The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

In this life, Ming Feiqing's knee injury was not serious enough to use a wheelchair.

When the dog emperor's affairs were over, he walked out of the bedroom with swift strides, leaving Huai Ziyu far behind.

"Ming Feiqing, stop for me!"

Huaijin took two quick steps and blocked people at the corner of the palace.

"What the hell are you having a temper with? How did I mess with you recently? Do you mind so much that I didn't come back to accompany you on the wedding night?!"

If it was in the previous life, Ming Feiqing really cared about it very much, and this matter could cause him a heartache, but now, not only does he not mind, but he can't wait to set off a string of firecrackers at the door to celebrate Huaijin's wedding night and not disgust him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Huai Ziyu thought it was the reason, and explained: "If Lin Ji died in the East Palace that night, the Lin family would stand on the opposite side of me. How would this help the overall situation? Let me explain it myself? Besides, we have been married for a long time, why should we care about the cumbersome etiquette of the newlyweds? You never used to be so vulgar."

Ming Feiqing looked at the person in front of him coldly.

In this case, Huaijin also said in his previous life that he was too stupid to think that he had a special place in his heart. In order to save this three-acre land, he maintained this relationship with the utmost humility, hanging his head too low, So much so that he didn't see the cold desire in Huai Ziyu's eyes at all, which was the thirst for power.

Everything he did was to get on that dragon chair.

He wanted to stand at the highest point and trample everyone under his feet, and Ming Feiqing was naturally included among these people.

In Huai Ziyu's eyes, he was just a stepping stone that could be used to relieve lust. It was ridiculous that Ming Feiqing in his previous life really thought he was an exception.

He didn't answer, but just looked at Huai Jin, the man he had loved with all his heart and soul, with his eyes approaching coldness.

Huaijin frowned: "Why don't you speak?"

"What does Your Highness want to hear? Hear me admit my mistake and apologize to you? Do you think you can stand my apology?"

Huaijin: "..."

Ming Feiqing pushed him away and was about to leave, Huai Ziyu hugged him around the waist, and pushed him against the palace wall, Ming Feiqing raised his hand to slap him on the face, pushing him away, the confrontation of disparity in strength has not yet continued After a while, it was interrupted by a voice.

"See Your Highness the Crown Prince, see...the Crown Princess."

Huaijin followed the prestige and saw that the person who came was Prime Minister Lin.

Taking advantage of Huai Ziyu's unpreparedness, Ming Feiqing kicked Huai Ziyu's knee and pushed him away completely.

Enduring the pain in his knee, Huaijin clasped Ming Feiqing's hand calmly to prevent him from slipping away, then forced a smile to face Lin Xiang: "You don't have to be polite, Prime Minister, why did you enter the palace today? "

Prime Minister Lin glanced at Ming Feiqing, meaning to point out: "Your Majesty is ill, I came to the palace to see him, and by the way, get some new medicine for Ji'er's heart disease."

Huaijin: "Is Lin Ji's illness better?"

Prime Minister Lin sighed: "When people are awake, they always cry out that their heart hurts and they still have nightmares."

Huaijin deliberately asked: "Oh? What kind of nightmare did you have?"

Prime Minister Lin shook his head: "I don't know, I don't want to go into details with my minister." He looked at Ming Feiqing, and suddenly made a bow, "On the day of the wedding, it was Ji'er who was rude to the young master. For punishing him, Ji'er dare not complain."

These words sounded polite, but they were actually reminding Huaijin that the Empress Dowager gave Ming Feiqing a head start.

Anyone around Huaijin who has anything to do with Shoukang Palace will not end well.

I thought Ming Feiqing should be in a hurry to avoid suspicion and explain, but I didn't expect him to say generously: "It's good that Lin Ji knows that he is rude, and Lin Xiang should thank the Queen Mother for disciplining his son for you."

After all, she is a justifiable concubine and her status is higher than that of the prime minister. If she wants to put on airs to teach her subordinates, she is fully qualified to do so.

Prime Minister Lin, a veteran of the two dynasties, was taught a condescending lesson by a junior in his early twenties who had no fame but just happened to be in the eyes of the prince. How could he be convinced in his heart, but he didn't dare to contradict him openly, so he had to look at Huaijin.

It stands to reason that Huai Ziyu should react at this time-his wife is talking about his mother-killing enemy, but anyone with a bit of blood can't tolerate it.

However, Huai Jin acted as if he didn't hear it, his face was calm, and he didn't intend to speak to the prime minister.

After a moment of embarrassment, Prime Minister Lin had no choice but to put down his face and bow his head to recognize Ming Feiqing's words.

