Self-salvation [Quick Transmigration]

More than nine months is not long, it passed in a blink of an eye.

The little emperor grew up day by day, gradually understanding how to hold power and how to deal with affairs, and it was almost time for Feng Yinuo to hand over power.At the same time, there were gradually proposals in the court to expand the harem for the little emperor, and many ministers wrote letters to advise him.

Feng Ziqing is now 19 years old. In the past, there were more or less people in the harem of emperors at this time, but when it came to her, it was empty.In the eyes of those old officials at Yushitai, it was really out of place.What's more, she wanted to stuff her family's descendants into her palace with a small mind, so that she could serve the family in the future.

The little emperor hadn't taken power yet, so these documents would naturally have to be approved by Feng Yinuo.

However, Feng Yinuo didn't stop him, and simply let go, giving the right to choose to the grown wolf cub.

She was leaving soon, and at that time, she should find a remote and quiet place to spend the rest of her life, and Feng Ziqing had to walk the rest of the way by herself.

How to choose, whether to choose, what kind of choice, whether she will have her own children to inherit in the future, or choose a suitable candidate from a collateral line to train, how to deal with these people in the court, what method and attitude to use , These are Feng Ziqing's own problems.

She has no right to interfere.

Feng Yinuo was very calm about this, and towards the end, she gave Feng Ziqing little by little the rights that should belong to the little emperor in her hands, and she didn't speak much in the court hall every day except for big things.

However, today is slightly different.

A few days ago, the court’s remonstrance to expand the harem has been one after another, but the little emperor has piled up all of them as if he didn’t see them. Until now, those old guys can’t help but look at the palace. The hall held a wat board and asked the empress who was seated there.

Feng Ziqing quietly listened to Doctor Yu Shi's painstaking remonstrance, her face was calm, her eyes kept looking at the woman who stood at the head of all officials, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched the robe above her knees.

No matter how long the Yushi doctor talked, she stared at that man for a long time, without taking her eyes off, and she didn't know what she was looking forward to.The man's brows and eyes didn't move, as if he hadn't heard anything, he just quietly stood upright in the center of the hall holding the wat board, his expression was flat, as if covered with a thick layer of frost, Feng Ziqing saw it, and his heart was also shocked Go a little cold.

The censor's voice stopped, and the empress didn't speak for a moment, and the hall was filled with unspeakable silence.

After quite a while, the woman sitting in the upper position became hoarse, and slowly and softly asked the woman standing at the head of all the officials: "What does the prime minister think?"

Feng Yinuo was looking down at the pattern on the floor of the hall, and had no intention of intervening in this matter at all. At this moment, he was startled when he heard the words, and then walked out of the line unhurriedly.

"This is His Majesty's private matter, and His Majesty is free to decide. A certain class is a minister, so it is not good to interfere too much."

The woman in a scarlet robe lowered her head slightly, holding a wat board and said calmly.

All the people in the palace who intervened in this matter were all dumb and downcast.

The top is the king, the bottom is the minister, and Prime Minister Feng's words made it difficult for them to speak again, and it also solved the embarrassment of the little emperor being repeatedly forced.

"...won't you interfere too much?"

Feng Ziqing took a fixed look at her, suddenly broke into a smile, and shook his head slightly, the man below kept his eyes down and never looked at her, so naturally he never saw the cold and bleak smile on her lips.

The little emperor raised one hand to cover most of his cheeks, slightly bent his back, and suppressed the questioning in his throat.

Is it not easy to intervene, or... do not want to intervene?

【……do you like me? 】

【like. 】

If you really like it, why don't you refute these words of advice and question her at this time?

Why is it so calm, staying out of the matter like watching the fire from the other side?

"Please meet the prime minister in the study to discuss something."

Before going down to court, the empress, who had been silent all this time, paused and turned sideways to the woman who hadn't left in the hall.

Feng Yinuo frowned slightly, glanced sideways at her, pursed his lips, but didn't say anything, and followed quietly.

"I don't know what's the matter, Your Majesty?"

Feng Yinuo calmly looked at the palace servants who had withdrawn at the same time. After a while, he looked away, put the wat board in his hand into his sleeve, and asked lightly.

"What's the matter with me?"

The little emperor sneered, held the memorials presented, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked back.

"Aiqing is so smart, don't you know?"

Again.

Feng Yinuo has been really annoyed by her erratic temperament these past few months, so much so that she feels the same for those in the main plane who have opinions on her personality.

At this time, he really didn't know why the wolf cub was angry, he couldn't help frowning, and a little impatience flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know, I hope His Majesty will let you know."

She rubbed between her brows, not bothering to look at the little emperor's gloomy cheeks at this moment.

"...Shall I tell you?"

Feng Ziqing stared at her blankly, and took in all the impatience and irritability in her eyes, and her eyes turned red. She has grown up a lot and learned a lot. Get perfect.

But at this time, his eyes were still red, and he felt pain like being stabbed by a needle in his heart.

"Your Majesty said it clearly."

Feng Yinuo's expression was cold, and he did not look at her with downcast eyes.

Feng Ziqing closed his eyes, concealed those turbulent emotions, walked closer to her, stared at her, and said word by word: "I like you."

"I want to marry you as queen."

only you.

Feng Yinuo: ...

