Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 291 Hole Cards
He Xiner thought for a while, then carefully weighed her words and said, "I don't know, maybe she was forced..."

"No one can force her, but she..."

Wuming didn't say the word 'emperor', who could force her?
Such a woman, who can make her lower her proud head?The choice of concubine must have been voluntary by her, maybe she had forgotten their agreement long ago.

He Xiner thought for a while, "Since no one is persecuting her, then maybe she has some difficulties?"

She observed Wuming's expression, and saw that he was faintly sad and resentful, like an abandoned girl in a boudoir, she couldn't help being a little funny, but she didn't dare to be seen by Wuming.

This is the first time she saw this stern and ruthless man, showing emotions other than indifference, it's still like this... er, the expression of a resentful woman in a boudoir...

"Only she knows the specific reason. If the young hero wants to know the answer, why don't you ask her? It also saves you from thinking wildly here. If you guess wrong and misunderstand her, wouldn't you regret it for the rest of your life?"

He Xiner's words made Wuming startled, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the imperial capital, which was about two thousand miles away from the imperial capital, and he couldn't see the imperial palace, nor the woman.

After watching for an indeterminate amount of time, Wuming retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Let's talk again, I'll send your mother and daughter to Luoxia Town first."

He Xiner opened her lips and wanted to persuade her again, but seeing that Wuming obviously didn't want to talk anymore, He Xiner had no choice but to keep her mouth shut.

After putting down the curtain, He Xiner's mother, Mrs. Liu, leaned sickly on the quilt, and seeing He Xiner's lonely expression, she sighed, "It's all my mother's fault for dragging you down. If it wasn't for your father's sudden death, the business Defeated, and my mother is so sick again, why did you get withdrawn by the Wang family."

"Mother, don't mention the Wang family anymore, what will happen to such a heartless and unjust family if you marry into it?"

He Xin'er's tone was somewhat resentful, and Liu Shi sighed, "Young Master Wang is a good person..."

"So what if he's a good person? He's too cowardly to just listen to his parents. He doesn't even dare to show his face when he retires. He doesn't care about the friendship we grew up with. If I marry him, my in-laws don't like me, and he doesn't like me." If you don't protect me, won't I be tortured to death by my in-laws?"

Liu's expression was a bit self-pitying, "It's all because of my mother's unbelievable body..."

"Mother, it's fine if a family like that retires, but are you still afraid that Xin'er won't find a good family?"

Liu looked at the curtain, "That young man is really a good man, and he is capable. If you can marry him..."

He Xin'er blushed, "Mother, he has a sweetheart! Mother, please stop talking nonsense. He sent us back to our hometown with great kindness. Mother, I can't think of such a thing again and make people laugh."

Seeing her daughter's flushed face, Mrs. Liu didn't know what her daughter was thinking, she mumbled her dry lips, and finally said nothing, just sighed.

The words of the mother and daughter fell into Wuming's ears, he didn't care what they said, he only cared about three words - sweetheart.

Does he have a sweetheart?

Did Miss He mean the queen?
These days, he did think of her from time to time, and when he thought of her tears, he felt sad, and when he thought of his heartlessness that day, he felt a little guilty, but now that she was going to choose a concubine, Wuming felt very depressed and uncomfortable.

How did she forget their agreement so quickly?Could it be that, as the saying goes, a woman's heart, like June's Tianshan, has changed, has she changed her mind?
That's right, as an emperor, most handsome men flock to her, surrounded by young men, so it's not unusual for her to change her mind.

Thinking so, Wuming felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to kill someone.

In the following days, Wuming involuntarily sped up his schedule, and He Xiner somewhat guessed what he was thinking, and cooperated silently without asking a single word.

The original itinerary of three or four days arrived in Luoxia Town at dusk two days later.

He Xiner tried her best to persuade Wuming to have a simple meal, but Wuming refused without saying a word.

"I know what the young man is anxious to do, and I don't force him to stay here. I wish the young man and his sweetheart to resolve the misunderstanding and love each other for a lifetime."

He Xin'er said, blessed with blessings, her nameless heart had already flown to the imperial capital, she said a few random hums, then got on the horse and galloped towards the imperial capital.

He Xiner looked at the figure in the dust, her eyes gradually turned red.

Mrs. Liu held her daughter's hand, "Forget it, Xin'er, mother will find a good family for you, don't think about him, such a capable person, this little Luoxia Town can't keep him. "

He Xiner snuggled into her mother's arms, choked up and hummed.

The imperial capital, the palace.