After Lin Xiang left, Huaijin was about to say something else, but Ming Feiqing had already shaken off his hand, left him and walked out of the palace, running faster than a rabbit.

Huai Ziyu shook his empty hand, feeling uncomfortable.

It's the end of summer, and the East Palace is busy preparing for the fall.

Xichun properly counted the trivial matters of the six divisions in the mansion, compiled them into a small booklet, and handed it to Ming Feiqing for review.

The Sixth Division of the Eastern Palace was in charge of food, clothing, housing and transportation in the mansion. It was as big as the scheduling of the inner courtyard personnel, and as small as whether the prince's python robe was made of gold or silver.

In the past, Ming Feiqing did all these things by himself, after all, it was a matter of Huaijin's dignity, and now that this booklet was placed in front of him, he didn't even bother to look through it.

Xichun had no choice but to ask about the most important items in it, and only after getting Ming Feiqing's nod did she go to arrange the purchase.

At this moment, the housekeeper came in and reported, "His Royal Highness sent someone to say that today he inspected the troops in the outskirts of Beijing and won't be back at noon."

Huaijin changed her temper recently, and when something happened and she couldn't come back for dinner, she would specially send someone to inform Ming Feiqing, for fear that he might misunderstand something.

Ming Feiqing clapped his hands and applauded: "Without him dangling in front of my eyes, I can eat two more bowls of rice at noon."

housekeeper:"......."

"His Royal Highness said that he wants Shaojun to make lunch and send it to the barracks to eat with him."

Ming Feiqing paused while drinking tea, and snorted coldly: "He will enjoy it, but I won't go."

"Young Master, if you don't go, the ones who will be punished will be me and the chef." The butler is quite old and almost kneels down to Ming Feiqing.

Ming Feiqing: "..."

In the end, he couldn't bear it, so he put down his teacup and reluctantly agreed.

The housekeeper was overjoyed: "His Royal Highness also said that he wants to eat the food cooked by Shaojun himself."

Ming Feiqing: "......" It's really pushing an inch!

"Okay, I'll cook for him myself." He agreed simply, put down his cup and went to the cook.

At noon, Ming Feiqing filled his stomach and asked his servants to bring the meals he had prepared to the carriage, and then went to the military camp in the suburbs of Beijing.

The military barracks in the suburbs of Beijing is the school ground for the royal family to practice troops, which can accommodate [-] troops to practice formations at the same time.

The barracks are important, and the checkpoints are extremely strict.

Even a person with status needs the imperial decree or the permission of the prince.

The soldiers guarding the checkpoint recognized that it was the carriage from the Eastern Palace, so they knew that the person was of high status, and seeing that the young man who came down from above was as beautiful as a crown jade, with the pass token of the Eastern Palace pinned to his waist, he immediately guessed that it was His Highness's newly married man. the princess.

Naturally, there was no need to go through any procedures, and Ming Feiqing was directly welcomed into the barracks.

As soon as Ming Feiqing stepped into the territory of the military camp, he suddenly heard the neighing of a horse. He followed the sound and saw a tall black horse suddenly lost its temper, broke free from the rein and was about to rush out of the military camp, and Ming Feiqing happened to be standing there. Right in the middle of the exit!

In the blink of an eye, everyone couldn't react in time. Just when the wild horse was about to hit Ming Feiqing, a figure flashed past. He flew onto the horse, wrapped the rope around the horse's neck, and pulled back. The wild horse immediately took a few steps back, splashing. There was a lot of sand.

The man on the horse put on the reins neatly, tamed the horse in twos and twos, then got off the horse, walked up to Ming Feiqing, cupped his hands and said, "Young Master was frightened, this horse was robbed from the northern border a while ago. , the temper is very wild, today I didn't check it for a while and let it run out, Shaojun is not hurt, right?"

Ming Feiqing recovered from the shock and recognized that the person who saved him was Song Bai - the general who had his head cut off and exposed to the sun in the canyon in the previous life during the Western Expedition, and was also Huaijin's confidant and savior.

It was only then that he thought about scanning the entire barracks. Not far away, a group of young generals were demonstrating their art of war on the sand, and a few young soldiers who hadn’t lost their childishness were sharpening their knives and practicing their guns. Half a year later, he was killed by the old emperor's selfishness on the western border.

They either died in the snowstorm, or were trampled by enemy horses, or died in the fighting - 20 lives and a general Song Bai.

This was the sharpest knife that could stab Huai Ziyu.

Even if this ending was foreseen...

Ming Feiqing really wanted to die.