The Queen of Charm

Chapter 311
Minister, yes, I am just a minister.From the very beginning, she knew that she was the prince and the future prince.

The important thing is that he is a man and she is also a man.He won't be her favorite, and she doesn't want to be her favorite herself, maybe that's all.As long as he protects her and returns to Feng Country, he will no longer be the major general by her side.

Ouyang Yu narrowed his eyes meaningfully, and instantly turned into a scheming and treacherous fox, "Some people can be touched, some people can't be touched, some things are more important than the overall situation, think about it carefully, what should be done is the best for Fengguo. "

"Sometimes, you really are a double-faced person. You look the same in front of everyone. What? You know that the Eighth Prince doesn't like scheming people, so you pretend to be silly and sweet and approach her? Ouyang Yu, I have to say, you really have a way, and dare to fight against my own father."

Feng Luoge snorted coldly, and mercilessly tore off Ouyang Yu's fox mask, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Haha..." Amused by Feng Luoge's words, Ouyang Yu pursed his lips and chuckled, "I'm just thinking about Fengguo. Whether Fengguo survives or dies, I, Ouyang Yu, will follow Fengguo. Your Majesty Order me to do it myself. Of course, I will not tell the secret about the eighth prince."

Feng Luoge was silent.

He has no objection to Ouyang Yu, this person is the most loyal to Fengguo, and regards Fengguo as his leader, so he will not do anything to Fengguo, but it does not mean that he will not do anything to the Eighth Prince for the sake of Fengguo.

"Secret?" Puzzled, what secret.

Ouyang Yu stared into the distance, "There are some secrets, it's better not to know!"

"Heh, then you take every step of the way, let Princess Meng meet with the Eighth Prince many times, and even bribed all the personnel in private. I have to say, Prime Minister Ouyang, you are really thoughtful. Even Princess Meng has become your pawn." Get up and wipe with Ouyang Yu When it was time to pass, Feng Luoge stopped beside him on purpose, and said in a low voice, "I hope you can help the eighth prince well, maybe you can make her the future of Feng Kingdom, and it can be regarded as fulfilling the teacher's confession. As for some people with evil intentions , there is only one dead end!"

A trace of murderous aura floated through his eyes, and Feng Luoge's body exuded a domineering aura invisible, as well as a strong bloody aura.

An invisible wind flew in front of Ouyang Yu.

A strand of black hair fluttered from his eyes and flew lightly to the ground.

This is Feng Luoge's warning.

"You are for Fengguo, I am for her, if you hurt her, this hair loss is your fate!"

Looking at Feng Luoge's back, Ouyang Yu picked up his broken hair and shook his head, "I'm a first-rank official, and I'm not afraid of losing my head if I cut off the hair of a first-rank official at will. I really have a straight-forward personality."

Glancing at the stage from the corner of the eye, Ouyang Yu sighed, with a wry smile on his lips.

Although he is scheming and careful at every step, she is always seen through by her.

On the contrary, he became the passive side, and he really had no face to face His Majesty.

The green smoke was already half-burned, and everyone was sweating profusely, racking their brains to come up with some pictures or poems to describe the sky.

On the stage, probably only Ling Zihan and another scholar who looked like a scholar could be so carefree and leisurely.

Lan Mingfan racked his brains and wrote a poem.

Carrying his own work, he pushed away the person on the table opposite Ling Zihan, occupied the entire position by himself, and began to provoke Ling Zihan, "Eighth Prince, it seems that you are very confident? I wonder if you can give us a long time?" I know."

Ling Zihan stopped writing, blinked her eyes, her face was innocent and cute, "Do you want to see it?"

With a beautiful face and two pure black pearls, she stared straight at him.

For a moment, Lan Mingfan fell into obsession.

Shaking his head, he came back to his senses, slapped himself hard, and smiled at Ling Zihan, "Naturally, I have to see, maybe the Eighth Prince can't see people with this painting..."

Before he finished speaking, the painting in Ling Zihan's hand had already been thrown in front of his desk.

The way you look at it casually.

Why are you so easy to talk to?
Lan Mingfan couldn't react at first.

Others also started to come over, wanting to see the Eighth Prince's painting.

After all, she was the only one who was so relaxed and at ease from the beginning to the end, so this painting must not be difficult for her.

However, in the next second, everyone spat out a mouthful of saliva, sprayed it on Lan Mingfan's face at the same time, and laughed loudly.

Lan Mingfan wiped off the saliva on his face, completely angry, "What are you looking at, this painting is for me, do you have a share?"

The others immediately suppressed their laughter and stayed away from him.

Lan Mingfan looked down and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)