minister wants to kill the king

Feng Su's mother, Concubine Xiang, is His Majesty's most beloved concubine today. Although she was born in the countryside and has no family background to rely on, she is naive and straightforward at best, and rude and stupid at worst, but unexpectedly enjoys the favor all by herself; And Feng Su is innocent and well-behaved, and His Majesty loves her the most. The mother and son are all favored. I wonder who in the palace is not jealous.

But in fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Feng Su's position is the most embarrassing. The mother's family is powerless and favored. The mother and son are in the palace. The only thing they can rely on is the emperor's favor. Two people who stepped on the soles of their feet.

The emperor's kindness is mighty, but also the coldest. If you can spoil you today, you can spoil her tomorrow.Whether it is the prince or Fengyan from the noble concubine, everyone is more powerful than Fengsu.Fengsu's mother and son live in the palace only by Jun En, and every step of the way is dangerous, and if there is any accident, they will be smashed to pieces.

But Feng Su can only pretend to be good, he can't argue with the crown prince and Feng Yan, so he can only hide his clumsiness and try to figure out the coldest father-son relationship in the world.

This is his only reliance.

On that side, Fengyan's harsh words continued, and another voice catered to her from time to time. The voice was heard to be Song Linchuan, Fengyan's companion.

The young Xue Lang looked shocked, and hurriedly looked at Feng Su's face, only to see that Feng Su's face had already sunk, his thin lips were drawn into a line, and his dark eyes were full of gloom.

After a while, Feng Su closed his eyes, turned around and left.

After walking two steps, Feng Su realized something was wrong, and turned around, the young Xue Lang was still standing on the spot with his hands clenched into fists, the veins in his hands were bulging, and his red eyes looked like an angry beast.

"Xue Langjun?" Feng Su called him in a low voice, "Let's go."

Awakened by the voice, the young Xue Lang turned his head to look at him, his voice mixed with forbearable anger, "They said that about you! They said that about you!"

Feng Su raised his lips and smiled.

The young Xue Lang was stunned.

Feng Su's brows and eyes were gentle, and he repeated the original words softly, "Let's go."

Feng Yan asked alertly: "Who?"

Feng Su: ""

Xue Lang: ""

Chang Bao: ""

The next moment, Feng Yan came out from behind the bushes, followed by his companion Song Linchuan.

It should be embarrassing to say bad things about someone behind the back and be smashed by the person concerned, but Feng Yan didn't follow the usual way, raised his eyelids a little, and said arrogantly in a drawn-out tone: "Yo, third brother, what a coincidence."

It's quite a coincidence.

Song Linchuan was not so bold as to meddle in the grievances between the two princes, he shrank behind Feng Yan, trying to minimize the sense of presence, embarrassment was written all over his body.

The young Xue Lang glared at Feng Yan angrily, and took a step sideways to block Feng Su behind him.

Feng Yan asked in surprise, "What are you?"

"Xue Lang, get out of the way." Feng Su said.

The clenched fist made a crisp sound of rubbing knuckles, the young Xue Lang glared at Feng Yan angrily for a while, and then retreated behind Feng Su reluctantly, but his eyes were still full of vigilance, staring at Feng Yan without blinking. delay.

Feng Yan glanced at Xue Lang casually, raised his eyebrows triumphantly, like a victorious rooster, snorted haughtily, crossed Fengsu and walked away.Song Linchuan lowered his head, followed Feng Yan's buttocks, and walked away dejectedly.

The young Xue Lang trembled all over.

Feng Su was puzzled, "Xue Langjun, why don't you leave?"

It wasn't until Feng Su turned his head that he realized that the young Xue Lang pursed his lips, his eyes were red with anger, and his face was full of anger.

Feng Su frowned invisibly.

The one being ridiculed is obviously himself, why is Xue Lang so angry?

For this new companion, Feng Su really didn't understand what the other party was thinking, and she was too lazy to talk to her, and the other party had to keep looking for a sense of presence.

baffling.

Feng Su was already a little upset because of Feng Yan's words, so he didn't bother to be polite to Xue Lang at this time, so he turned around and walked away——

The young Xue Lang stayed where he was for a while, and hurriedly followed, dejected.

After a while, Feng Su only heard the people behind him say in a low voice, "I, Caomin, don't want others to bully Your Highness."

Rao Chang Bao, who looked at his eyes, his nose, his nose, and his heart, also looked back at the young Xue Lang in surprise.

Feng Su: ""

Feng Su was a little surprised, he didn't understand Xue Lang's logic, and he was a little confused, "What does my matter have to do with you?" However, the words were still pushed back from the tip of his tongue.

With a gentle look on his face, he pretended not to hear, and walked forward without stopping.

Walking to the Anle Hall, I didn't feel a burst of warmth until I entered the house. The cold wind in the capital was really too strong.

After taking off the fox fur, Feng Su realized that the new companion was still standing outside the hall.

It's like wood.

Chang Bao walked over and said to the young Xue Lang: "You can send Mr. Xue here, but you should go back early to rest, Mr. Xue."

Feng Su picked up the ginger soup prepared by the maid, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young Xue Lang who was still in a daze. The two were not far away, so they could hear each other's voice clearly.

The young Xue Lang said: "I want to serve His Highness."

Chang Bao patiently said: "It is enough if there are slaves and maidservants."

"But I am His Highness's companion, can't I?"

"unnecessary."

There are also those who rush to serve people.

