Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 112
As soon as he made a move, he was blocked by a strong and domineering wind, his wrist numb, and the pen fell to the ground.

Looking at that cold, expressionless face, Tianhe Zen Master really suspected that this face would have other expressions besides the empress, and that it was always so cold and indifferent when facing other people.

Tianhe Changmei frowned slightly, "You turned back again, why?"

"What did you go to Kunlun Mountain for?"

Wuming asked coldly, Zen Master Tianhe glanced at him, and said calmly, "In order to pick the snow lotus."

"What do you want so many snow lotus?"

"Pharmaceuticals."

Wuming's heart moved, "To whom?"

Tianhe didn't answer, but changed the topic, "You should go."

Wuming didn't move, staring at him coldly, "Who is the medicine for?"

Tianhe Changmei frowned, "This is the poor monk's business, it has nothing to do with you."

"If it's about His Majesty, it's about me."

Wuming stared intently at Tianhe with eyes as sharp as a falcon, "You have plans for Your Majesty!"

The tone he used was extremely certain, without any hesitation, Tianhe's heart skipped a beat, and he asked calmly, "What attempt?"

"I don't know, your Majesty's eyes are impure, unlike the eyes of a monk looking at the world."

Tianhe's heart sank little by little, he glanced at Wuming inexplicably, but said nothing.

Wuming stared straight at him, taking in all the changes in his face, "I don't care what your plans are, or what you do when you go to Kunlun Mountain to pick so many snow lotus flowers, I only have one sentence, if you dare to Your Majesty is not good, I will kill you and level the entire Daxiangguo Temple!"

Tianhe's face suddenly changed, "There are more than 1000 monks in Daxiangguo Temple..."

"I don't care! I don't care what you do, in short, what you do must not go against His Majesty's will!"

Tianhe's heart skipped a beat, he secretly looked at Wuming, wondering whether his words were just casual, or meant something.

Fortunately, the person in front of him seemed to be only warning him, and didn't really find anything.

Tianhe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking about it, his heart felt a little heavy again, "I can't go against her will, should I follow her in everything?"

"nature!"

Wuming said it as a matter of course, Tianhe was stunned, and after a long time, he sighed quietly, "Don't you think this is what hurt her?"

Wuming frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Follow her in everything, give her whatever she wants, support her in whatever she wants, don't you think this is harming her? If she did something wrong, she should be corrected. Evil way, she should be brought back to the right way!"

"What is an evil path? What is a righteous path? Who decides what is right and what is wrong? Is it up to you? Or is it up to God? Then, tell me, where is Heaven? What is God's will? Who will interpret God's will?"

Tianhe was speechless, Wuming sneered, and continued, "Your Majesty is smart and decisive, sober and calm. No matter what path she wants to take, I will trust her, support her, and accompany her. If she really walks the so-called Xie Lu, I will be with her too!"

"She practices sorcery, devours lonely souls and wild ghosts, and defies the will of the heavens. She will go to hell in the future!"

"I'll accompany her!"

Tianhe was silent, his faint eyes fell on Wuming, and after a long time he said calmly, "I'm afraid that you won't be able to accompany her when the time comes, your spiritual energy is very pure, and her spiritual power is very sinister, you are not the same way, the way home Also different."

Wuming frowned thickly, wanting to ask for clarification, but Tianhe Zen Master refused to say another word, and silently issued the order to evict the guest.

Wuming left Tianhe Zen Master's meditation room and followed Feng Jin's footsteps.

At this time, Feng Jin and Shen Wenqing had just left the mountain gate of Daxiangguo Temple, seeing Wuming catching up, Feng Jin smiled slightly, "Where did you go? You've been there for so long."

"I'll tell you when I get back to the palace."

Feng Jin sneered, "How dare you cheat on me?",

Wuming smiled and said nothing, he didn't tell Feng Jin that he turned back to see Tianhe Zen Master, Tianhe Zen Master had doubts on him, he wanted to solve it first and then tell her.

Back in the palace, Wuming asked Feng Jin to rest first, while he went to the backyard to fiddle with something.

When Feng Jin drank a cup of tea and took a breath, Wuming came back with a flower pot. Inside the flower pot was a lush green plant with long, slender green leaves that resembled the leaves of an orchid.

"what is this?"

