Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 148

Pei Xiu's expression turned cold, "The sect master is really bold!"

"It's better to be bold than to be cowardly and timid, and it's better to be duplicity and refuse to admit it, isn't it?"

The master of the door said with a pun, Pei Xiu's expression became colder, the master of the door gave him a meaningful look, smiled, and left enchantingly.

Pei Xiu looked at his back coldly, until Pei Zhong came in, he was still looking at the empty door.

"Master Xiang, what's the matter?"

Pei Xiu lowered her eyes to hide the overwhelming tide in her eyes, and said calmly, "It's nothing."

Pei Zhong thought for a while, and asked, "The night is getting dark, is Xiangye going to rest? Why don't you let Mrs. Yu or Mrs. Xiang serve?"

"No need! I haven't read the truth and official documents."

Before the words were finished, Pei Xiu's slender figure had already left the door, heading for the study, Pei Zhong frowned, how long has it been since Xiangye called the wives in the backyard?

For several days in a row, the court in the palace was very peaceful, and everything went according to Feng Jin's plan.

But for some reason, Feng Jin felt uneasy, feeling that something was about to happen.

"Maybe it's because things went so smoothly that Ah Jin felt uneasy."

Seeing that Feng Jin was having trouble sleeping and eating, Wuming comforted her with concern.

Feng Jin sighed, and said quietly, "Maybe."

With the help of Wu Qingshan, the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River had been placed in every corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Pei Xiu didn't notice it, and everything went smoothly.

Even in the recent court affairs, Pei Xiu seldom objected to many things Qi Heng proposed, which is even more surprising, even the old fox Qi felt that something was wrong.

Feng Jin always felt that Pei Xiu was brewing a big plan, or that he was waiting for something, such a calm Pei Xiu was too unsettling, and made Feng Jin feel that the mountain was about to come and the wind was overwhelming.

However, according to the information obtained through investigation, Pei Xiu did nothing and saw no one. He was either going to court or dealing with official business all day long, and he rarely even went out of the Prime Minister's mansion.

This is so weird too!

Feng Jin didn't believe that Pei Xiu would surrender with arms just like that. Pei Xiu at this time was like a deep sea, the surface of the sea was very calm, and there were many dark tides and eddies lurking underneath, waiting to set off the stormy waves that would make her die without a place to die.

Fu Yu was still in the same state, foolishly in a daze, Doctor Zhang had to spend a lot of effort to barely maintain the status quo.

Every time she sees Fu Yu's confused childlike expression, Feng Jin's heart feels uncomfortable.

Early this morning, as soon as Feng Jin got up, Lu Yi came in to report, "Your Majesty, that Su You Envoy is here again."

"What is he doing?"

Feng Jin didn't have a good impression of Su Wan, although looking at Su Wan's appearance, it seemed that he was really worried about Fu Yu and came to the palace every now and then, but Feng Jin still didn't like him.

"They say they stole some medicine, maybe it will be useful to Fu Yu."

Lu Yi observed Feng Jin's expression, and said in a low voice, Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly, "Let him in."

When the green clothes led Su Wan in, Feng Jin was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, and Wuming helped her comb her long hair.

"Tell me, what medicine?"

Feng Jin didn't even look at Su Wan, and said coldly.

"I stole it from the pharmacy of the sect master. It was the new medicine he developed during the few days when Fu Yu became a medicine man, and the corresponding antidote. I took some of it. Maybe it will be useful for the poison on Fu Yu's body."

As Su Wan said, she took out some bottles and cans from her pocket and placed them neatly on the table.

Feng Jin glanced at it, and asked indifferently, "Didn't he notice?"

"Recently, the door owner is busy with other things, so he doesn't take care of the dead door, and he doesn't take care of me."

"what's up?"

Su Wan looked a little embarrassed, Feng Jin took a deep look at him, "Say!"

"He is building a palace called Zhaixing Tower. The design drawings are all drawn by himself. Every brick, every tile, every plant and every tree is strictly designed. He goes out early in the morning and returns at night to oversee the work. Everything about the dead door is done. Ignore it, it’s probably me and the newly appointed left envoy who are taking care of it.”

"Zhaixing Tower? Which star does he want to pick?"

Wuming said coldly, Su Wan glanced at him a little uneasy, and hesitated without answering.

"Say!"

The nameless voice suddenly became cold and severe, Su Wan subconsciously shuddered, and replied hesitantly, "It's Her Majesty the Empress..."

Wuming's face suddenly changed. Although he had guessed it a long time ago, he was still very angry when he got the exact answer from Su Wan, "He really doesn't give up!"

