I've smashed the villain again

Chapter 332 The little prince wants to hold high 5

It seems that the new emperor really trusts the prime minister.

But these words are not what he should listen to.

He raised his hand to touch the sweat on his forehead, and hurried away.

Tang Zhou moved his wrist and frowned slightly as he felt the pain pervading up.

"You got it."

It's not like this happened before, this guy clearly didn't even look at it, when was he so active?

"Oh."

Tang Zhou pinned Qing Hui to his waist, resting his uninjured hand on his chin, "That's because he is good-looking."

Feng Sheng: ...

"There are still many beauties on the road, why don't you save them?"

Tang Zhou turned to look at her confidently.

"Not as good-looking as he is."

Feng Sheng: ...

Come on, it's really pretty.

As for Feng Rang's appearance, many disciples of aristocratic families flocked to it. Even in the dilapidated palace, he couldn't hide it at all. His appearance was well-known inside and outside the imperial capital.

"But you haven't met him before, have you?"

Feng Sheng stood up and looked at Tang Zhou up and down, making sure that his new prime minister was not missing an arm or a leg, so he breathed a sigh of relief and spoke again.

"Then we have to see what the number one beauty in the imperial capital looks like."

Tang Zhou still maintained his fair and tender face, stood up, and said seriously.

Feng Sheng: ...

You're a bit of an apprentice, sister.

Makes me want to kick you a little bit.

Just out of curiosity, I wanted to see the number one beauty in the imperial capital, made myself into this bear, and made me worry if you were going to die, you are really good.

"I have a sense of proportion. Besides, Feng Rang is just a powerless prince, and the family behind him was killed long ago when the first emperor. You have just been enthroned, and someone burned to death a prince who was not charged with any crimes. What is it like to spread out?"

Tang Zhou raised his hand and patted her shoulder with his uninjured hand.

Although it is justifiable now that the second daughter of the first emperor has not been appointed to the throne, there are some gossips that can be left as they are.

"Besides, it wasn't that serious at first, so he didn't go in for rescue. Now that he's getting worse, he's just a 17-year-old kid."

Feng Sheng also thought of this, frowned tightly, turned his head to look at the palace chief who was following behind, and said in a cold voice, "Where were the guards near Xiaoming Palace at that time? What are they doing? You have to wait for the prime minister Do you know you have to save people only by doing it?"

The chief manager was sweating profusely on his forehead, and he responded again and again, saying that he would investigate thoroughly immediately and deal with it seriously.

Feng Sheng finally responded, turned his head to look at Tang Zhou again, raised his eyebrows slightly, "But what did you want to do when you entered the palace late at night?"

He couldn't have come here just to hear the news that Xiaoming Palace was burned, right?

"It was just to see if there was any problem that I missed, but it just happened to happen." Tang Zhou raised his hand and patted the dust on his clothes, "There is nothing else... I'll go back to rest and recuperate, Your Majesty, you say……"

Tang Ju spoke slowly, while looking up at Feng Sheng.

Feng Sheng raised his brows, probably guessing what she wanted to say, but asked on purpose, "What?"

"I'm tired from running around and injured, so I can't let you take a good rest these days."

You see, it really is to ask for a vacation.

Feng Sheng laughed, feeling a little helpless.

(End of this chapter)