Wuming put the flower pot on the flower stand and replied, "This is Viola orchid."

Viola orchid?orchid?

Feng Jin looked at Wuming in surprise, "I've never seen you take care of flowers and plants, I never thought you'd be quite knowledgeable about orchids."

Wuming was carefully wiping the sludge on the leaves, but was stunned after hearing Feng Jin's words.

I don't like flowers and plants at all, and I haven't studied orchids. How did he know that this plant that doesn't even bloom and only has leaves is Viola orchid?

Even the name Jinhualan, he had never heard of it before.

This is incredible!

Looking at the small plant in front of him, clusters of small flowers appeared in Wuming's mind, with white petals, yellow stamens, red patterns on the petals, red petals, white stamens, petals There are purple lines on it.

These flowers of different colors all have a name - Viola orchid.

He was pretty sure he hadn't seen it, but he just knew it.

"Wu Ming, what's the matter? What are you thinking, so preoccupied?"

Feng Jin's voice pulled back Wuming Piaoyuan's mind, he smiled, "I didn't think about anything."

Feng Jin looked at the leaves that had been rubbed with no dirt or dust, and smiled slightly, "You turned back just now, just for this Viola orchid?"

Nameless remained silent.

Actually no, he came out of Tianhe's meditation room, and accidentally saw a violet orchid growing in the corner, fluttering in the wind alone, for some reason, he dug it out and brought it back.

He has a very firm idea that when the flowers bloom, Ah Jin will definitely like them.

"When the flowers bloom, they must be beautiful."

Feng Jin smiled happily, his eyes watered, and his heart softened into mud when he looked at the nameless.

"Yes, it's beautiful. There are large expanses of Viola orchids all over the mountains and plains, clusters of them, like clouds, red, yellow, purple, white, colorful, and colorful. They will be more beautiful, more spectacular, and more beautiful." It's suffocating."

Feng Jin sneered, "The description is so detailed and realistic, it feels like you've seen it before..."

"Yeah, I've seen..."

The nameless voice stopped abruptly, and he stared blankly at the solitary pansy orchid. He was absolutely certain that he had never seen pansy pansy orchid blooming all over the mountains and plains.

But he has a feeling that he has seen it not only once, but countless times.

Seeing Wuming's trance from time to time, Feng Jin thought he was tired, so he urged him to rest.

As soon as Wuming touched the pillow, he fell into dreamland.

He never dreams, because he never enters the state of deep sleep. As the leader of the secret guard, he must be vigilant at all times. Even if he sleeps, his nerves are also very tight. Even if the wind blows, he will wake up immediately .

A person who sleeps only lightly has little chance of dreaming.

But today, Wuming was dreaming.

He dreamed that there were violet orchids all over the mountains and plains, clusters of clusters, like clouds, white, red, yellow, purple, dazzlingly beautiful.

A golden phoenix flew back and forth over the flowers, sometimes flying low, and the wind brought by the flapping of its wings was too strong, which would blow the pansy orchids back and forth, and the petals fluttered to the ground.

Seeing this, Wuming sighed and said, "Ah Jin, you are really messing around."

His doting and helpless tone made Feng Jin who was sitting outside reading a book couldn't help looking over.

The green clothes heard it too, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, look, Lord Wuming misses you in his dreams."

Feng Jin also laughed, but there was more doubt in the smile, she had a feeling that the person in Wuming's dream was not her.

Wuming has never used such a doting and helpless tone to her. Wuming's tone is gentle, silent, caring, and affectionate, but only without doting and helplessness, Wuming is even less likely to say that she is messing around.

Feng Jin put down the book, opened the bead curtain and walked into the inner room, walked to the dragon couch, and looked at Wuming silently.

Wuming in her sleep was completely different from the Wuming she knew.

He closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his facial expression was conniving, helpless, pity, pampering, and a little helpless anger.

This kind of namelessness made Feng Jin feel very strange.

But besides the strangeness, there is another kind of inexplicable feeling that grows silently.

"Ah Jin, hey, what should I do if you mess around like this, it seems that I have to punish you..."

Wuming spoke again, the voice was his voice, but the tone was not his tone, even the smile on his lips seemed to be a different person.

Feng Jin stared at him blankly, with doubts in his heart.

(End of this chapter)