Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 159 Nameless Lost Control

Both Shen Wenqing and Lvyi were dumbfounded, they held their breath and did not dare to breathe.

"Ajin—"

Wuming seemed to have suddenly come to his senses, with distressed expression on his face, he came over to help Feng Jin, but just as he stretched out his hand, for some reason, he quickly retracted it, and stood there looking at Feng Jin with a worried expression.

Feng Jin didn't speak, nor did she get up, she was waiting for him, she wanted him to help her.

She believed that he didn't throw her away on purpose, but she needed Wuming to express it, so that her heart would not be so uncomfortable.

The two looked at each other, and the air was still.

Wuming's eyes were dark, with no light at all. Feng Jin stared at him intently. She clearly saw the sign of shrinking slowly appearing in his eyes, and Feng Jin's heart sank little by little.

A moment later, Wuming avoided Feng Jin's gaze, lowered his eyes, turned and left, quickly left the palace room, and disappeared among the palace gates in the blink of an eye.

Feng Jin's heart sank into the ice cave, and she shivered from the cold.

She sat on the ground motionless, staring blankly at the empty doorway, where there was no longer a nameless tall figure.

"Your Majesty, it's cold on the ground, this servant will help you up."

Seeing Feng Jin's pale and disheveled face, Lu Yi said distressedly, just as she was about to help her up, she heard the Queen whisper, "You all step back."

"But, Your Majesty..."

As soon as Lvyi opened her mouth, she received a wink from Shen Wenqing, who secretly shook her head at her, Lvyi had no choice but to retreat with Fuyu and the little maids.

The door was gently closed, and the room was silent, only Feng Jin and Shen Wenqing were left.

"Wenqing, you should step down too."

"Wen Qing is here to guard His Majesty."

Feng Jin's eyes were dark, her voice was a little erratic, "No need, I'm fine."

Shen Wenqing still did not leave. Facing the queen, as a courtier, it was rare for him to disregard the queen's will and insist on his own opinion.

Feng Jin ignored him, and got up slowly. Shen Wenqing quickly went to help her, Feng Jin brushed his hand, and said in a calm tone, "No need, I can get up by myself."

Shen Wenqing didn't let go, her slender and fair fingers supported Feng Jin's arm and forearm lightly and lightly, showing just the right distance, neither far nor close, neither close nor close.

The calm expression on his face showed his persistence.

Feng Jin frowned slightly, and didn't say anything else. Her heart was piercingly cold, and the moment Wuming turned to leave, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away. She didn't even have the strength to stand up.

However, the stubbornness and arrogance in her heart made her unwilling to bow her head in front of anyone.

She didn't know if Shen Wenqing saw her fragility and powerlessness, and she didn't have the mood and energy to guess Shen Wenqing's thoughts, so she stood up slowly with Shen Wenqing's strength.

As soon as she stood up straight, her legs softened and she fell to one side.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

Shen Wenqing supported her with quick eyesight and quick hands, but accidentally used too much force, surpassing the distance between the monarch and his subjects, and hugged her in her arms.

He should have let her go immediately and opened the distance between them, but he didn't.

His palm covered her slender waist, separated by a layer of clothing. The clothes she was wearing were the best moonlight brocade. The brocade was as smooth and delicate as moonlight, but he could feel that the skin under the moonlight brocade was smoother Soft and greasy, fragrant and pleasant.

Shen Wenqing knew that he had gone too far, but he couldn't bear to let go.

For so long, he has been adhering to the distinction between monarch and minister, not allowing himself to expect extravagant things that shouldn't be expected. He always remembers that she is the ruler and he is the minister.

But today, in this silent palace with only the two of them, he violated his principles.

And the empress didn't seem to have any intention of retreating from his embrace, she leaned lightly on his body, almost putting her whole body weight on him, and her face lightly rested on his chest.

When he looked down, he could only see the black bun on the top of her head, which was very simple, with a simple hosta pinned to it, but it revealed a unique and vivid beauty.

The room was very quiet, neither of them spoke, and even each other's slight breathing could be clearly heard.

The queen has been very quiet, making Shen Wenqing wonder if she had fallen asleep, but the sudden burning in his chest woke him up instantly.

Two hot teardrops dripped on his chest, and the strong sadness could be felt through the clothes.