Feng Su was amused, and breathed out, the warm ginger soup dispelled the cold air all over his body, and he felt much more comfortable, so he put down the bowl and said, "Please come in, Mr. Xue, it's freezing cold, drink a bowl of ginger soup." Tea and go."

Ginger tea is made from sun-dried autumn jujubes, pitted and chopped, then boiled together with shredded ginger, served with sprout sugar and other things, and made into tea soup, which can dispel cold and strengthen the spleen. It smells delicious and tastes spicy and sweet. , is a common cold-dispelling tea soup among the people.

The young Xue Lang picked up the bowl and took a sip, his expression changed instantly.

Glancing at Feng Su, seeing that the other party didn't notice him, he quickly pinched his nose and downed a bowl in one breath, immediately his mouth was filled with a strange taste, the sweetness of dates and the pungentness of ginger, burning straight into his stomach drill.

Young Xue Lang: ""

When there were no outsiders, Feng Su didn't seem to like talking very much, and curled up on the cot to read the book after taking it, ignoring anyone.The entire Anle Hall was very quiet, and a needle could be heard falling.

As dull as a young Xue Lang, he also knew at this moment that he was not welcome.

The imperial concubine's bedroom.

Concubine Rong was leaning on the embroidered table, her head resting on one hand, her eyelids were half closed, and she looked lazy. Although she was over thirty years old, she was still beautiful, and she even spoke softly, with a hint of laziness.

"You're quite a grown man, what are you fussing about with those three highnesses all day long?" Concubine Rong raised her eyelids a little, and the mother and son had the same red phoenix eyes, long and narrow and pointed upwards, squinting at Feng Yan slightly.

"I'm afraid that Feng Su's son is the only one in my father's eyes." Feng Yan sneered, "The concubine Xiang's method of coquettishness, her son is also the same. Sooner or later, the mother and son will—"

"Oh, my silly Yan'er." Concubine Rong interrupted Feng Yan's rebellious words in time, and lightly patted the edge of the couch with her hand painted in bright red Kou Dan, "Come here and beat your concubine's legs."

Feng Yan's anger was blocked in the middle of the way, and he sat forward with a displeased face, hammering Concubine Rong's leg every now and then.

"Is Yan'er jealous?" Concubine Rong said with a smile, "Is it because you think that your father has never had family happiness with you? Are you jealous of the Third Highness?"

Feng Yan's face turned red to the base of his neck, "No!" He turned his head angrily and said, "Who cares about those things, childish. The child just thinks that the father values ​​them too much, and the father hasn't come to see them for a month. You."

So Concubine Rong understood, and burst out laughing with a "puchi", "What do you care about those? If he doesn't come, I'll still be happy."

"But" Feng Yan looked worried.

Concubine Rong murmured: "You have concubine mother and the Rong family behind you. In the future, the entire Rong family will be your help. Concubine mother hopes that you will look up. Your majesty has been dissatisfied with the prince for a long time. This is your best wish." Chance."

As she spoke, Concubine Rong glanced at Feng Yan, who had her head down. From her perspective, she could only see the uneasy son's hair whirling, so she sighed, "How can they compare with us? What skills does the village girl, Binna, have? What can she give to the Third Highness? Teaching him how to grow vegetables is not bad. Behind the mother and concubine is the entire Rong family's prime minister's mansion. Why don't you understand this?"

Feng Yan moved her lips anxiously, wanting to say something, but felt powerless to refute.

The hand painted with bright red Kou Dan lightly stroked the top of Feng Yan's head, Concubine Rong smiled: "So, mother concubine doesn't need to please the emperor like the concubine Xiang, and you don't need to show his father-son love, understand. Is it?"

"If he dotes on His Royal Highness, let him dote on him. He is the emperor, and his vision will only be farther than ours. He will never let that village girl's son sit on the throne. Don't always make your father unhappy, don't talk to me." The third highness is here, and it is the business to make some achievements in terms of political achievements, so as to impress your father."

Feng Yan lowered his eyes, with a look of sadness on his face, and said in a low voice: "Yes."

"Okay." Concubine Rong sat up, rolled up her sleeves, and said with a smile: "I heard that Master Shi Qing has come to the palace? I wonder if there is a chance to listen to the master's lecture."

Feng Yan thought to himself, what's so good about the bald donkey chanting scriptures, and suddenly heard Concubine Rong ask:

"Have you finished copying the ten times?"

Feng Yan: "Go right now, baby."

"The benefactor sat with the poor monk for a day, but what did he realize?"

Xue Lang sneered, "Damn donkey, can you stop being so narcissistic? Who knows what ghosts you read, and you still enlightened? You are deaf from the noise."

The monk was wearing a moon-white monk's robe, sitting upright in the Buddhist hall without any dust. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his face was peaceful. Anyone who saw the monk in front of him would have the feeling that time was frozen in this moment.

Xue Lang changed his posture again, from floating to sitting on the beam. From his current angle, the face of the Buddha's majestic treasure was in front of him, and he didn't need to look up at all. Ni Buddha flush feeling.

Looking down on all beings.

"Let me ask you one last time, do you really not consider subjugating demons?"

The monk lowered his eyes, and there was still a vague smile on his lips, "The donor's fate is not exhausted, and the poor monk is really incompetent."

Xue Lang: ""

Suddenly, Xue Lang appeared in front of the monk, grabbed the monk's collar, and still passed through, "Master Shi Qing, please, kill me."

Shi Qing: ""