The Regent has turned black again

Chu Feng didn't expect to run into Mo Shiyuan when he went out. Mo Shiyuan's expression was the same, and he didn't look like he was sick.

He must have gone to Zhao Wuyou to heal him, and now that he is home, he can even smell a trace of rouge!

"Why, you can't come!"

The little emperor is fierce, in fact the little emperor has always been very irritable.

Of course, this was when Mo Shiyuan gave way to him.

If Mo Shiyuan became fierce, the little emperor would be very timid.

The corners of Mo Shiyuan's mouth were slightly raised, looking at what the little emperor was still holding: "What are you talking about?"

Chu Feng glanced at the pastry box in his hand, and said, "Hey the dog!"

He was right, he planned to feed Mo Shiyuan, an old dog, and now he didn't want to give it to Mo Shiyuan.

Mo Shiyuan looked at Chu Feng amusedly, wondering why this guy got angry again.

After a few days of not talking to the little puppet, the little puppet's temper grew again.

Is it a stingy bag? I am so angry every day.

The point is that he is not angry at all, what is there to be angry about Chu Feng.

Moreover, Chu Feng smiled so sweetly in front of Sima Yi. In front of him, he looked like a little hedgehog, with all the thorns all over his body standing up.

"Who messed with you again?" Mo Shiyuan looked at the child who was half a head shorter than him in front of him.

The tone was so pet that I didn't even hear it, and I didn't realize if it was appropriate to say it.

In the past, how could Mo Shiyuan talk to Chu Feng in such a tone, that would have grabbed him by the neck and thrown him out the door.

"No one messes with me. I'm so free every day, who can mess with me, but the regent is busy recently."

"There are indeed a lot of things going on recently." What Mo Shiyuan said was not a lie.

During this period of time, he was really busy, there were a lot of things in the court, and the queen mother also secretly caused a lot of trouble for him.

I didn't have a good rest. The day before yesterday, I went to the palace to see Chu Feng in the middle of the night, so I didn't sleep much. After dealing with too many things yesterday, I fell asleep in the study. I woke up this morning and felt a little cold.

"Then get busy, I'm going back!" Chu Feng tightened the small box in his hand, bypassed Mo Shiyuan, and was about to leave.

However, when he passed by Mo Shiyuan, Mo Shiyuan grabbed his wrist: "I'll send you back."

Chu Feng felt that big warm hand grabbing his wrist, and he could even feel the warmth from Mo Shiyuan's palm.

The skin under Mo Shiyuan's wrist seemed to be hotter than other places, but Chu Feng's brain froze at this moment.

Someone send him back instead of Mo Shiyuan sending him back.

Chu Feng's mind is actually very sensitive. He has been here for two months, and because of his special status, he doesn't have many friends.

The only two people who are close to each other are Mo Shiyuan and Xiao Lizi.

And he and Mo Shiyuan were destined not to be friends.

"No, I have a carriage outside." Chu Feng's expression was very flat.

Mo Shiyuan wanted to send Chu Feng back by himself, but Chu Feng probably felt that he cared too much.

And isn't Chu Feng bothering him?

Mo Shiyuan pulled Chu Feng's slender wrist, how could he easily hold such a small hand with one hand.

Knowing that Chu Feng hasn't eaten well recently, it feels like Chu Feng has lost weight again.

Mo Shiyuan felt a feeling of ready to move in his body, the feeling that the blood in his bones was surging.

Especially when meeting Chu Feng.

In fact, he also felt this way in Chu Feng's room the night before yesterday.

The night of the full moon is coming again, it must be because I haven't taken the medicine this time, and it must be the child mother Gu is at work again.

However, it seems that I have never felt this way before.

Mo Shiyuan immediately let go of his hand, Chu Feng only felt that the restraint on his wrist was gone, and it still felt a little empty.

"Do you want to go back after eating? The kitchen has prepared food at this point." When Chu Feng took a step, Mo Shiyuan's voice came from behind.

I heard that Chu Feng hasn't eaten well recently, maybe he can eat more if he looks at him.

Of course, if Chu Feng was unwilling, Mo Shiyuan would not force it either.

Chu Feng's footsteps stopped, not to mention, he was really a little hungry.

Since the morning, he has personally made cakes for Mo Shiyuan, and he didn't eat much for lunch. In fact, his appetite has not been very good recently.

Why, Chu Feng felt that the cooks in the imperial dining room were not as fragrant as the Prince Regent's Mansion.

The meal he ate at Mo Shiyuan's place last time was quite delicious. Of course, since that meal, he has had an upset stomach, and he hasn't had much delicious food for so long.

"Alright, then I'll stay and have dinner."

After all, only delicious food can't live up to it!

He stayed for the delicious food, definitely not for Mo Shiyuan.

Chu Feng followed Mo Shiyuan into the door, and the old housekeeper almost lost his eyes when he saw that the regent of their family had brought this little ancestor back.

"Is the kitchen ready?" Mo Shiyuan asked.

The housekeeper said: "It should take a while, does the prince want to eat?"

"Go and remind me, I'm hungry." Mo Shiyuan ordered.

