Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 708 Fatal Weakness 2
Feng Qi stayed in Prince Mo's Mansion because he had no choice for the time being.

But neither Feng Qi nor Ji Moxiu expected that Ji Liangchen would also live in Prince Mo's Mansion.

Unwilling to go back to the palace, he insisted on staying, but Ji Moxiu agreed.However, it was one thing to agree to let him stay, but Ji Liangchen didn't have the ability to influence Ji Moxiu's actions.

So after resting leisurely for two days, Feng Qi ushered in the most special day in his life—in Ji Moxiu's words, a game of taming officially started.

Feng Qi himself would not admit the word tame, but he did not admit it, and he still could not change the fact that he was the tamed side in this taming game.

"My king has always done things fairly." In the huge venue, surrounded by silence, Ji Moxiu, who was dressed in black, looked at Feng Qi indifferently, "After you arrive at this king's mansion, you have no escape. So your wife and children, Your courtiers, generals, and your subordinates, this king will not do anything against them, and I will not use them to coerce you into submission—because they have lost their use value to this king."

Feng Qi smiled faintly, and said in an infinitely mocking tone, "It turns out that you are still a person with principles."

"Taming is a contest of personal strength. If you rely on external force, it will lose the meaning of taming." Ji Moxiu's expression was cold, and he didn't take Feng Qi's faint mockery to heart. In the field, if you lose, you will kneel down and talk to this king just like those servants of this king."

kneel down?

Feng Qi's eyes narrowed, and the coldness gradually surged. He silently watched Ji Moxiu's indifferent expression, as if he was always in control of everything. After a while, he pursed his lips coldly, "Why not?"

"His Majesty Chendi agreed a little too quickly." Ji Liangchen frowned, his eyes filled with disapproval, "In the world, there will always be a distinction between masters in martial arts competitions. If the losers have to kneel, then the Is there always only one person standing?"

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Ji Moxiu, "I don't understand the uncle's hobbies, but in my opinion, Emperor Chen is a person who would rather die than be humiliated by others. If the uncle insists on going his own way, I'm afraid that in the future There are also times when the emperor regrets."

Regret?

Ji Moxiu frowned, "If the emperor has nothing to do, you can go back to the palace to rest first, this mansion is not suitable for the emperor to stay for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he said lightly: "Come here, send the emperor back to the palace."

Ji Liangchen's face changed slightly, "Uncle Emperor."

Ji'an appeared in front of him in fear, bowed his waist, and said, "Your Majesty, I will send you back to the palace. Swords have no eyes, it's too dangerous here."

"A sword has no eyes?" Ji Liangchen glanced at him, "Do you see a sword, or a sword?"

"Uh..." Ji'an choked, and said embarrassingly, "It's more terrifying without a sword. The true energy is flying around. I heard that as long as it is affected by a little air current, it will be injured immediately. The emperor should not stay here."

In fact, Ji Liangchen understood that it was useless for him to stay here. Uncle Huang would not give up his thoughts just because of his few words, so sooner or later there would be a face-to-face contest between him and Feng Qi.

Ji Liangchen also understood in his heart that in a head-on contest, even if Feng Qi was invincible in the world, there was not much chance of winning against his uncle at this time.

But Ji Liangchen couldn't change this situation.

Therefore, Ji An's seemingly humble and apprehensive request is actually a compulsive request. He smiled lightly and said softly: "Okay, I will return to the palace as soon as I return to the palace. Anyway, staying here will not be of any use."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without any hesitation in wanting to stay.

Ji An was stunned, a little surprised by his cooperative attitude, but he didn't have time to think too much, seeing Ji Liangchen left, he quickly chased after him.

The emperor's sedan chair is still parked in the courtyard of the middle gate of the palace.

Ji Liangchen's departure didn't have much impact on Ji Moxiu. He just turned his head and glanced at the leaving figure, and quickly turned his gaze back to Feng Qi.

In the morning light, Feng Qi, who was dressed in a crescent-white silk snow suit, had a refined appearance, exuding a noble and inviolable aura, and his eyes were as indifferent as snow, which was a bit colder than Ji Moxiu's indifference.

As for Ji Moxiu, who was dressed in a thick black robe, he also exuded a dignified and dignified sense of oppression. Although he had a different aura from Feng Qi, the aura of kings in both of them was almost indistinguishable.

"In the first competition, we only competed in martial arts, regardless of other things." Ji Moxiu said lightly, "I don't like procrastination, so winning or losing is determined within a hundred moves, what do you think?"

Feng Qi smiled faintly, "It's up to the host."

After the words fell, the two of them didn't speak any more, they just stared at each other silently.

The real air flowed around the body, and the air current blew their respective clothes, making a rustling sound, the hair was flying with the wind, and the two figures, one white and one black, were ready to go.

"Master, the emperor vomited blood and fainted outside the palace!"

A report suddenly inserted between the two, the voice was urgent, and it came from Ji An who had gone and returned—this eunuch who was always submissive, was not a powerless eunuch.

Ji Moxiu narrowed his eyes, then turned his head coldly, "What's going on?"

"I don't know." Ji'an was so frightened that he knelt on the ground in an instant, almost throwing himself to the ground, "Mr. Qinghua has lost his true energy to the emperor, but there is no improvement. The emperor seems to be in danger..."

Before he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Feng Qi was the only one left in the huge school field.

Slowly absorbing all the energy in his body, Feng Xi's expressionless gaze passed over Ji'an's body, silently looking in the direction of Ji Moxiu's departure, a strange color flashed across his eyes.

Ji Moxiu didn't delay for a moment, directly picked up Ji Liangchen, and flew back to his bedroom.

The imperial physician rushed over upon receiving the order. Seven or eight people took turns to check the pulse, including the Chief Imperial Physician Shen of the imperial hospital. However, they only came to one conclusion in the end—the emperor's pulse condition was fine.

In short, the dragon body is healthy and there is no abnormal condition.

But it is a fact that the emperor vomits blood, there is still a trace of blood on his lips, and the emperor's complexion is very abnormal, there is a strange sickness in his paleness, his breathing is steady, but the breathing frequency is very slow, very slow...

Ji Moxiu silently stared at Ji Liangchen who was lying quietly on the bed, his eyes were unprecedentedly cold, he remembered what he said before, "If there is a next time, you will personally experience the methods of this king."

It's only been a few days, and he's doing the same trick again?

Is it because I am too tolerant to him, or does he feel that life is too comfortable?

(End of this chapter)