Shen Wenqing's body tensed instantly, she did not dare to move, even her breathing froze.

The queen kept her head down and buried her face in his chest. Shen Wenqing couldn't see her face, nor the emotion on her face. He could only feel the hot tears falling on his chest one by one, Almost burned his chest.

He suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his heart, that kind of pain was not very strong, but it was continuous and lingering, tightly wrapped around him, controlling his mood, making people frustrated and helpless.

The empress is a very proud person, she won't be seen even when she sheds tears, and she won't make a sound to be heard even when she cries.

Such arrogance, such stubbornness, inexplicably makes people feel distressed.

After an unknown amount of time, the hot tears finally stopped, and Shen Wenqing felt inexplicably relieved.

For some reason, he was terrified of those tears, endlessly falling on his chest.

"Wenqing, help me find him."

Shen Wenqing's heart moved, the queen used "I" instead of "zhen", Shen Wenqing responded in a low voice, "Okay!"

The queen slowly raised her head from his embrace, and slowly withdrew from his embrace.

Looking at the empty hands, feeling that the faint fragrance is gone, Shen Wenqing felt lost.

He boldly looked at Feng Jin, but was surprised to find that her face was calm, dry, without any trace of tears. If it weren't for the slightly red eye sockets, no one would have thought that she had just cried.

"He usually goes to the top of the mountain in the west to practice, you go there and look for it."

After Feng Jin finished speaking, she turned around and entered the inner room, and the bead curtain made a crisp and pleasant sound.

Shen Wenqing's eyes followed her back unconsciously, and he saw her sitting down on the beauty's couch with her back facing him. Shen Wenqing couldn't look away from her slim and graceful back.

"What if you can't find it?"

"If you can't find..."

Feng Jin's voice came from behind the bead curtain, a little ethereal and a bit lonely, "Then you can't find it."

Just as Shen Wenqing was about to leave, she suddenly thought of something, and stopped slowly, looking at the shadowy figure behind the bead curtain, she said softly, "Your Majesty, don't be too sad, Mr. Wuming must not have done it on purpose."

Shen Wenqing waited for a while, but did not hear Feng Jin's voice. He took a deep look at her. The palace is magnificent, gorgeous and luxurious. The figure of the empress in this palace looks dignified and lonely.

Yes, it is loneliness.

An indescribable loneliness emanated from the queen.

Being the Ninth Five-Year Honorable, it is naturally lonely.

But Shen Wenqing could feel that this loneliness was not only because of the identity of the incomparably high place, but also because of the namelessness.

He suddenly had an urge to say something to the queen, even if Wuming left, he was still there, even if there was no Wuming, the queen still had him.

However, he couldn't tell.

He knows better than anyone else that Shen Wenqing is not nameless, and Shen Wenqing cannot become nameless, and cannot replace nameless.

There is a family behind him, and it is impossible for him to leave everything behind and stand behind the queen wholeheartedly.

For the first time, Shen Wenqing felt that the family that made him proud and worked hard for it suddenly became a burden.

If he was alone, with no worries, no relatives and no friends, even if he hid in this palace and only accompanied the empress, it would be fine.

Shen Wenqing left the bedroom, followed Feng Jin's instructions, and flew straight to the hill west of the palace.

But what he didn't know was that Wuming was not in the palace at this time, but at the top of Langshan Mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Wuming ran all the way out of the palace, out of the imperial capital, and flew up to the top of Langshan Mountain alone.

As soon as it landed, Wuming quickly checked the palm, the black line had already reached the palm and was about to climb up the fingers.

The thick and dark black line meanders in his palm, like a ferocious and terrifying black snake.

What's even more weird is that with the black line as the dividing line, half of his palm is as cold as ice, covered with a thin layer of frost, and the other half is as hot as fire, burning red.

Before Ajin pulled his hand, he was afraid that she would notice something strange about him, so he pretended not to notice and avoided her hand, and walked to the side.

Later, when Shen Wenqing mentioned the Xuanyuan royal family, he had a splitting headache, and Ah Jin came to check on her worriedly. As soon as she touched him, he would subconsciously throw her away. He was afraid that she would find that something was wrong, but she couldn't control the strength, causing her to fall on the ground. on the ground.

He couldn't control his strength, because he couldn't control the spiritual power in his body at all.

His body is out of control!
(End of this chapter)