Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Feng Lingyan was stunned when he heard it, a little dumbfounded.

A monarch doesn't want to enrich the people and strengthen the country, but comes up with such a crooked way to make money——

However, it is not someone else who implements this method, but his own father.

Feng Lingyan sighed.

My own father and the fatuous Song Huizong really competed. [

The son didn't succeed either.If this continues, I'm afraid it will be swallowed by a powerful country...

My own princess might one day become a princess of subjugation...

She looked at Gong Yanmo: "Just for such a reason, you agreed? You should understand better than me, this will not save a country at all..."

Gong Yanmo paused slightly, and said calmly: "I am a subject of Huoyun Kingdom, and the king must die if he wants to die."

Feng Lingyan choked, looked at him,

When did this informal palace doctor become so foolish and loyal?

Thinking about it again, he smiled wryly again.

In this era when imperial power is above everything else.

As the prime minister's son, how could Gong Yanmo disobey the emperor's order?

She glanced at Yun Haotian and sighed lowly.

The eldest brother's demeanor is very good, but it is not the material to be a king.

The other elder brothers are also unable to make it to the stage, and the future of Huoyun Kingdom is worrying...

Yun Haotian patted Feng Lingyan on the shoulder: "Okay, little sister, have you finally solved the mystery in your heart? Brother Gong is dedicated to serving the country, so don't wrong him after suffering such a big grievance. Come on Come on, let's have tea."

The tea made by Gong Yanmo tastes great, Yun Haotian took a sip, narrowed his eyes and savored it carefully for a while, opened his eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother Gong, your tea ceremony has improved again, and this king has improved again. I made a poem, can you listen to it?"

Without waiting for Gong Yanmo to speak, he shook his head and chanted: "There is no trace of the spiritual root, and it has not reached the guest behind the plum blossom. It is like a mirror orchid heart, with a smile and a beautiful meal invading Suyin. The green hills make a fu, and the Shu water smoke cages the fragrant grass. Jiuleheng Clouds, light green and light silver pillows in spring.

(This poem is copied from under the banyan tree, the original author: Xie Wucun. Forgive Mu Mu for his incompetence in poetry, so I have to borrow from a literary friend. It is hereby noted)

Gong Yanmo's eyes flashed, and he smiled slightly: "Sure enough, the words are good. His Royal Highness is getting better and better."

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Some cavins today.Also in the afternoon or evening. [