Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

In the Nuan Pavilion, Han Feng and Yan Fuzhao were sitting opposite each other. The snow began to melt in the spring, but the sky was getting colder.

In such a fairyland, the topic they talked about was full of murderous intent.

"Master Han is a young talent, I really envy you." Yan Fuzhao raised his eyes with deep eyes.

Han Feng smiled, "The demeanor of Taishi Yan back then has been passed down by word of mouth to all colleagues in the Ministry of Punishment. How can I be proud of you in front of Taishi Yan?"

The person who died and beheaded was the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment. Yan Fuzhao laughed in Han Feng's sarcasm with a gun and a stick. It turned out that he was still a reckless and self-righteous man. He was a brave and foolhardy person who was pushed to death by that vicious woman.

"Master Han, you are so beautiful and proud now, but have you ever thought that the me of today will be the you of tomorrow?"

"Oh? Then I have to borrow a good word from the Grand Master."

"I invited you here today because I want to have a heart-to-heart talk. Mr. Han is the champion of the gold list. He should be very clear about the truth of being a cunning rabbit and a running dog. You and I are officials in the same dynasty. Fighting to the death and life, and the profit is who?"

"Teacher," Han Feng reached out to pick up the tea bowl in front of him, and blew slowly, "I'm just a pawn, and I can't help myself how to move."

"Master Han underestimates himself too much," Yan Fuzhao pushed the snack plate in front of him, "Master Han's value is far more than that."

The two of them kept talking about the nightfall before they separated. Yan Fuzhao was always good at dealing with weeds. Looking at Han Feng's leaving back, the sneer that he hadn't shown until now finally surfaced on his face.

He and the Queen Mother fought countless times, and countless people died between them. Han Feng was not the first, nor will he be the last.

Yan Fuzhao flicked his sleeves inside, leaving only a trace of chill.

The chariots and horses sent Han Feng to the gate of the mansion. Even though Gao was promoted to be the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, Han Feng still lived in the former Yijin courtyard, but it was changed from renting to buying.

Both Yan Fuzhao and the Queen Mother treated everyone as pawns, and that kind of contempt and indifference was engraved in their bones. They may not have noticed it themselves, and they are too accustomed to it so they will not reflect on themselves.

Han Feng was very familiar with the two of them.

Because he was like that too.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of cold air. The crisp smell of the early spring night wafted through his lungs. Han Feng opened his eyes, his pupils were as clear as cold stars.

Pushing open the door, Han Feng sensed something was wrong, there seemed to be a faint light in the inner room, his heart lit up, and he hurried over.

The veil at the head of the bed hangs down, a small charcoal basin in front of the couch exudes dark red light, and the quilt undulates in a meandering arc.

Han Feng walked over lightly.

Lynch was awakened by a kiss.

He got off the court and took some time to ask his servants to drop him off at the teahouse not far from Han Feng's mansion, and then quietly entered the Han mansion through the back door alone. He thought Han Feng would come back soon, but he didn't expect to wait until the sky was dark. It was dark, so he curled up on the couch in fear of the cold, but unexpectedly fell asleep without knowing it.

The belt was pulled and thrown down, Lynch snorted softly, and hugged Han Feng lazily, the two rolled together silently, the vermilion court clothes and jade belt fell to the ground in a mess, Han Feng exerted all his strength, Like a violent storm, Lynch, who has always been quiet, couldn't help screaming again and again.

After the incident, the two of them were sweating all over, and hugged each other stickily. Han Feng liked to hug Lynch from behind, and pecked and kissed him delicately, slowly burning again in the aftertaste. Start a new affair.

The first time was intense fire, and the second time was lingering rain. Han Feng clasped Lynch's ten fingers and whispered to him about the conversation with Yan Fuzhao just now and his future arrangements.

"Then you have to be careful..." Lin Qi snorted, raised his head and took a deep breath, Han Feng kissed his unbearably opened lips, and Han Feng said in a low and vague voice: "Don't worry, everything is in order It's within my grasp."

Lin Qi kissed him back with the tip of his tongue numb, raised his arms and wrapped them around Han Feng's neck, his whole body became numb and weak uncontrollably in the extreme joy.

After the two games, Lynch almost melted away, and his hands and feet curled up in Han Feng's arms. When Han Feng saw that he was too tired to bear it, he only went back and forth shallowly, just having a small addiction, and gossiping with him in a low voice. Lynch responded with an occasional "hmm" every now and then, as if he had fallen into a warm quagmire, tired and sleepy, and about to fall asleep.

When he was sleepy, he was woken up by Han Feng, Lin Qi's voice was hoarse, and he cried sleepily: "Hurry up..."

Han Feng kissed him carelessly, "Sleep with you, I'll be quick."

How could Lynch sleep, he grabbed Han Feng's shoulders, his long hair draped behind him was undulating like waves, he let out a sigh of relief when the heat hit, and fell back with his eyes closed, "...don't make trouble anymore I."

He was really tired, and fell asleep as soon as he fell down.

When he woke up, it was still dark, and Lynch had a headache. He had slept for another day. He raised his hand and beat his forehead, but his body was still dry. Han Feng must have washed him for him, so his back was sore. Sitting up in pain, I was still a little dizzy while sitting on the couch.

Lynch really couldn't stand Han Feng anymore. If he didn't give it, he was afraid that he would panic and run to do something stupid.

