Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 301 You still can't let go!

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Emperor Feng Yuan summoned several important courtiers, he stroked his pale breath, and looked at the memorial presented: "The preparation is good."

He looked at Feng Yuanche with admiring eyes: "Third brother, I will leave it to you to take full responsibility for this matter."

Feng Yuanche clasped his hands and bowed: "Thank you for your compliment, my son and minister will definitely do well."

"Okay, okay, I believe you." Emperor Feng Yuan smiled kindly, with a gentle brow.

Feng Yuanchao clenched his fists, his eyes were gloomy, Feng Yuanhen stood up behind him and said dissatisfiedly: "Father, the elder brother also deserves credit for this matter, you only praise the third brother, it's too partial."

He is the Seventh Prince, and he and Feng Yuanchao are considered brothers. Feng Yuanchao's biological mother was the servant girl next to Concubine Chen. When Emperor Feng Yuan was still the prince, Concubine Chen was by his side. The maid sent her to Emperor Feng Yuan's bed, but the maid died of bleeding during childbirth. Feng Yuanchao, who was born in a dangerous situation, was raised under Concubine Chen. Concubine Chen later got advice from a famous doctor and gave birth to the seventh prince six years later. , although the two are not blood brothers, they are better than blood brothers, and their relationship is very good.

Feng Yuanhen has always admired his eldest brother, so naturally he is not happy to see his father only has his third brother in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth is turned up, very unhappy.

He is the old son of Emperor Feng Yuan. Concubine Chen has been with him for many years. It is not easy to have such a son. When he came to him, he reached out and touched his head, and finally set his eyes on Feng Yuanchao.

Feng Yuanchao suppressed the dissatisfaction in his eyes and was very obedient, standing aside in a well-regulated manner without any complaints.

"Since it was prepared by the two of you, you can help from the side." Emperor Feng Yuan ordered, but his voice was very cold.

"Your servant takes orders!" Feng Yuanchao saluted politely and replied.

"Nanhui and Xirong are our neighboring countries, and they have been harassing the customs all the year round. This time they offered to sign a peace agreement. I attach great importance to it. I hope you will pay more attention to it. We must hold this banquet well and let Nanhui Prince Hui can come to Fengyuan safely, and go back safely..."

The eyes of Emperor Feng Yuan Laomou scanned the courtiers standing respectfully below one by one, his eyes were deep and sharp.

Suddenly a little eunuch ran in: "Your Majesty, Amber Lord is here."

Emperor Feng Yuan's eyes flashed: "Let him wait first."

From morning to noon, Emperor Feng Yuan ordered all the things needed one by one, listened to the opinions of his courtiers, and ordered all the things to be prepared.

After the arrangements were made, he waved his hand to let them push down, and announced Qin Xiangshi to come in.

Qin Xiangshi waited for a long time, and as soon as he walked in, he knelt on the ground and put his head on the floor: "Your Majesty, please think twice, the prince who came back from the south must have no good intentions this time, signing the peace agreement is just theirs." As a pretense, we should start preparing, agree on the surface, and secretly send troops out to take them down in one fell swoop."

There was a glint of sternness in his eyes, his whole face was full of anger, and his heart was filled with deep resentment.

"After so many years, you still can't let it go!" Emperor Feng Yuan disapproved in his eyes, but he didn't scold him. He stretched out his hand to take the tea that Zhang Fugui handed over, and took a sip lightly.

"Your Majesty, that's my wife, your sister, and I will never forget the harm the Nanhui people brought to Yunshang and the humiliation they brought to my humble minister." Qin Xiangshi clenched his prostrate hands tightly into fists. , the veins on his hands burst out, suppressing great hatred.

(End of this chapter)