Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Fu Jian hesitantly accepted the memorial handed over by Wang Meng, and opened it...

What catches the eye is the slightly chaotic outline of the ink pen, with slurred words and no thoughts, but it is true that his handwriting is correct.

"This..." Fu Jian didn't know how to explain it for a moment, he could only look at Wang Meng in embarrassment, and waited for the lecture as if resigned to his fate.

"I just hope that the king can concentrate on government affairs as before." The king sighed fiercely, and continued: "I don't know if the king has noticed. In the past, the king has always hated wasting pride, but now..."

Before Wang Meng finished speaking, he got up and kowtowed, saying: "My lord begs the king to put Daqin Sheji first." After speaking, he got up and left.

Fu Jian watched his back going away, looked down at the chaotic memorial in his hand again, and then slowly raised his head after a while, and sat helplessly on the chair.

"Come on!" Fu Jian shouted out as if making up his mind.

The palace servants who had been waiting at the door entered the room respectfully and waited for orders, but the decision Fu Jian just made seemed to be overturned in an instant.

He could have deprived Murong Chong of everything he had given to Murong Chong with just one word, he could have left him anywhere in the world, no matter whether he was dead or alive.

But he just couldn't open his mouth, just let him escape from the place under his control like this, obviously he was married to someone else, obviously very angry and annoyed him, but he couldn't even do the next imperial decree.

Fu Jian had to admit his incompetence, he had to admit that forgetting what he thought was not so simple, he sighed helplessly, and said, "Come over for another pot of hot tea for me."

The palace man received the order and retreated respectfully.

The door was closed, Fu Jian laughed at himself, reopened those boring memorials, and tried his best to focus on it.

Half an hour later, Fu Jian angrily threw away the ink brush in his hand, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn it, it's still not good!"

The maid grinding ink next to her was so frightened that she immediately knelt down on the ground, trembling all over.

Fu Jian didn't even look at her, and walked straight out, followed by a few courtiers with winking eyes, but no one dared to speak.

Everyone knows that the emperor's temper has become more and more difficult to fathom recently.

Following Fu Jian's footsteps, he stopped and raised his eyes to see Princess Qinghe's courtyard.

Fu Jian hesitated for a second, but continued to walk forward.

Qinghe's health has just improved in the past two days, and he can roughly eat something. Finally, his body has improved a bit, and he is no longer as weak as the previous two days.

Just as the palace people behind were about to open their mouths to pass on the message, Fu Jian raised his hand to signal him to stop.

Fu Jian stepped into the room, and saw Qinghe sitting under the window, quietly looking at the book in his hand, with a gentle and beautiful profile, this kind of temperament is not found in other people in the palace, this temperament is very similar to what Murong Chong sometimes shows .

Before that, Fu Jian thought it was just a kind of aristocratic temperament, after all, they grew up in that kind of environment.It was only later that I gradually discovered that this feeling belonged exclusively to their two siblings, but Qinghe seemed too quiet, while Murong Chong was slightly sharp, making people want to explore and understand.

Fu Jian thought, probably this is the reason.

"Are you feeling better?" Fu Jian asked.

Qinghe raised his head in surprise, and after confirming the visitor, he wanted to get up and salute, but Fu Jian had already walked to her side, and stretched out his hand to help her up: "No need."

"Why is the king here?"

"I have nothing to do, come and take a look." Fu Jian talked nonsense without blushing, while holding Qing He's hand and sat down by the window, asking, "What are you looking at?"

"A little idle reading, just to pass the time."

Fu Jian looked out of the window and said thoughtfully: "To tell you the truth, life in the palace is really so boring, right?"

Qinghe looked at Fu Jian's side face, knew the deep meaning of his question, and replied: "It's been like this since I was a child, I'm used to it, but men are much better than women, they want to learn martial arts and literature, and when they are older, they go in and out of the palace. The restrictions on the door are not so strict, and it always looks much more chic and comfortable.”

"Have you ever been envious?"

"Envy, I only hate that I'm not a man..." Qinghe replied softly.

Hearing this, Fu Jian finally turned his head to look at her face, and the next moment, he burst out laughing: "There is always no trace of sincerity in this palace. I thought you were a princess, so I understood."

"I understand, but this is always out of my control, but I also understand that this is just my own mind, I don't ask for anything..."

"Don't ask for anything?" Fu Jian smiled even more: "I can never believe it."

"Does His Majesty only believe in Chong'er?" Qinghe couldn't control himself for a while, and only regretted it after asking.

Fu Jian didn't care, and replied: "Wrong, I don't believe him either."

Qinghe raised his head and looked into Fu Jian's eyes. He wanted to ask the word "why" but dared not.

But Fu Jian continued: "It's just that I don't know why, even if it's fake, I'm happy. In fact, I very much hope that he can tell me what you just said."

Fu Jian stood up, turned his back to Qinghe, and said what he had always wanted to say to Murong Chong: "Actually, he never knew how bad his acting was, but I would rather let him believe that he had lied to me, because then , he will continue to act, because of that, I actually feel satisfied."

"Your Majesty..." Qing He murmured, choking with sobs, "Qing He can't even replace him, can't he?"

Fu Jian turned around, didn't see the moment when Qinghe wiped away his tears, but only saw the mist in her eyes, finally he still had some pity, and said: "You can, but are you willing?"

Qinghe smiled mockingly: "If the king says yes, then it is possible. The king asked if we would like to? The king has never considered whether we are willing, and now he is asking me if I am willing?"

Fu Jian pulled Qinghe across the table and stood beside the table: "It seems that Princess Qinghe also has such a side. I always thought you were just like a pool of stagnant water."

"It turns out that the king wants to see me in such a mess." Qinghe turned his face away and sneered.

Fu Jian stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, and made her look at him: "It's wrong again. Only this time, I am really interested in your appearance, but next time, if you treat me with such an attitude, you may be punished. Although I don’t like cruel officials, I will always give you a good time and let you understand that the emperor’s prestige cannot be challenged by anyone.”

After finishing speaking, without giving Qinghe time to react, he domineeringly sealed her lips, brushed off the teacup on the table, rolled over Qinghe's body and pressed her on the table, leaning against her back from behind...

Qinghe's hands tightly pinched the edge of the table, resisting the pain, but tears kept falling because of the pain, but the man was invisible behind her, and it wouldn't change anything if he saw it, Qinghe thought.

There is a soft sound in the house, and it stops after half a sound...