Killer Crazy Concubine: Lock Soul Against Heaven

Finally, a smile crept up the corner of Luoshuang's mouth, and silently thanked this "Master Feng" once again in his heart.

In fact, Feng Xinglang didn't think as much as Yuwen Luoshuang, but what Feng Xinglang didn't like the most was that others were bullying the weak with guns, and it was a dispute between sisters, so he had to take care of his own business.

Feng Xinglang is not only the head of Fengshangzong, but also the great general of the empire, although this general is only a title.

After all, Feng Xinglang was already the head of the largest sect in the empire, if he were to be in charge of military power, it would be easy to offend the emperor.

The heart of defense is indispensable, and the high-ranking emperor naturally knows this truth clearly, so he can't let Feng Xinglang get too big, and giving him the title of general is just to let Feng Xinglang serve the country well.

"General Yuwen, it's in the study." Feng Xinglang asked casually, seeing a boy guarding the door of the study.

Feng Xinglang and Mr. Yuwen have known each other for many years, and the servants serving the old man in the front yard also recognize Feng Xinglang, so they didn't stop Feng Xinglang from walking around at will.

"Master Huifeng, my master is busy inside, please wait a moment, master, I will report right away."

There are still a lot of etiquette in Yuwen Mansion, but it is a small study room that still needs to be greeted by this door boy.

Because of the Yuwen family's status in the empire, the furnishings and decorations in the mansion are extremely luxurious.Mr. Yuwen himself also pays great attention to face--this is probably the only thing Feng Xinglang doesn't like about General Yuwen, he loves showing off too much!

The doorman came out and invited Feng Xinglang in, only to find that General Yuwen was buried in a pair of papers.

Yu Wenjing raised his head to see Feng Xinglang coming in, then lowered his head to look at his paper, and just said lightly: "You're here, what's the matter?" It was regarded as a greeting.

"Naturally, I have something to do with General Yuwen. General Yuwen, the emperor called you and me to meet the saint." Feng Xinglang didn't say anything about Yu Wenjing's indifference at this time, and directly cut to the point.

Although Feng Xinglang has the official title of the imperial court, he still basically practices in his own sect, that is, whenever there is something more solemn and grand, Feng Xinglang will attend.

Throughout the year, the number of times I went to court was basically a handful, and it was hard to accept the Confucianism between these officials. At this time, I knew that Yu Wenjing was so indifferent, and he didn't do it deliberately, but he didn't want to do it on purpose. What a waste of time.

Time is passing by every minute and every second, and the current situation in the entire mainland is changing all the time. As the head of Fengshangzong, Feng Xinglang is naturally responsible for some of his own affairs, unlike These people who are used to being raised by the emperor's house are always used to chewing on words, but they don't know that time is being lost all the time.

In fact, Yu Wenjing was still a little surprised at first, but he didn't know the purpose of Feng Xinglang's coming to find him at this time, but the emperor dared to neglect him when he summoned him.

"The emperor summoned you and me? Let's go!"

Yu Wenjing immediately ordered his servants to prepare the sedan chair, but Feng Xinglang frowned at the sedan chair and insisted on asking someone to bring a horse.

He really couldn't be the master of the court, nor could he enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by crowds.