"Yes, my lord." The housekeeper hurried to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?" Mo Shiyuan looked back at Chu Feng: "I'll ask the kitchen to bring over some pastries."

Chu Feng was still holding the pastry in his hand, so he didn't know how to give it to Mo Shiyuan, after all, he just said it was for feeding the dogs.

"No, I'm not too hungry."

How can I eat when I am full of pastries later.

The last time I ate so many pastries and so much rice, my stomach hurts when I go back.

"Well, do you want to go to the study with me? There are still some memorials that have not been approved." Mo Shiyuan asked.

Chu Feng didn't want to review the memorials, he would rather be idle compared to that.

"All right." Anyway, Chu Feng is fine. It just so happened that last time he was in Mo Shiyuan's study, he also saw his other confiscated Danmei scripts.

Chu Feng followed Mo Shiyuan to the study, and Chu Feng put the small box he brought on Mo Shiyuan's desk.

After entering the study, after Mo Shiyuan let Chu Feng do whatever he wanted, he really started to critique the memorial.

Chu Feng continued to pick up his book and read it leisurely.

Well, today's novel is also good. It tells the story of a scholar from a rich family and another childhood sweetheart of a general.

Because of feudal thinking in ancient times, you can play for fun, but you are absolutely not allowed to play the real game. Later, the scholar son was forced by his family to marry a wife. He directly showed his love to men and never married, and was almost beaten to death.

Later, a palace change occurred, and the general son was assassinated to protect the emperor, and the scholar son also died.

It turned out to be a BE story, and Chu Feng felt sadistic when he saw it.

Before he finished reading, he heard a coughing sound not far away.

"Cough cough." Mo Shiyuan covered his mouth, his coughing sound was very low, as if he was holding back his cough.

Chu Feng looked up and found that Mo Shiyuan was still writing the memorial seriously. He took a brush and wrote down a row of small characters on the memorial.

Because Chu Feng was too free some time ago, he also learned a little brush calligraphy, but the writing was like a dog crawling, and he really felt too tired to lift his hands.

That kung fu was not something he could practice in a day or two, but Chu Feng knew that Mo Shiyuan's handwriting was beautiful, just like him, the handwriting he wrote was very bold and arrogant, but also beautiful.

After reading for a while, Chu Feng continued to read his own book. Not long after, there was another coughing sound.

"Cough cough..."

Chu Feng put down the book: "Why don't you drink some medicine."

"Did it bother you?" Mo Shiyuan still held a pen in his hand.

"No, I heard from your steward that you are sick. You must not be sick. Recently, there are many affairs in the court, but you have to deal with them." Chu Feng said quickly.

If Mo Shiyuan was seriously ill, he would not be able to support this country.

Chu Feng said that he is very self-aware!

Mo Shiyuan: "..."

He feels that he is an emotionless machine, and his existence is to help Chu Feng handle everything and stabilize the country?

So Chu Feng cared about him because if he was sick, no one would deal with the court affairs?

He suddenly wanted to strike, he didn't want to work.

Mo Shiyuan continued to deal with official duties, but the little emperor stood up quietly.

He left the study, found the housekeeper, and asked the housekeeper where Mo Shiyuan's medicine was.

He didn't forget the last time Mo Shiyuan fed him medicine, and this time he will also feed Mo Shiyuan medicine!

He can't die!

Sure enough, Feng Shui took turns, and it was Mo Shiyuan's turn so soon.

Mo Shiyuan's medicine had been kept warm in the kitchen. Ever since the butler ordered the medicine to be boiled in the morning, he originally wanted to wait for the prince to drink it after he went down to court, but the prince was so busy that he didn't touch the ground. He went out as soon as he came back. Go and talk to the major ministers.

Now when I get home, I still have to deal with today's court memorial, which must be finished before going to bed, otherwise there will be new ones the next day, and if they are piled up, they will pile up more and more.

Besides, many things are urgent and cannot be delayed.

If it wasn't for the current emperor's incompetence, how could their princes be so tired.

"The king regent's medicine is in the kitchen, this old servant will get it now." The butler quickly went to the kitchen and brought Mo Shiyuan's medicine, which had been hot for almost a whole day.

Chu Feng looked at the dark Chinese medicine, exuding a bitter taste, and felt a burst of joy.

snort!Let you force me to drink medicine!

A few days ago, he drank so much medicine that he almost vomited. He even suspected that the Chinese medicine was the reason why he couldn't eat recently. Now it's finally Mo Shiyuan's turn.

"Give it to me!" Chu Feng took the tray from the old housekeeper.

Then he went into the study with the medicine in his hand. Although Mo Shiyuan was still busy, waiting for him to finish approving the memorial in his hand, before picking up the next one, Chu Feng immediately put the medicine bowl in his hand in front of Mo Shiyuan.

"Drink the medicine, I don't want to say it a second time!" The tone was very hostile, the tone Mo Shiyuan used when he threatened him last time.

"Three seconds, if you don't drink, I will open your mouth!"

Mo Shiyuan: "..."

These words seem familiar.