Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 132
There was a slight flash of light in Feng Jin's cold pool-like eyes, and she could feel Wuming behind her, her breath suddenly tightened.

She is nameless, she is not afraid of anything, but she is afraid that she will be tempted by others.

Seeing that Feng Jin was silent, the head of the sect's eyes slanted and flew over, like a bird's feather, gently gliding over Feng Jin's cheeks, "Your Majesty won't say anything, are you afraid to admit it?"

Feng Jin sighed faintly, and said with a pun, "I only like men."

The door master sneered, and the peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, which was very attractive, "I am a man, if your majesty doesn't believe it, just come and check it out."

"What I said is that I only like men, complete men, with a man's heart, a man's face, and a man's figure. The sect master is beautiful, but he is born too masculine and feminine. I don't like it."

The face of the door master finally changed, his eyes were very cold, he snorted coldly, "Your Majesty hasn't tried it, how do you know that this seat is not a man? Besides, this seat is so beautiful, which woman doesn't like it?"

"Everyone has preferences. Some women like elegant scholars, some women like charming and handsome men, and some women like burly men, but what I like is Wuming, who is slender and tall, standing like a pine, sitting like a Zhong, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, long hips and long legs. Even skin, everyone has their own preferences, some people like whiter ones, some like darker ones, and I also like Wuming, which is just right, and too white If the text is weak, if it is too dark, it will be unsightly."

Speaking of this, Feng Jin glanced at the gloomy face of the sect master, and continued, "It's not that the sect master is not beautiful enough, but I'm not good at this type of sect master. For me, the sect master's skin is too fair and his appearance is too soft , let me have an illusion that I am looking at a woman, not a man. Also, the figure of the sect master is too thin."

Every time a defect was pointed out, Feng Jin's eyes would fall on that spot, and finally, when her eyes fell on the open front of the door master's open skirt, that piece of flat, slender chest with no muscles, the door master subconsciously closed it tightly. Clothes, blocking her view.

Being hit so mercilessly by her, the head of the sect felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have dressed like this. In the gate of death, all the servants were obsessed with him and surrendered at his feet. They were obsessed with his pale, almost transparent skin. His slender figure, beautiful and soft appearance.

He thought that the empress would also like this, so he deliberately dressed like this, in this windy and snowy day, his large chest was exposed, and even the two bright red spots were faintly visible.

He glanced at Wuming standing behind the empress, with a tall and straight figure, a straight back, a handsome and stern face with sharp edges and corners, and sharp eyebrows and eyes as sharp as a knife.

It turns out that the Queen likes this!
However, no matter what she liked in the past, she will like him in the future.

Heavy snow fell down one after another, covering the shoulders of the two of them. The two of them just sat across a table, their eyes facing each other.

"Forget it, if your majesty doesn't like it, don't like it. I don't care about your majesty."

The door master withdrew his hand, curled his lips and smiled, wondering if he did it on purpose, when he retracted his fingers, he caressed Feng Jin's fingertips ambiguously.

He thought that Feng Jin would react, or felt offended, or had feelings, but to his surprise, Feng Jin's expression was normal, and he didn't react at all.

What he didn't know was that Feng Jin's fingers were already numb from the cold, not to mention that he just touched her fingertips, even if he grabbed her hand, she didn't feel it.

The only one who knows this is Wuming, he understands her, he knows that she is more afraid of the cold than anyone else.

Wuming's heart was cut like a knife, but he didn't dare to show any emotion on his face, lest he spoil Feng Jin's plan. This was extremely tormenting for him.

He could turn around and leave without watching the scene that made him feel distressed, but he couldn't leave. He just stood here with her, and he would be able to frighten the dead and make them dare not act rashly.

The feeling of powerlessness is almost overwhelming.

Wuming knew that with Ah Jin's status, there would be many more days like this, and he had to endure all his emotions, keep calm and calm.

Even if the heart hurts to the point of breaking, there must be no expression on the face, and even the eyes cannot fluctuate.

Acting is the thing he is least good at, but for him, in order to protect A Jin, he must practice the thing he is the least good at, and he is also the best at it.

He has to learn a lot of things that he is not good at and has never been exposed to, such as strategy, such as the art of balancing the emperor, such as government affairs, and he is even reading military books recently.

He tried his best to learn, and only hoped that when Ah Jin needed it, he could give it to her.

