Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 133

"The life and death game I set up is to disrupt the order of the six glasses of wine. You and I take turns drinking. If anyone drinks the poisonous glass, he will lose. If I lose, I will die of poison. Da Zhou changes to another emperor, if the sect master loses, he will hand over Fu Yu."

Feng Jin curled the corners of her lips, "How about it? If you trade the world for someone, the sect master will not lose."

The door master's charming peach blossom eyes faded from the enchanting charm before, and became deep and cold. He took a deep look at Feng Jin and pursed his lips in silence.

Looking at him, Feng Jin understood, this is the real master of the Death Gate, right?Otherwise, how could that enchanting and enchanting appearance be able to overwhelm those ghosts and monsters at the gate of death.

Looking at the face of the sect master, Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly, "If sect master doesn't believe in the toxicity of the seven insect and seven flower poison, feel free to find someone to try it."

"Come on!"

A subordinate walked over, but the sect master didn't even look at him, took out the glass of wine that Feng Jin had dripped with poison, handed it to him, and said coldly, "Drink it!"

The man obediently took the wine and drank it down.

Moments later, strange black lines appeared on his face, and black lines also appeared on the back of his hands. The door master glanced at his subordinates, who grabbed the man's hand, pushed aside his sleeves, and found that there were spots on his skin. It is this kind of black pattern, which is the characteristic of being poisoned by seven insects and seven flowers.

Soon, the man's eyes, ears, mouth and nose began to ooze black blood, and he fell to the ground and died from bleeding from his seven holes.

From the time he drank the glass of wine to the time he died from the poison, he was completely out of breath, less than half a cup of tea.

"How does the door master feel?"

"good."

At this moment, the door owner has been completely aroused.

Feng Jin curled her lips and patted her palm lightly. Someone brought a glass of wine to make up for it. Feng Jin took out the glass bottle and poured some venom into one of the glasses of wine.

The colorless and odorless venom melted into the wine, and the six glasses of wine looked exactly the same.

"If the door master is worried, just ask your people to bring these wines to change the order."

Feng Jin said indifferently, the door master was not polite, he really asked his subordinates to take away the plate.

Soon, the man brought back the wine. The six glasses of wine were exactly the same, and it was impossible to tell which glass of wine had poison in it.

Wuming has been keeping a close eye on that person, in case he winks at the sect master.

But unexpectedly, from the beginning to the end, the door master of the door of death showed an eager expression on his face. He seemed to be looking forward to this thrilling and crazy life and death situation, and he didn't even look at his subordinates.

What a madman this man is!
"Your Majesty is a distinguished guest, please invite your Majesty first."

The door master leaned lazily on the table, like a snake without bones, looking at his slightly opened skirt, Feng Jin really wanted to ask him if he was cold.

But the doorkeeper's appearance is probably not cold.

Feng Jin didn't refuse, and took the front glass of wine. The amber liquid was slightly rippling, and the aroma was tangy. This is the best pear blossom white. If the wine is non-toxic, it is naturally a good glass of wine.

But if the wine is poisonous...

Feng Jin lowered her eyes, suppressing all the emotions in her eyes. Just as she was about to drink, a powerful big hand gently landed on her wrist, "Your Majesty, please drink for Your Majesty."

It's nameless!
When outsiders were around, he always respected her as His Majesty.

He looked at her with undisguised affection and tenderness, as well as heartache.

Feng Jin smiled slightly, gently brushed his hand away, and drank it all in one gulp.

She turned the wine glass upside down, and there was not a drop of wine left, "Master, it's your turn."

There was a hint of admiration and enthusiasm in the door master's eyes. He took the last glass of wine without even looking at it, and drank it all in one gulp. He also glanced at Feng Jin, and stood the glass upside down, signaling that he had finished drinking.

"I'm fine. There is no poison in this glass of wine. It's Your Majesty's time again."

There are only four glasses of wine left on the table, and there is a one-fourth chance of being poisoned. Feng Jin's fingers trembled slightly. This scene fell into the eyes of the sect master, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, revealing a coquettish smile, " If your majesty doesn't want to drink, you don't have to drink it, and this life-and-death situation will be treated as never before, and your majesty can go back to the palace and continue to be your majesty the empress, forget about the fragrance."

"Of course, His Majesty can do whatever you want. You can trade Shen Wenqing, Wuming, or yourself. I have no interest in men. The person I most want to keep is naturally Your Majesty."

As if Feng Jin didn't hear his words, she slowly picked up a glass of wine and put it to her lips.

Wuming desperately resisted the urge to snatch the glass of wine, staring at Feng Jin's every move.

