Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 627 Rules 1
Today's weather doesn't seem to be very good. It was still sunny in the morning, but now it's getting dark, and there are some cloudy clouds in the sky, which seems to be the rhythm of rain.

Feng Qi walked into the imperial study room and took a seat behind the imperial case. Mu Xi silently walked inside, took out the tea leaves and tea sets, and skillfully began to make tea.

Flipping through several booklets one by one, a burst of tea fragrance slowly permeated the imperial study, refreshing.

Feng Qi said lightly: "From now on, the identity of the son of Prince Qing's mansion will be put aside, and he will be renamed Jiying, and stay by my side to obey orders."

This sentence was obviously not meant for Mu Xi.

In the corner near the screen, there was a firm back facing the corner, kneeling in the most standard posture, with his body upright, all his strength was exerted on his two legs, as if an old monk had settled down, without saying a word or a word. move.

However, kneeling without moving for a long time is already a kind of unbearable torture for anyone.

The faint trembling of the body, the snow-white complexion, the cold sweat dripping from the forehead, the cracked corners of the lips, and the tightly knit brows all declared that Feng Yuche's spirit and endurance were close to the limit.

After hearing these words, his expression remained unchanged. He tried his best to relax his tense nerves, loosened his clenched teeth, and replied in a low, respectful voice, "Yes."

"Staying by my side will mean extreme pain to you." Feng Qi casually picked up the imperial pen, crossed a memorial in front of him, and threw it aside, "You will slowly I have seen how bad my temper is, how ruthless my methods are, and how miserable your life will be."

Feng Yuche's fingertips trembled slightly when he heard this, but a ridiculous thought came to him in an extremely contrary way.

No matter how bad his temper is and how ruthless his methods are, at least he is real, not like King Yu who used to hide his narrow selfishness and greed under a gentle and tolerant surface.

So, what's wrong with being a little bit worse, a little bit cruel, a little bit miserable?

Feng Yuche thought, he must be a bitch, even a masochist, otherwise how could he have such an idea?

Just because it's real, pure, not hypocritical?

"But I am not a cold-blooded and heartless person. Whenever you feel that you can't stand it anymore, you can tell me directly, and then you can go back to Prince Qing's Mansion and continue to be a pampered son of Prince Qing's Mansion. I will not treat you any comments here."

Feng Yuche lowered his eyes, allowing the sweat to drip onto the ground and condense into a puddle in front of his knees.

The pain in his legs had lasted all night, but he was slightly numb because of the long time, his clothes were soaked, his endurance was close to the limit, and now he was only relying on a willpower. Forcibly support.

His body was obviously extremely exhausted, but his mind was extremely clear—since yesterday afternoon, he had really been trying to reflect.

Abandoning the previous youth and frivolity, grinding away the rebellious and fearless body, and suppressing the proud and unyielding edges, although he still doesn't know what he really wants, but he can be sure that he doesn't want to be a pampered son.

Saying it out means begging for mercy. For the proud and stubborn Feng Yuche, this is something more unbearable than physical pain. Besides, he never thought that he would not be able to bear it.

So Feng Qi's words at this time did not cause the slightest ripple in his heart, because he never thought of the possibility of being unable to bear it.

"Master." Mu Xi poured the brewed tea and put it on Feng Qi's imperial case.

"Mu Xi, go to the imperial dining room for those meals."

Mu Xi bowed to accept the order, "Yes."

The door of the imperial study room opened and closed, Mu Xi left, leaving only Feng Qi and Feng Yuche in the study room.

"Ji Ying, let me ask you a few questions."

"Yes." Feng Yuche didn't dare to raise his eyes, fearing that the continuous sweat would drip into his eyes, so he kept looking down at the palace floor, "My lord, please ask."

Regarding the change of his title, Feng Qi didn't say much about it, but Feng Qi could hear an imperceptible tremor in his steady voice.

Of course, this is not because of fear, but because the body has been extremely painful and sleepy, so it began to tremble uncontrollably.

Feng Qi wouldn't be entangled in such subtle issues, and just said indifferently: "Who does the handwriting on the post you received belong to?"

Handwriting?

This question, which sounds extremely simple, made Feng Yuche's mind go blank for an instant, handwriting?

He thought that what Feng Qi wanted to ask was about Feng Pavilion, about the result of his overnight reflection, or about what happened in Princess Hanyue's mansion——

Although his question was indeed related to what happened in Princess Hanyue's mansion, Feng Yuche never thought that what he cared about was... handwriting?
Because of this daze, sweat accidentally flowed into his eyes, and there was a tingling pain. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to wipe it off, but the moment he was about to lift his hand, he suddenly remembered that no movement is allowed during introspection. .

This thought flashed through his mind, and his hands couldn't help froze. He pinched his palms tightly to control his actions.

He closed his eyes lightly, trying to force out the salty sweat from the corners of his eyes, and at the same time began to recall in his heart, who should have the handwriting on the post he received.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he found uncomfortably that, except that he could vaguely remember that the words on the post belonged to regular script, he couldn't remember anything else.

The handwriting is regular script, but the handwriting is jerky. It was not written by a person who is skilled in handwriting, so he didn't attract anyone's attention, so he only glanced at it at that time, and put the post aside until the next day when he went to the Princess Mansion. When I was there, I brought it with me.

Moreover, even if he read the post carefully, he might not know who wrote the handwriting, because he is not familiar with Princess Hanyue and Concubine Dou at all, nor is he familiar with their handwriting...

"After entering Princess Hanyue's mansion, have you seen any unfamiliar faces?"

The first question has not yet been given a definite answer, Feng Qi casually throws out the second question.

Feng Yuche was stunned again, an unfamiliar face?
Princess Hanyue invited all the sons and daughters of noble families above the third-rank officials of the imperial capital, and those who had been to Miyako before. Although Feng Yuche was not very familiar with them, it was by no means a real stranger...

What's more, after entering the Princess Mansion, he almost avoided the crowd, and found the quietest place to stay alone, until he heard the girl from the palace family calling for help, and then subconsciously rushed over.

(End of this chapter)