn!"

Seeing the two people bickering as if no one was watching, Liang Fuying and the other captives were stunned.

So...don't chop off their heads?

Although I am not afraid of death, if I am beheaded for such a trivial matter, I really feel very worthless.