The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 110: Ning to bear the country, not to bear the beauty of laughter
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"Farewell to Concubine Yao!" Ye Junqing turned around and looked at Feng Yihan at random after arbitrarily handing over her hands. He really didn't want to see Yao Mowan's respectful face at the moment.
"His Royal Highness, Jun Qing has ordered the Imperial Dining Room to prepare a table of banquets, and today is considered to be an official reception for His Royal Highness!"
"Brother Junqing is interested. In an informal state banquet, call me Yihan." Feng Yihan's thin lips curled slightly, and the sincerity between his eyebrows was not deliberate.
"Okay! Yihan, please come inside!" Yesterday, I had a very happy conversation with Feng Yihan, but Ye Junqing was not artificial.
"Should this palace go ahead?" Yao Mowan's abrupt sentence immediately destroyed the beautiful atmosphere in front of him, Ye Junqing took a deep breath, and before he spoke, he saw Feng Yihan respectfully giving way out. Smiling at Yao Mowan.
"Yao Concubine, please!" Qingyue's voice was like rain hitting celadon, pleasant to the ear. Yao Mowan was not polite, and walked into the Lama Temple in a swagger.
During the dinner, Ye Junqing and Feng Yihan talked about the past and the present. They explored the world and the north. On one side, Yao Mowan spent most of the time eating and drinking, but in fact, he passed every word of Feng Yihan, even if Feng Yihan No matter how good the cover was, his majestic ambition was revealed in the conversation.
Of course, in order to play the role to the fullest, Yao Mowan will not miss the opportunity to insert an irrelevant question. Every time, Ye Junqing’s eyes are filled with unconcealed indignation. On the other hand, Feng Yi Han can patiently and meticulously explain doubts, and even discuss with Yao Mowan for a while.
Back to Guanju Palace, Ye Junqing hadn't waited for Yao Mowan to sit down and take a sip of tea before he had come out of the dress, before he threw a series of complaints.
"Even if the emperor doesn’t wait to see Feng Yihan again, shouldn’t he show up? Even if he doesn’t show up, he shouldn’t let you go to the shabby people’s house. So are you, do you want to be so exaggerated? If this king is still the same. Regardless of Prince Su, now this king is just an idler, no matter from which way, he has neglected Feng Yihan!" Ye Junqing looked at Yao Mowan angrily.
"On the day when the emperor ordered you to entertain Feng Yihan, you should know what the emperor meant. For the dying person, the emperor does not need to waste time on him. As for letting this palace come forward, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, in the eyes of the world, this palace is indeed the emperor's most beloved concubine. It is the reaction of the prince that really disappointed Mo Wan!" Yao Mowan looked at Ye Junqing who was pacing back and forth in front of him with a solemn voice.
"What's wrong with this king?" Ye Junqing disapproved.
"But in a day's time, did the prince take out Feng Yihan's heart and lungs? He actually reported the injustice to him like this. It seems that Feng Yihan's power is not the depth of the city, but his good at attacking the heart." Yao Mowan Analysis of current disadvantages in Bianstone.
"This king just thinks that Feng Yihan shouldn't be so despised, that's all." Ye Junqing heard that he was guilty, but he still tried his best to argue.
"It's better to be nothing more than that. The prince should know that Feng Yihan and you are not the same kind of people. He is in his heart, and he is bound to win the throne of Qi. Every step he takes is for his king. The road is foreshadowing, and Mo Wan only hopes that the prince will become a stepping stone to his success." Yao Mowan gracefully lifted the teapot, poured the cup and pushed it to the direction of Ye Junqing.
"Didn’t you always advocate protecting him?" Yao Mowan’s words were so shocking that Ye Junqing couldn’t help but Shen Ning. At this moment, he had enough reason to believe that Yao Mowan in front of him was smart or Scheming, not to lose Mo Xin at that time.
"My palace wants the prince to make him feel that you care about protecting him so that he will be grateful. If the prince is protecting him comprehensively while being used by him, he will only think that the prince is stupid! This Feng Yihan is really not easy!” It’s not as well known as meeting each other. At the moment when he saw Feng Yihan, Yao Mowan knew that he could survive the embarrassed environment and sit firmly as a prince, which is by no means good.
"What's the difference? This king just doesn't want Da Chu to be involved in the internal conflict of Qi, and he doesn't ask him to be grateful." Ye Jun looked at Yao Mowan with clear eyes, and said with a serious face.
"The prince, the servant maid had to say something boldly, my master's self-destructive image helped you, you don't need to be grateful, and you are always censoring, which is really chilling." Even if Ye Junqing is noble and handsome, but Seeing him speaking to Yao Mowan like this, Tingyue couldn't help complaining.