Su Wan didn't dare to say a word again, for fear that Wuming would turn his anger on him in a fit of anger.

After the door master came back from the palace that night, he began to draw the design, and built the Zhaixing Tower, saying that it would be used by Her Majesty the Queen.

Wuming stared at Su Wan coldly, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question, "Su Wan, do you like Death Gate?"

"what?"

Su Wan subconsciously asked back, not quite understanding Wuming's intention for such a question.

While helping Feng Jin comb her hair, Wuming said casually, "I heard that you grew up in the gate of death and regarded the gate of death as your home. If I hand over your home to you to take care of, what do you think?"

After hearing this, Feng Jin looked at Wuming in surprise, when did he have this plan?
What Feng Jin didn't know was that since the sect master kissed Feng Jin forcefully last time, Wuming had the intention of killing him and helping others to control the dead gate.

The door of death is still useful, and Ah Jin still needs the door of death, but the owner of the door is not very obedient, and always thinks things that shouldn't be thought, so let's change to an obedient one.

Su Wan's complexion changed, and she looked at Wuming's stern face in disbelief, "Master Wuming means, I, I am the head of the sect? This, how is this possible?"

"What's impossible? If he dies, and the newly appointed left envoy also dies, you are the biggest dead door, so why not be the head of the door?"

Su Wan kept shaking her head, her face full of panic, "No way, neither the Four Great Sect Masters nor the Twelve Hall Masters will obey me..."

Wuming paused for a while in combing his hair, and with a icy aura that forced people, he said coldly, "Whoever refuses to accept will be killed without mercy!"

Su Wan was startled, as if frightened.

Wuming raised his eyes and glanced at him, "I'll give you three days to think it through, according to your sect master's bold approach, one day, His Majesty will not be able to tolerate the gate of death, and by then, the gate of death will definitely disappear from the rivers and lakes, As for the person in the gate of death, who do you think I will let go?"

Not a single one will be spared!

This answer made Su Wan's whole body tremble, and dense cold sweat oozes from his back. With an unknown method, he would rather kill the wrong than let him go, and he will never spare the life of anyone in the door of death.

Seeing Su Wan's expression, Feng Jin knew that he was shaken. She and Wuming looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"Okay, it's none of your business here, you go back first."

Feng Jin said calmly, Su Wan left with a dazed expression, her legs seemed to shake a little when she left.

Feng Jin frowned secretly. Looking at Su Wan like this, she was only courageous, and she was much worse than the Sect Master of the Death Gate. It would be difficult for such a person to completely control the Death Gate!

But it doesn't matter, as Wuming said, those who refuse to accept, kill!

Kill a few assassins to scare the chickens and monkeys, and use some tricks to win people's hearts, and the rest will be honest.

After Su Wan withdrew, Feng Jin glanced at Lu Yi, "Go and invite Imperial Doctor Zhang."

Soon, the green clothes led Doctor Zhang to come. At the end of January, the ice and snow melted, and it was the coldest season in the imperial capital. The cold was so damp and cold that it seemed to be able to penetrate into the bones of people. No matter how thick the clothes were, it was useless .

When Physician Zhang came in, his hands were so cold that his hands were frozen, and he breathed out while holding his hands.

After he drank a cup of hot tea, roasted the fire for a while, and calmed down, Feng Jin asked him to check those bottles and cans.

When Doctor Zhang saw those things, his eyes lit up immediately. He opened it and poured out the pills inside. Just smelling it, his eyes became even brighter.

For a full hour, he checked and praised, without stopping, "This sect master is really a poison-making genius, these poisons are really rare, even the old ministers can't match them, they are too powerful, How did you come up with this, these kinds of herbs are obviously good medicines for warming and nourishing, but they are extremely poisonous when put together, it is really amazing..."

"Your Majesty, if such a person walks the right path and learns medical skills, it will not be the turn of the old minister to sit at the head of the Supreme Hospital. It is a pity that he has gone on an evil path. Instead of curing diseases and saving people, he will poison people instead. Your Majesty, you say... "

"I have nothing to say!"

Feng Jin interrupted him coldly.

Seeing Feng Jin's gloomy expression dripping with water, Imperial Physician Zhang shut his mouth embarrassingly, not daring to speak any more.

He checked over and over several times before he picked out two bottles, "If the old minister guessed correctly, this should be the poison in Miss Fuyu and the corresponding antidote."

"Are you [-]% sure?"

"The old minister dare not lie to His Majesty, in fact, the old minister is only [-]% sure."

Imperial Physician Zhang replied fearfully, Feng Jin was a little undecided, and looked at Wuming, "Wuming, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)