Quick Transmigration Queen: Male God, please be blackened!

Chapter 188
Another day, when the spring is bright and beautiful.

Feng Lin hugged Yan Ling, unwilling to go to court.

This emperor, he has been in office for half a month, and he was tortured beyond recognition.

There are a lot of memorials for all the ministers every day.

Of course, this is within his tolerance.

What he couldn't bear was: the morning hours.

Before dawn, it was supposed to be the time when he was holding someone Wen Xiangyu Ruan, but unexpectedly, he was forced to get up and go to the morning court! ! !
Every time he gets up, Yan Ling in his arms is still fast asleep.

That way, he is obedient and quiet.

Obviously, he can sleep with her until she wakes up naturally.

However, he was going to court early and listened to a bunch of ministers talking nonsense.

Who is willing to change?
And every time he was on the dragon chair and wanted to get angry, he would think of Yan Ling's words.

She wanted him to control his temper when he was in court.

You can't just let someone drag the minister out and hack him to death.

It's restricted, it doesn't do any good, and it's a waste of time. He really doesn't like early courts, and he doesn't like being emperor either.

"Fenglin?"

Yan Ling looked helplessly at Feng Lin who was hugging her like a big pillow, and had a particularly headache.

Why do you dislike morning court so much?

"I do not want to go."

Feng Lin lowered his eyes aggrieved, his whole body was full of sadness.

There is a big picture, if Yan Ling says a few more words, he will cry without hesitation.

Yan Ling raised his forehead and lamented, "...do you not want to go to court, or do you not want to be emperor?"

Although the answer to this question is obvious, just to be on the safe side, she plans to make a final determination.

"I don't want to be the emperor, and I don't want the country."

He raised his eyes and looked at her with burning eyes.

The general's mansion and his father Nanwang's revenge have also been avenged.

Naturally, he can do what he wants to do in this life, and he can also live for himself.

He never cared about the country or anything.

Especially now, all he wants is her.

Yan Ling reached out, touched his head, and pulled him into his arms a little.

"Well, I see."

In her arms, it is fragrant and soft.

Feng Lin rubbed against her neck, quickly clasped her slender waist with both hands, "Let's go out of the palace."

Go out of the palace to a place where there are only the two of them.

At that time, no one can disturb them.

"Have you figured out what to do with the rest of the matter after leaving the palace?" Yan Ling narrowed her eyes, leaving the palace is not a trivial matter.

According to Feng Lin's current mood, he probably won't come back after leaving the palace.

But the country cannot live without an owner.

You have to find someone to be the emperor.

Feng Lin looked up from her neck, and spit out three words with blurred eyes.

"Three princes."

Well, give the throne to the third prince.

Yan Ling, "... yes."

The third prince still had a wink.

Even let the third prince pick up a bargain.

That night.

Feng Lin left the palace with Yan Ling and several personal secret guards.

There was an extra dark pattern box next to the third prince's bed.

In the middle of the night, the third prince Feng Qing turned over and accidentally knocked the box over with his palm, the sound woke him up from his dream.

He got up and picked up the box in a little confusion.

A decree, a letter.

Wait until he understands the content of the letter.

The big, well-articulated hands trembled uncontrollably.

Immediately, there was a wry smile.

The royal father and those royal brothers fought back and forth, all kinds of suspicions, but only for the throne.

But now, it turns out that those two don't care at all.

These years, in order to survive in the palace, he carefully pretended not to care about anything.

What he wants is also quite simple, to live well.

Should not touch, resolutely do not touch.

Those who cannot be provoked should never be provoked.

Every step is like walking on eggshells.

He never dared to hope for the throne.

But in the end, the throne actually fell into his hands?
Heh, he didn't know how to describe his mood.

Complex and subtle.

But also grateful...

No one knew where Feng Lin and Yan Ling had gone, but Feng Qing knew that those two should be happy and not bothered by trivial matters.

(End of this chapter)