The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1417 Someone Jumped Out Again

Even if Emperor Yuwen wanted to make trouble, he had no reason to make trouble at this moment, and after a long time, he just felt extremely tired, raised his hand and pressed his temple and let out a long breath of foul air.

It seems that none of today's plans will come to fruition, and he can only wait for the opportunity later, he waved his hand, "Everyone, I'm really sorry, I'm going back because I feel a little unwell, and the next banquet will be held by Come and entertain me, the queen."

The queen, who had been serving as the background board, watched Emperor Yuwen being supported by Eunuch Feng, with one hand on his head, and the back view of him leaving slowly, the expression on his face froze.

She has always known that this dog emperor is not a good thing, but now she realizes that he is such a dog that he pushed her out, he is simply not a man.

The queen scolded Emperor Yuwen no less than a hundred times in her heart, but she still greeted the big guy with a gentle smile on her face.

In fact, it would be a little disrespectful to ask the queen to entertain these family figures.

The queen doesn't have any background, she's just a court lady, and her cultivation and talent are neither too good nor too bad, she can only be said to be above the middle level.

The queen was brought back by Emperor Yuwen himself when he went out to practice. He was established as the queen because he gave birth to Yu Wenhan, a talented prince.

Of course, there is another reason that foreign relatives interfere in politics.

Yu Wenhuang was worried that if he made a concubine with a powerful background as the queen, her natal family might interfere in the affairs of the court and the outside world would interfere in politics, so in order to avoid these, he chose the queen, an innocent little orphan .

Seeing that the banquet was coming to an end, at this time someone jumped out to make trouble again.

Feng Shuhe looked at Leng Wuyou, crossed his legs casually, and his whole person did not match the appearance of the gentle and gentle man before, he looked like a vagabond.

He picked up the jug and poured himself a glass, raised it at Leng Wuyou, and drank it down in one gulp.

His eyes were squinted, and his eyes were a little blurred, as if he was drunk.

"I heard that Mr. Leng Qi was able to practice the Heavenly Pill, and it seems that he also attracted Thunder Calamity?"

"Well, I haven't been in the imperial capital all year round, and I just came back recently. I'm a little curious about what the Heavenly Pill is like? Well, I also want to see this thunder calamity. I don't know if Master Leng Qi can open my eyes."

When he said this, he shook his head, with a hint of drunkenness on his face.

Without waiting for Leng Wuyou's answer, he continued on his own.

"Mr. Lengqi is not in a hurry to refuse. I think everyone besides me must also want to see Mr. Lengqi's feat when he practiced Tiandan that day, as well as the thunder calamity. It is said that thunderstorms began a hundred thousand years ago. The catastrophe never appeared."

What Feng Shuhe said was called a language art. He clearly wanted to find fault with himself, but instead pulled others down and used them as a shield.

But everyone is really curious, this Thunder Tribulation Tiandan also wants to see it again, and there are some of them that have never been seen before, so it will be even more curious.

So no one refuted Feng Shuhe's words, even if he knew he was using him as a shield, they just frowned.

"So." Leng Wuyou's face remained unchanged, the teacup in her hand was spinning in her hand.

"Haha, it doesn't matter if Mr. Leng doesn't want to."

Feng Shuhe said so, but the next moment his words changed, "Well, I want to discuss alchemy with you, Mr. Leng."

"In these years, I have learned a lot of alchemy experience from my master at Canglong Academy."

"It's just that I haven't practiced it yet, so I heard that there are alchemists who can refine heavenly pills. I feel itchy at this moment. I just want to practice my hands, and I want to know where my strength is, so... ..."

Feng Shuhe smiled, with a simple and honest look on his face, stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, his narrowed eyes were still a little unconscious.

"Oh, what do you mean, do you want to learn about alchemy with me, or do you want to watch me refine celestial pills?" Leng Wuyou paused while turning the teacup, raised his eyes, and stared at him indifferently.

(End of this chapter)