"How did she help this king? How did this king blame her? Ting Yue, your words are getting more and more endless!" Ye Junqing looked at Ting Yue suspiciously, confessing to Ting Yue's accusation.
"Lord..." Ting Yue tried to argue again, but Yao Mowan was summoned by Yao Mowan.
"Tingyue, don’t be familiar with him, this palace is tired, help this palace go back to rest." Ye Junqing has no heart to embrace the world, and naturally does not understand everything he has done, Yao Mowan stood up leisurely. Walk into the inner room.
"Don't go! This king still has something to say!" Seeing Yao Mowan leave, Ye Junqing spoke immediately.
"Isn't Xuzi there anymore." Yao Mowan responded, and entered the inner room without looking back. Ye Junqing heard the words and looked at the increasingly lazy flocculus on the chaise longue, and three black lines floated on his forehead.
Suitable for the night, the moonlight is bright, the stars are soft, and the peach blossoms in the trees are bathed in the moonlight, exuding a faint gleam, exquisitely exquisite.
"Master, the king of Chu deceived people too much. Not only did he let an abandoned prince entertain you, but also called that idiot concubine. He clearly didn't put you in his eyes!" The cold voice was like a snow seal on a thousand-year-old cold mountain. , There is no temperature. A man in night clothes stood upright behind Feng Yihan, with a handsome face, but without a trace of expression. This person listens to the wind, and Feng Yihan's subordinates are special hidden guards.
"No wonder Ye Hongyi, his father's heart is so obvious to me, and Ye Hongyi is not stupid, how can he not see the current situation of the prince Ben. But he can let Ye Junqing greet me, but he gave Ben The prince is a pleasant surprise. You must not underestimate Ye Junqing. It is not an exaggeration if the prince said that the great Chu rivers and mountains were shot down by him. If it were not for that woman, how could the throne of Chu allow Ye Hongyi to sit on? So stable!" In front of Feng Yihan's independent window, the sharpness in his eyes dimmed Yuehui and the stars.
"Does the master mean Yao Moxin?" In this era of multi-national separatism and the coexistence of heroes, those who have left traces on the political stage, whether men or women, will be remembered by people.
"The beauty is easy to wither, the city is easy to be brittle, and the woman who combines the stunning beauty and the utmost wisdom like that will be jealous of the sky. What a pity!" Feng Yihan's eyes flashed a touch of regret, and she had to return to peace for a while.
"It seems that the rumors are true. Ye Junqing's elder brother-in-law, who has ended up like this now, is really worthless." Tingfeng shook his head.
"I would rather lose the country and live up to the beauty of the smile, and only he knows whether it is worth it or not. Is the'Phantom Seven Kills' coming?" Feng Yihan's words turned abruptly, with a solemn expression.
"The secret envoy came to report that the'Phantom Seven Kills' left Qi the day before, and the target was the master." Listening to the wind truthfully reported.
"It seems that the emperor father was cruel and wanted to get rid of me this time and set up a priest..." The bones in the imperial room were mutilated. It is common for father and son to turn against each other, but common things do not mean that they have become numb. Feng Yihan still feels heartache for chasing and killing his biological father.
"Master, you can't wait any longer!"
"Yeah, I really can't wait any longer, let them prepare. As long as the prince can go back alive..." Feng Yihan sighed lightly, choking the second half of the words in his throat.
"Master, rest assured, listen to the wind and swear to protect the prince from death!" Listening to the wind, his voice was sonorous and powerful.
Spoken, Feng Yihan waved back and listened to the wind, staring at the peach blossom forest in front of him, but he seemed to look farther through the peach blossom.
Perhaps he didn't want to meet Feng Yihan. Ye Hongyi didn't go to Guanju Palace in these two days. Instead, Feng Yihan came to visit when he learned that Ye Junqing lived in Guanju Palace.
When Feng Yihan appeared in Guanju Palace, Guanju Palace was in chaos.
"Manny...so much blood, what should I do?" Tingyue's hands holding the water basin trembled, her feet kept stomping on the ground, and anxious tears kept pouring out.
"Don't make noise! This palace is not doing it!" On the chaise longue, Yao Mowan knelt there, stroking Yuzi's belly with her hands down, biting her lips, and sweating on her forehead.
"Will you be! Why haven't you given birth yet? I heard that you have to walk a lot during pregnancy! It's all you, always holding the flocculus, do you treat it as a warmer!" Seeing Xuzi's painful Meow, Ye Junqing frowned and clenched his fists, not forgetting to complain about Yao Mowan from time to time.