The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 23

"My lord, I have something to tell you."

As soon as the morning court left, before Yun Fengchao had time to find Mu Fuyuan, Mu Fuyuan came to him.

"I also have something to tell you! Chuntao and the others are back, they must really want to see you, I will..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Fuyuan.

"Fu Yuan wants to resign."

Yun Fengchao's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Mu Fuyuan who was half kneeling in front of him, he repeated Mu Fuyuan's words in a daze.

"You want to resign..."

He thought he would always stay by his side, sharing his sorrows and joys as he did a few days ago.

"The Holy Majesty is already a good emperor, and Fu Yuan is going back to return to his life."

Return to life? Yun Fengchao just echoed this word back and forth in his mind.

"You mean..." He is so confused now, he wants to keep Mu Fuyuan, he doesn't want him to leave.

Facing Yun Fengchao's question, Mu Fuyuan lowered his head not to look at Yunfengchao, and explained: "I was entrusted by my master, Prince Jin, to protect the Holy Majesty, but now the Empress Dowager Jin is no longer here, and the Holy Majesty The threat has also been eliminated, and it is time for Fu Yuan to go back and return to life."

He didn't want to see Yun Fengchao's face at this time, he just wanted to stay, he was afraid that he would...

Yun Fengchao grabbed Mu Fuyuan's hand violently, ignoring that they were standing in a corridor where people might pass by at any time, and cried: "

Who says I'm safe? Then who do I turn to when I have nightmares? Who do I turn to when I want someone to talk to? You can't be so selfish, I won't let you go!"

Holding Mu Fuyuan's shoulders desperately to prevent him from leaving, Yun Fengchao is like an arrogant and unreasonable little baby at this moment.

Lowering his blurred eyes, Mu Fuyuan reached out and caressed the fiery red hair, maybe it was the last time.

"My lord, the man of Fuyuan."

"I don't care!" Lifting his face wet with tears, Yun Fengchao and Mu Fuyuan looked at each other.

Laughing softly, the corner of Mu Fuyuan's mouth twitched into a faint smile, even though the smile was very shallow, it could be seen that Mu Fuyuan was satisfied.

He hesitated and stretched out his hand to press Yun Fengchao into his arms, caressing the cold hair with both hands.

Thinking that Mu Fuyuan was going to leave behind, Yun Fengchao blushed slightly, and leaned close to his neck, absorbing the fragrance of Ruolan.

"enough."

Yun Fengchao's expression changed, before he had time to ask, he had already fainted in Mu Fuyuan's arms.

Fengyin's 13th year imperial garden

A slender man sat in the gazebo.

His handsome facial features were a bit sinister, and the red gown matched with his long fire-colored hair made the maids who didn't pass by the corridor and saw him blush and heartbeat.

I saw him holding a military book with one hand, and his eyes were fixed on the contents of the book, but it was obvious at a glance that he was distracted.

why?

"Master, your book is upside down." Chuntao picked up the purple clay pot beside her and poured him a cup of fragrant tea.

Yun Fengchao, who apparently still hadn't recovered from his senses, was still staring at the book of war.

Sighing, Chuntao shook her head helplessly, and sat on the other chair opposite him.

Since the prime minister resigned, the master has been busy with affairs of the government and the public, and other things have been messed up.

When taking a bath, I will be in a daze accidentally, until the water is cold, I will still be in a daze,

When I eat, I will sit there with a bite of rice and think for a long time, giggling for a while, sad for a while,

The scariest thing is that I have nightmares every night, crying to find the prime minister.

"Master, you're back to your senses." Stretched out her delicate hand, she kept swaying left and right in front of Yunfeng Chao, hoping to call back his soul.

After shaking for a while, Yun Fengchao apologized to Chuntao as if he just woke up from a dream.

"Chuntao, I'm sorry."

Is he distracted again?

In the past three years, if Chuntao and the others hadn't been there, he didn't know how he would have survived.

Looking at Yun Fengchao with some distress, Chuntao waved her hand nonchalantly, signaling him not to mind.

After three years, the master has become a lot more mature, and he won't lose his temper. The most important thing is that the master understands how he feels towards the prime minister.

This is a good thing, but...the imperial list has been posted for three years, and there is still no news from the prime minister, which makes the master heartbroken.

She doesn't understand, her master is handsome, beautiful, good-natured and has no bad habits, what is not likable?

All those maids wish they could be caught by the master!

What the hell is the prime minister running away from?

Do you think her master is not good enough?

If they hadn't rescued Lan Si back then, but had stayed with their master, then the master would not have met an assassin, would not have been rescued by the prime minister, and would not have been like this now...Look, Wandering again.

Somewhere, a fate word.

"Chuntao, I have something I want to ask." Yun Fengchao came back to his senses and looked at Chuntao with a smile.

Nodding her head, Chuntao felt heartbroken for such a polite master.

Yun Fengchao stood up and looked at the clusters of colorful flowers and butterflies playing.

"This morning in the hall, several ministers said that it's time for me to become queen."

Nodding again, Chuntao understood that for an ordinary man, at the age of sixteen or seventeen, he would have married a wife and had children, and he would have a successor. Regardless of the master's birth in the royal family, the age of the master should have two or three children.

"Then master, what do you think?"

With a bitter smile, Yunfeng closed his wet eyes.

"Soon, the princesses of the Fire and Wind Clans will come to the capital to marry me, and I have no choice."

The delicate hand slapped the stone table angrily, and a deep crack appeared on the table, which showed the extraordinary internal strength of the woman in red.

"It's too much, a political marriage!" Chuntao shouted angrily, not caring at all that her rude appearance was seen by the maids.

Yun Fengchao smiled softly, turned around and looked at the deep crack, it seemed that the stone table was about to be replaced again.

"Master, you are still laughing! What about the Prime Minister?" Just after she finished speaking, Chuntao immediately covered her mouth.

Miserable, she said she slipped.

Sure enough, upon hearing the word Prime Minister, Yun Fengchao's cheeks immediately turned pale as if sick.

I saw him slowly raising his hand, looking at the slender index finger, there was a clear bite mark on it.

"Master, that scar...was the prime minister bit it?" Chuntao looked at the shallow bite mark and asked aloud.

As long as the master thinks of the prime minister, he will look at his fingers without blinking.

Seeing that Yun Fengchao ignored her, Chuntao finally couldn't help but rushed to Yun Fengchao's side, grabbed his shoulders and made him look at her.

"Master, is the throne important?"

Not understanding why Chuntao suddenly became so excited, Yun Fengchao still shook his head honestly.

Once, he wanted to be a good emperor and save the people from the suffering of war.

But now he realizes that the external troubles can be calmed down, but the internal troubles are a wooden bridge riddled with ants. Although it will not collapse, it is in danger.

It turned out that Mu Fuyuan had taught him this principle long ago, but he couldn't understand it.

Just like glory and wealth, people can never see through.

Seeing Yun Fengchao shaking his head, Chuntao immediately dragged her back to the bedroom, knocking down many court ladies and eunuchs along the way, attracting countless suspicious eyes.

"Chuntao, where are you going?" Following Chuntao's fast running all the way, Yun Fengchao had to marvel at Chuntao's extraordinary strength, and he couldn't shake it off even if he wanted to.

Without answering Yun Fengchao's question, Chuntao walked towards the destination while dodging the court ladies and eunuchs.