Lynch has been in poor spirits for the past two days, sometimes dozed off during the day in the Ministry of Justice, and his hands and feet were cold. He wondered if he had a little...kidney deficiency...

Lin Qi was thinking wildly, and lifted the quilt to stay on the bed. He guessed that Han Feng should not be there. The power struggle is life-and-death. It is not bad to spend a night in the cracks, so I don’t expect any "painting Emei in the morning". Thinking of this, Lynch is a little bit to himself I couldn't laugh or cry, and smiled to myself.

When Han Feng came in with hot porridge, the naked Lynch was bending over to find his trousers on the table next to the bed. The bright red candlelight shone on his jade-like body, and Han Feng gasped.

Lin Qi heard the exaggerated gasp, and looked back at Han Feng. His long hair was loose, his face was pink and lazy, and his eyes were full of waves, which easily brought back Han Feng's memories of being on the bed.

"Han Feng—" Lynch lost his voice in surprise, "Blood."

Han Feng woke up like a dream, and hurriedly covered his nose with one hand. Lin Qi stepped forward to take the food plate, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Why, why..." He couldn't ask the question behind him, shaking his head and putting the food plate away, Retracting under the quilt again, he said lowly to Han who was still wiping the tip of his nose in a hurry, "Come here."

Han Feng sniffed and went over, whispered: "The room is too dry."

Lynch looked at him silently, "Sit down."

Han Feng sat down as he said, his face was red from the blood wiped away or from shame, Lynch leaned over to pull his belt, Han Feng hurriedly grabbed his hand, "You are tired."

"Don't make noise." Lynch pushed his hand away, pulled off the jade belt around his waist, stretched his hands through the loose robe, gently pulled Han Feng's trousers, and buried his head in it.

Han Feng snorted, and clenched the bed curtain at his hand to restrain himself. The arched and moving head outline under the robe made him unable to bear to look at it. He was afraid of taking another look, so he couldn't help but force himself. He could only close his eyes and look back. look up.

Lynch didn't eat the porridge, but ate a meal of "replenishment" first, which made his tongue sore and numb. After he swallowed it, a thought flashed in his mind—this could be regarded as supplementing his body.

Han Feng's heart ached, he hugged him and fed the porridge mouthful, frowning and told him like a baby, "Be careful of the heat."

Lin Qi swallowed, and Han Feng kissed him on the cheek, "Zifei, I really don't know how to love you enough."

Lynch felt numb when he heard it, and thought it was funny when he thought of the nosebleed under his nose, he glanced lightly at his face from the corner of the eye, "Are you really talented?"

Han Feng's face became hot, and he turned around and kissed Lynch hard on the cheek.

Chaos abounded in the court, and Han Feng told the Queen Mother about Yan Fuzhao's recruiting him in a half-covered manner, without mentioning Yan Fuzhao's various hints to him throughout the whole process, and straightforwardly narrated his loyalty.

The Queen Mother didn't show any expression when she heard this, "I know, I will give you a little bit less."

"Thank you, Queen Mother." Han Feng said respectfully.

The Queen Mother glanced at him, and suddenly said, "How is Mr. Lin?"

"Fair." Han Feng didn't evade. He knew that with the eyeliner possessed by the Queen Mother, even if he deliberately distanced himself from Lynch, the Queen Mother would not know anything about his relationship with Lynch. However, blindly covering up will make the Queen Mother suspicious. It is better to be frank, and the Queen Mother will feel that he doesn't really care about Lynch.

The Empress Dowager Wang's eyes were gloomy, she seemed to be sighing and admiring, and said softly: "Colleagues who are in distress, it's better to take it to heart." She raised her eyes and looked out of the window. One piece, "People live in the world, and they can only stand if they have concerns."

"Thank you for your teaching, Queen Mother." Han Feng bowed his head.

The Queen Mother realized that she seemed to have talked a little too much, so she said some innocuous gossip in a remedial manner, and it took a while before Han Feng was dismissed.

Han Feng met Wang Xuanzhen at the gate of the palace, and he cupped his hands to say hello, but Wang Xuanzhen stopped him, "Master Han, you have a prosperous official career."

"I would also like to thank Uncle Guo for his introduction." Han Feng said politely.

Wang Xuanzhen's expression was gloomy, "You still remember back then."

"Naturally," Han Feng raised his head and looked directly at Wang Xuanzhen, "I have never forgotten what I promised."

Han Feng was dealing with the queen dowager and Yan Fuzhao, and Wang Xuanzhen was also in the bed. Yan Fuzhao was also cursing his sister viciously, and the queen mother did not hide that she was using Yan Fuzhao less and less. Handy boredom.

Wang Xuanzhen was a bit tired of dealing with it, no matter how many years passed, he was still not good at wielding power.

"Since that's the case, I'll be waiting for the good news." Wang Xuanzhen said coldly, turned and left.

The good news that Wang Xuanzhen was waiting for did not come too late.

Yan Fuzhao turned against him.

To be precise, Yan Fuzhao was 'rebelled'.

The cronies turned against the water to testify, and the mansion also copied the dragon robe seal, and a decree came down, copying and beheading the whole family, and implicating the nine clans.

Han Feng was very caring and quietly told Yan Fuzhao before the decree came down, leaving him enough time to escape...or counterattack.