It was dark at night, Feng Jin was still reviewing memorials in the imperial study room, the candlelight shone on her face, shaking slightly, adding a bit of warmth to her snow-white skin.

On the bookshelf next to it, there was a large stack of picture albums, none of which were opened.

Aunt Zhong came in with green clothes and brought ginseng soup and fruits, "Your Majesty, take a rest first, drink some soup and then read the brochure."

Feng Jin put down the imperial brush, thanked Aunt Zhong with a smile.

"This is what slaves should do. However, slaves have only been working for a few days. When the young masters enter the palace, these servants will not be able to do these jobs."

Aunt Zhong joked with a smile, Feng Jin laughed too, but said nothing.

Lvyi was impatient and couldn't bear it anymore. As soon as he entered the imperial study, he looked around and saw the large stack of scrolls, his eyes lit up, "Your Majesty, haven't you read the scrolls of these gentlemen?"

Feng Jin said lightly, "What's there to see?"

Anyway, she wouldn't choose any of them, and she didn't care what they looked like or what their talents were.

"Can the servant take a look?"

"Look."

As soon as she got Feng Jin's permission, Lvyi immediately opened the album.

Her exclamation sounded from time to time in the imperial study, "Your Majesty, this one is so handsome, and this figure is so good, and this one's hands are so beautiful..."

Aunt Zhong scolded softly, "What are you talking about? This is the Imperial Study Room! Don't be so unruly, it's a joke!"

Lvyi stuck out her tongue, her voice became much softer, but she still couldn't stop marveling.

"Hey, why doesn't this one have a painted face?"

No face painting?

Feng Jin's curiosity was also aroused, "Bring it to me to have a look."

There was a man drawn on the scroll, with a tall and straight figure, dressed in black and strong, holding a sword in his right hand, but his face was not painted. Feng Jin looked at the name next to him: Luo Zhao, son of Luo Gang, a member of the Ministry of War.

For some reason, Luo Zhao's attire was somewhat familiar to Feng Jin.

"To make a fool of yourself!"

Feng Jin didn't think too much, and threw the album aside.

The Ministry of War is Li Yi's Ministry of War, and also Pei Xiu's confidant. This Luo Zhao must have been selected by Pei Xiu, so it's no wonder that he made such a move. Pei Xiu has a deep plan. If he painted his face like everyone else, Feng Jin would definitely not remember it. But Pei Xiu did the opposite, everyone else was scrambling to show his face, Feng Jin must be curious that he has no face.

At least, now Feng Jin remembered the name, Luo Zhao.

"According to my servant, this person is either too handsome for the painter to draw a tenth of his handsomeness, or too ugly to dare to show his face for fear of being directly beaten down by His Majesty."

Lu Yi shook her head and said, and Aunt Zhong answered, "I think he may be too handsome, I want to surprise His Majesty."

"Why can't it be ugly?"

"If it's ugly, how dare you send it to the palace?"

Lu Yi thought for a while, but was still a little unconvinced, "The general election will be in three days' time, and by then we will know whether this Luo Zhao is ugly or handsome."

Lvyi and Aunt Zhong had a bet, Feng Jin only felt that they were flustered, a little dumbfounded.

The Imperial Study Room was brightly lit, and at the same time, the Prime Minister's Mansion was also brightly lit, as bright as day.

Pei Xiu looked at the man in front of him, and frowned slightly. Luo Zhao had no expression on his face, and said coldly, "What's wrong with Mr. Xiang?"

Pei Xiu didn't care about his indifference, but showed a look of relief on the contrary, "There is nothing dissatisfied with the truth, you have performed very well now, your expression, demeanor, speech and behavior are all [-]% like that person."

A trace of ecstasy flashed in Luo Zhao's eyes, but his face was still cold, "Thank you, Mr. Xiang, for your cultivation, Luo Zhao!"

"There's no need to thank you. I just want you to remember who you should be loyal to."

Luo Zhao cupped his hands, "Luo Zhao will never forget Xiangye's great kindness and virtue in this life. If Luo Zhao can soar into the sky, he will definitely live up to Xiangye's kindness. Xiangye can rest assured."

Looking at Luo Zhao's sharp-edged face with sharp eyebrows, Pei Xiu became more and more satisfied.

When he met Luo Zhao by chance that day, his mind became active. He knew how much benefit Luo Zhao's face would bring him, so he deliberately built Luo Zhao. Those people before were just pawns That's all, Luo Zhao is his trump card.

He could imagine what kind of impact Luo Zhao would have on the Queen, and he couldn't wait.

(End of this chapter)