Su Wan hid behind a big tree, watching the Queen put this life and death situation for Fu Yu, inexplicable emotions surged in her heart, some were moved, some were envious, and most of all she couldn't believe it.

Feng Jin drank the glass of wine slowly, and the corners of her lips slowly rose. It seemed that there was no poison in this glass of wine.

"Sect Master, my luck is not bad, it depends on the Sect Master's luck."

As she spoke, she gently brushed off the thick snowflakes on her shoulder with her right hand, and her slender, white fingers gently slid across the entire shoulder and collarbone.

When she brushed off the snow from her shoulders, and lightly brushed off the snow from her arms, fingers like snow and jade slid gently across the arms on both sides.

Looking at that slender and white hand, the sect master's eyes became scorching hot. If such a pair of hands slipped on his body, it would definitely taste good.

"Why doesn't the master stop drinking? Don't you dare?"

A trace of disdain appeared on Feng Jin's face, the head of the sect looked away, and said displeasedly, "Who said I wouldn't dare?", then took a glass of wine and drank it down.

When the wine enters the throat, apart from the mellow pear blossom, there is no other feeling. The door master smiled, "It seems that my luck is also very good!"

Feng Jin's eyes darkened, and she stared intently at the two remaining glasses of wine.

She took one of the cups with trembling fingers, Wuming's face changed again and again, the probability of choosing one of the two was too high, A Jin only had half the chance, if she got the right one, A Jin would win, if she got the wrong one, A Jin would die.

He dare not gamble!

"Ajin—"

He finally couldn't help calling out her name, Feng Jin smiled at him, Wuming clenched his hands into fists, then slowly released them, "Let me help you drink."

"No need, this is my life and death situation, not yours, so you don't need to intervene."

Her cold refusal caused Wuming's eyebrows to tighten, and he opened his lips, hesitant to speak.

Feng Jin took a deep look at him, then gently put down his wine glass, and called out to Shen Wenqing.

Shen Wenqing immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Majesty."

"I left the palace today and left two letters in the palace. One is for you and the other is for the general. If anything happens to me today, you remember to send the letter to the general at eight hundred li. Send it to the northern border urgently. I already have a candidate for the crown prince, and once the general receives the letter, he will lead the army back to King Jingqin and support the crown prince to ascend the throne."

Both Shen Wenqing and Wuming's expressions changed drastically at the same time, "When did His Majesty decide on the candidate for the crown prince? Why didn't Wenqing know?"

What shocked Wuming was not the appointment of the crown prince, but that Ajin's words were clearly explaining the funeral. What was even more shocking was why Ah Jin had appointed the crown prince so early?Didn't she ever think about making her own child the crown prince in the future?Or is it that they won't have children, so Ah Jin never considered the possibility?
There was a storm in Wuming's heart. He wanted to ask her a lot, but this is the place of death, with many eyes and ears, he couldn't ask her.

Feng Jin didn't answer Shen Wenqing's question, and picked up the glass of wine again.

Hearing what she said about the funeral, the head of the door flashed a trace of reluctance. He would never meet another woman like this in his life. If she died and missed the opportunity, he would never have a second time. Chance.

"It's better to let go of the situation of life and death. Your Majesty will reconsider this proposal."

The head of the sect persuaded Xun Xun, "It's just a fragrance, is it worthy of your majesty?"

"Whether it's worth it or not, I know in my heart."

"If your majesty insists on richness, why not let your majesty go to death with me, I can assure you that I will build a more luxurious and magnificent palace for your majesty than the imperial palace, for your majesty to live in, and for your majesty to eat and wear. Worse than the palace."

Unknowingly, the door owner changed his mind. For such a woman, a golden birdcage inlaid with precious stones is too wronged for her. He will build her the most beautiful and luxurious palace, and use it as a golden house to hide her beauty.

"If the head of the sect has the heart, why not ask me some conditions that I can agree to, gold, silver and jewels, beauties from fertile fields, kings and knights, I can agree to you."

"Those things, I am not rare at all!"

The door master leaned forward, staring at Feng Jin with burning eyes, the enthusiasm and longing in his eyes was undisguised, "The only thing I want is you, Your Majesty!"

"In that case, there is nothing to talk about."

Feng Jin smiled coolly, and drank the glass of wine slowly.

Everyone was staring at her nervously, especially Wuming, whose palms had already been clenched into fists, and they didn't even realize that their nails had pinched their palms.

Feng Jin gently put down the wine glass, looked at the sect master opposite, and smiled with slightly pale lips.

(End of this chapter)