Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

291 Chapter 2
Yun Tingyu pursed the corners of her lips, and said respectfully: "I thank the Lord on his behalf."

"You don't need to thank me, since I promised you, I won't go back on my word." After Feng Qi's words fell, there was a knock on the door outside the private room, Feng Qi said calmly: "Come in."

The waiter pushed the door open with a tray and walked in, respectfully placed several dishes and jugs of wine on the table neatly, bowed and said, "Guest officer, do you have any other needs?"

"No more, let's go out." Feng Qi said lightly.

"Yes, sir, please use it slowly."

Xiao Er turned around and stepped back, opened the door, walked out, and closed the door.

The private room regained a piece of silence.

Yun Tingyu raised his hand to hold the jug, poured wine into both glasses, put down the jug, raised the wine glass, and raised his glass respectfully, "Ting Yu respectfully offers a glass to the Lord."

Feng Qi glanced at his pale face that hadn't recovered its blood color, casually picked up his wine glass, touched him, and said lightly: "Have a drink, and you should relieve the stagnation in your heart."

After finishing speaking, he brought it to his lips, and gracefully drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Yun Tingyu finished his glass of wine and was about to refill it, but Feng Xi said: "Enough, if you really want to drink, call Wuxie some other day, and have a good drink with me in the palace. Forget it tonight, Your body injury is still not healed, what can you do?"

Yun Tingyu didn't realize it, "Didn't the lord come to drink?"

Feng Qi glanced at him indifferently, Yun Tingyu reacted instantly, couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help but feel a little moved in his heart.

At the same time, there was still a question in his heart that had been suffocating until now, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why does the Lord believe and accept things that others think are absurd so easily?"

"Because I am the son of heaven." Feng Xi said, "The son of heaven can do things that ordinary people can't do, and naturally he can accept things that ordinary people can't. What's so strange about that?"

Yun Tingyu was speechless for a moment.

It seems reasonable, but as smart as he is, how could he not understand that this is just Feng Qi's excuse?

However, whether Feng Qi is telling the truth or not, what difference does it make to him?
The Lord believed in him, and accepted all the bizarre things that happened to him, and even trusted him as always, and that was enough.It's pointless to think so much about other irrelevant things, isn't it?
After figuring this out, Yun Tingyu couldn't help showing a calm and peaceful smile.

Is this what you mean when you see the blue sky through the clouds and mist?

Feng Qi said that he didn't see the always calm left prime minister opposite him, showing a childish smile inadvertently at this time, lowering his head and gracefully destroying the delicacies on the table.

"How does the Lord plan to deal with the culprit?"

Yun Tingyu doesn't have much hatred for the mastermind behind the whole incident, but he can figure out the other party's intentions and his ambitions for the Fengcang royal family. Naturally, it is impossible for such a person to keep him. Happy.

Feng Qi looked up at him, and said lightly: "It's fine if you don't ask about this matter, but I'll be in a bad mood when I ask about it."

not in a good mood?

Yun Tingyu was stunned.

"Linyue took it." Feng Qi took out a white silk handkerchief, wiped the corners of her mouth casually, and threw the handkerchief on the table, "She will go to Nanqin after the New Year, and be with Chu Feimo go."

"Chu Feimo?" Yun Tingyu frowned slightly, a little puzzled, "Who is that Chu Feimo?"

"His identity..." Feng Qi smiled lightly, a little coldly, "Strictly speaking, he should be regarded as Qian Jiuze's nemesis."

Yun Tingyu was silent when he heard the words, and asked for a moment, "Are you also a warlock?"

"Probably." Feng Qi nodded, "Some time ago, the white-clothed fortune teller that people all over the world wanted was him."

A fortune teller in white?

Yun Tingyu's expression moved slightly, completely unexpected that Chu Feimo, who always seemed relaxed and at ease, was actually that white-clothed fortune teller who became famous 11 years ago, let alone that the white-clothed fortune teller would be so young.

"His age looks..."

"There are many things in this world, you don't need to care about the status quo on the surface, and don't worry about his age." Feng Qi said, "Chu Feimo can restrain Qian Jiuze, but he was trapped by his own formation for 11 years. This long time made him miss the opportunity to get to know his opponent deeply, and this trip to Southern Qin, his task was to get to know Qian Jiuze, and if necessary, he would directly abolish all his sorcery, even Make him disappear from this world."

Yun Tingyu was silent for a moment, and said: "Is the queen empress responsible for protecting him?"

Chu Feimo does not know martial arts. Although he has the ability to predict the future, it is impossible to always calculate that he is in danger, and even if he is in danger, he may not be able to avoid it in time, so he must need a trustworthy person. protected.

Yun Tingyu also understood in his heart that Qian Jiuze sent his son to the prime minister's mansion 30 years ago, and personally created his mother's hatred for the same 30 years. A safe place to live.

The high-ranking Zuoxiang Mansion is the closest to the center of imperial power, and he swapped the souls of Yun Tingfeng and Yun Tingyu, not only because he didn't want his child to bear the anger and resentment of Mrs. Yun, but also because Yun The family has always been inherited by the eldest son——

But now, he obviously has a bad calculation, Yun Tingfeng is not interested in aspect at all, and the one who inherits the position of left minister is Yun Tingyu's original eldest son of Yunfu, now the second son of Yun.

It is absolutely impossible for Yun Tingyu, who carries his own memory, to be manipulated by a low-level charlatan.

But that person who can only use insidious and sorcery obviously has other shady schemes, otherwise it would be impossible for Linyue and Chu Feimo to suddenly come up with the idea of ​​going to Southern Qin.

He knew this in his heart, but Yun Tingyu didn't ask any more questions. Feng Qi didn't take the initiative to talk about things, so there was a reason why he didn't talk about it. Apart from assisting the emperor in handling the government affairs, Zuo Xiang didn't help much even if he knew about other things. busy.

"So the minister's matter is that Chu Feimo found out the truth?" Yun Tingyu looked at Feng Qi, "Wu Xie doesn't know yet?"

"He doesn't know, and he doesn't need to know." Feng Xi said, "Should we still spread this kind of thing to the whole world?"

"Of course, the fewer people know, the better." Yun Tingyu chuckled, lowered his eyes and sighed, "But, Wu Xie should be worried, right?"

"Although you don't lie often, your ability to weave lies is not weak. It's not easy to deal with him?" Feng Qi glanced at him, then stood up casually, "I've drunk the wine and eaten the food, so it's time to go back, Luanfeng There are still a bunch of papers in the palace waiting for me to go back and review them."

Criticizing papers in Luanfeng Palace?
Yun Tingyu hadn't had time to feel ashamed for having spun a lie, but she couldn't help being dazed again when she heard the words.

(End of this chapter)