Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 687 Confinement 3
Ji Liangchen looked at him in astonishment, and slowly frowned, "If I remember correctly, it has been nearly four months since he was brought back from Fengcang, right?"

Qin Fengyang was silent, not understanding why he was so shocked, then nodded and said: "Yes, three months and seventeen days."

Hearing the words, Ji Liangchen furrowed his brows deeply, and seemed to hesitate to speak. Qin Fengyang thought for a while, and probably guessed the reason for Ji Liangchen's surprise, and explained lightly: "The prince didn't say how to deal with him, but he also They didn’t say they’d spare him, so he’s still wearing a crime. Except for the regular three meals a day and the two-hour rest after midnight, he’s not free at other times.”

Ji Liangchen was silent when he heard the words.

Maybe he shouldn't be shocked, no matter what happened in Prince Mo's mansion now, he shouldn't show any fuss expression anymore.

Also, it wasn't something he really wanted to care about.

"Fengyang." Ji Liangchen sorted out his thoughts in his heart, and said calmly, "Has the emperor ever said, how will I deal with this puppet emperor?"

Puppet Emperor?
Qin Fengyang was startled, "Why did the emperor say that?"

"Isn't it?" Ji Liangchen looked at him, and the corners of his mouth raised a light arc almost imperceptibly, "Isn't I just a puppet emperor with no real power now? The emperor thinks it's a waste of time to play with me now Right? The tender feelings in the past are probably just a ridiculous and sad drama, right? "

"Your Majesty!" Qin Fengyang's face changed suddenly, he stood up from the chair, and suddenly fell to his knees, "The Emperor is uncomfortable, and I can understand it, but the Emperor misunderstood the prince. It's the puppet emperor."

Raising his head, Qin Fengyang said in a firm tone: "The emperor thinks, does the prince need to act with the emperor?"

Ji Liangchen closed his eyes silently.

do you need?

Probably not necessary, since the emperor's uncle never takes anyone seriously, why would he need to act with a nephew who is not good at writing or martial arts?and……

Ji Liangchen recalled every detail of their previous relationship in his mind. In fact, he always felt in his heart that Uncle Huang really loved him—for a person like Uncle Huang, conceit is not enough to explain his character.If he wanted to become emperor, he would have been the master of the Great Zhou Dynasty more than ten years ago.

Although he is not the emperor now, but with his ability, he can pull the emperor off the dragon chair at any time. Ji Liangchen already knew this, so there is really no need for the emperor to protect him against his will, unless he really wants to protect him.

But Ji Liangchen also understands that the emperor's uncle's thoughts are too deep and unfathomable, no one can know what he is thinking in his heart. Before, he was sure that the emperor's uncle was good to him, but now, although he still thinks so, but in his heart... ...It's always a feeling of ups and downs.

"Fengyang." He lowered his eyes, and his voice was a little quiet, "How much weight do you think I occupy in the heart of the emperor? Is it possible that one day, the emperor feels that there is no need for me to exist, and then there is no need for me to exist?" Will you get rid of me softly?"

"Your Majesty." Qin Fengyang shook his head, "Your Majesty, I am sure that the Prince will not do this. Your Majesty is too worried."

Ji Liangchen smiled lightly, "Really?"

"In the eyes of the prince, people in this world can be roughly divided into three types." Qin Fengyang said, glanced at Ji Liangchen, and slowly lowered his eyes, "The first type is subordinates like Chen and Xiao Xuehan, who obey orders in everything. Your lord, you can't disobey in the slightest. The second type is strangers, those you know and don't know, whether they are the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty or the opponents of other countries, or some insignificant people, in the eyes of the lord, they can all be classified as strangers. People, the prince never pays more attention to strangers."

Ji Liangchen said, "What about the third type?"

"The third type is the person the prince cares about." Qin Fengyang said, "For so many years, the only one I know is the emperor."

Ji Liangchen was shocked when he heard the words, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth, but it was a self-deprecating arc, "Fengyang, I really want to believe what you said, but I have lost my freedom by staying in this palace alone. It's been a few days, and the emperor's uncle hasn't been here once. Can I think that, in fact, in the heart of the emperor's uncle, I am probably the same as you? It's just that I was the king of a country after all, so he left me a little Dignity, apart from imprisoning my personal freedom, it has not done anything else to me."

Qin Fengyang shook his head, "The emperor's idea is wrong——"

"The minister waits to see the prince!"

The reverent and fearful bowing of the imperial doctors suddenly came from the outer hall. Qin Fengyang's face turned pale, and the words he hadn't finished speaking were stuck in his throat in an instant.

This is the first time Ji Liangchen has really seen him lose his composure like this - it turns out that one person is afraid of another to a certain extent, and even hearing his voice will feel frightened and uneasy.

No, I didn't hear his voice, but just heard the news of his arrival from the sound of other people's worship.

Ji Liangchen turned his head slowly, looked outside, and unconsciously clenched his hands hidden under his wide sleeves.

Steady footsteps came from far and near, passing through the screen and directly entering the inner hall. Dressed in a silk ink robe, the tall and thin Ji Moxiu walked in without haste, his handsome and stern face was still full of smiles. An indifferent expression, like an iceberg that has not melted for a thousand years.

Qin Fengyang bowed his head and knelt on the ground, and in the voice he tried to maintain calm, he could faintly hear a slight tremor, "Fengyang sees the prince."

Ji Moxiu's emotionless eyes flicked past him, without lingering longer, his eyes turned slightly, looking at Ji Liangchen who was sitting on the soft couch, and said lightly: "Are you bored these days?"

"...Uncle Huang." With his lips moving, Ji Liangchen still spit out these two words softly, and then fell silent, because he didn't know what to say.

Ji Moxiu glanced lightly, saw the cold meal still on the table, frowned almost imperceptibly, and turned to look at Ji Liangchen, "Is the dinner still useless?"

"I'm in a bad mood, I don't have an appetite." Ji Liangchen sighed softly. For some reason, his tense mood suddenly relaxed. He slowly leaned back on the soft couch, his tone was somewhat lonely, " Why is the emperor's uncle free to come over today? If I had known that the emperor's uncle would come, I wouldn't have left the prime minister here to talk to me."

Ji Moxiu was noncommittal to his words, and said indifferently: "Jian, prepare another dinner."

So Jian has woken up?

Ji Liangchen thought to himself, but it's time to wake up, after all, so many imperial physicians are staying outside, there is always a way to wake him up.

(End of this chapter)