He only hoped that one day in the future, in addition to protecting Ah Jin, he could also help her govern the world, deal with those old-fashioned courtiers, handle government affairs, and help her fight in the battlefield and defend the frontier.

He wanted to shield his Ajin from the wind and rain, so that she wouldn't have to work so hard.

This is his humblest wish: I give everything, I do my best, I have no hesitation, I just want my woman to be happy every year.

Feng Jin didn't know what Wuming was thinking at this moment, she was only focused on her frozen body and the sect master.

Feng Jin slowly withdrew her hand, and she felt a ray of warmth as soft as water coming from her back, penetrating into her body from her back, making her body warm up slowly.

Afraid of being noticed by the sect master on the opposite side, the warmth transformed by the nameless spiritual power is very subtle and has no trace.

From the outside, the snow on Feng Jin's cloak was still thick, but her limbs and bones were warmed up.

"Sect Master, I think you already know the purpose of my visit today. If I want fragrance, the Sect Master can ask for any price. As long as I have it, I will give it to you."

The head of the sect propped his chin with one hand, glanced at Feng Jin coquettishly, and said alluringly, "I don't have what I want. If I don't say the same, then I do have it. I'm afraid Your Majesty won't give it to me."

"Master, let's talk and listen."

Feng Jin had already anticipated the sect master's answer. She was not afraid of him opening his mouth like a lion, but she was most afraid of him not asking for anything.

"Your Majesty, if you want Fuyu, you can exchange it with someone."

Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly, "Who?"

The bright red lips of the head of the sect rose slightly, revealing a bewitching smile, his eyes gliding over Wuming and Shen Wenqing.

Looking at his gaze, Feng Jin's face darkened, "Is the sect master joking with me?"

"If His Majesty is reluctant to part with the two of them, there is one more person who can replace Fu Yu."

"Who?"

The door master smiled without saying a word, his burning eyes fell on Feng Jin, staring straight at her, the fire in his eyes seemed to burn her to ashes, Wuming's face turned cold, and just as he was about to move forward, Shen Wenqing stopped him , secretly winked at him.

Wuming frowned, and had no choice but to resist the urge to do it. If it wasn't for worrying about spoiling Ah Jin's plan, he really wanted to chop off the head of this man and woman with a sword.

Feeling the undisguised scorching gaze of the sect master, Feng Jin was not angry, but smiled slightly, "It seems that the sect master is not going to hand over Fu Yu anymore!"

"This seat wants to give it to others, but His Majesty refuses to change it, so this seat can't do anything about it."

The sect master smiled alluringly, his peach blossom eyes stuck to Feng Jin's body and couldn't get off.

"Since we can't reach an agreement, let's talk about the life and death situation! Presumably the sect master is also here for the life and death situation."

Feng Jin's voice became cold, and the smile on his face also disappeared.

The head of the sect looked nonchalant, "Your Majesty says whatever you want, and I will listen to it."

He came to see her because he wanted to meet the noble and beautiful queen according to the rumors, and secondly, he wanted to see what life and death situation might be.

The game of life and death is indeed crazy and exciting, and he was somewhat interested.

Feng Jin clapped her palms, someone brought a plate with six glasses of wine on it, the amber liquid was shaking slightly.

Feng Jin took out a glass bottle from her arms, and poured a drop of transparent liquid into one of the glasses of wine.

"This is the poison of seven insects and seven flowers. It uses seven kinds of poisonous insects and seven kinds of poisonous weeds. It is refined through 49 processes. There is no medicine in this world that can cure it. I spent 1 yuan from the Poison King. Bought for two gold."

Hearing the name of the Poison King, the sect master's expression changed.

He is good at making poison and Gu, but if you talk about who is the number one expert in making poison in the world, that is the King of Poison.

The Poison King is a lunatic and an old man with a very bad memory, probably because he has eaten too many poisonous weeds and poisoned his brain.

He couldn't remember the steps of making poisons, and he couldn't remember which medicinal materials he used. Therefore, he often made many poisons without antidote, and this poison of seven insects and seven flowers was also a famous one.

What's even more weird is that the seven insects and seven flower poisons made by the poison king are different every time, because the poisonous insects and poisonous weeds used are different, and the process of making the poison is also different.

A strong interest flashed in the eyes of the sect master, "How does Your Majesty want to deal with this life and death situation?"

(End of this chapter)