If she heard it for the first time, she might be annoyed and shocked, but at this moment, there was no wave in her heart, but she felt so calm as expected.

"impossible."

Feng Yinuo sighed softly, held his forehead with some headaches, and rejected her straight away.

"Whether your majesty marries or not, in short, this empress will definitely not be XX."

Feng Ziqing in this plane received the emperor's education since she was a child. Even though she was humiliated for several years when she was young, her thinking, three views, and upbringing were all formed in accordance with the rules of this plane.

Feng Yinuo has the memories she has and doesn't have, and she can clearly understand what kind of person she should be at this point in time.

It is absolutely impossible for her to go to the harem and become a vassal of anyone, even if this person is herself.

She also remembers her original self at this point in time, when her yearning for kingship and desire for control reached its peak.She has never had a love mind, and it is impossible for her to abandon the throne that she has endured for many years and dreamed of for such a little intimacy and trust.

"A certain color is dull, lacking in talent and learning, and not understanding elegance. If you want to marry a wife, your majesty should think twice..."

"I've already thought about it!"

Feng Ziqing's eyes were scarlet red, his eyes were blurred, he couldn't help taking a step forward, he raised his fingertips halfway, but he froze in the air and didn't dare to stretch forward.

She tilted her head slightly, endured the soreness at the tip of her nose and the bitterness between her lips and teeth, gradually calmed down the breath in her chest, and softened her voice.

"I... I really like you, I am willing to marry you as my queen, and I will not touch anyone else in the future..."

You said you liked me too.

The little wolf cub's eyes were wet, and he looked at her expectantly.

"I don't want to."

Feng Yinuo looked at her, unmoved, and refused again.

The emperor was arrogant and suspicious, and he was already dissatisfied with her taking power.

What should I think if I fell asleep together in the future and found the human leather mask on her face?

In this world, there is actually a person with the same appearance as her, so what should she do?

If Feng Ziqing admits that Feng Yinuo is herself, then what?

Then what to do?

Feng Ziqing is becoming an emperor, not playing house games or love scripts. She has too many things to consider, and she is not the only one with eyes everywhere in the palace.How many people are staring at the position under her ass?

When interests conflict, even if Feng Yinuo is on the opposite side of her, she still hopes that she can maintain [-]% vigilance and suspicion, instead of being controlled by emotions and trusting her.

"Your Majesty is tired. I won't be teaching today. Let's rest more."

Seeing that she was still opening her mouth, Feng Yinuo interrupted her and said calmly.

Then he turned around and left without hesitation or nostalgia.

There seemed to be the sound of a vessel breaking behind him, Feng Yinuo listened quietly, lowered his eyes silently, and ignored it.

Soon, it's time to go.

Feng Yinuo thinks that she has a bad temper, but she can bear it sometimes.

But then, within ten days, this little wolf cub jumped on her nerves again and again, completely enraged her.

He was demoted to the censor, not going to the early court, ignoring the government affairs, having fun all day long, and even recruiting opera singers to perform in the palace.

Not reading the memorial, ignoring the persuasion, is completely decadent.

Snapped.

Feng Yinuo knew that she might feel uncomfortable, so he let her go for five days, and on the seventh day, he held back his anger and tried to persuade her.

The little emperor casually dismissed her, and drank a glass of warm wine in the hands of the palace servants.

"I am the king, and you are the minister, what do I still use the prime minister to say?"

Feng Yinuo was dumbfounded when he looked at her.

until the tenth day.

Feng Yinuo threw down the wat board casually, rebuked the palace servants who were blocking him, and walked straight to the woman lying on the soft bed, under the terrified gazes of the crowd, hugged the person on the couch by the waist, and went to Walked in the hall.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister..."

"roll!"

The crimson robe on the woman's body was still on, when she heard the exclamation of the servant behind her, she turned her eyes and scolded in a cold voice.

As for the empress who was picked up by her, she narrowed her eyes at this moment, glanced coldly at the people behind her, and waved her hand slightly to make them retreat.

"Isn't the prime minister the most polite? Why does he look like this now?"

Looking at the woman's frosty eyebrows, Feng Ziqing hugged her neck with a smile on his lips, and whispered in her ear, with a bit of complacency.

Feng Yinuo ignored her, carried her directly into the hall, and threw her on the bed.

"Prime Minister..."

Snapped!

Feng Ziqing suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at her blankly.

Soon there was a bright red palm print on the snow-white cheek.

And the woman who slapped her hard was holding her skirt tightly and lifted her up abruptly.He suddenly bent his eyes, loosened his fingertips, and looked down at the tear-filled little emperor condescendingly, and asked with a smile:

"Do you want it from the front, or from the back?"

Prime Minister Feng bent down slightly, pinched the empress's neck and asked with a soft smile, raised his hand and lowered the curtain.

Feng Ziqing stared at her blankly, and she didn't react until the skirt of her clothes was unbuttoned, the hair crown was thrown down, and the black hair fell loose.

The empress looked at her with tears in her eyes, but didn't answer, but put her arms around her neck, taking the initiative to please her.

Feng Yinuo didn't understand her.

Feng Ziqing didn't understand Feng Yinuo either.

The little emperor had a dream not long ago, and there were many fragments in the dream.

In the dream, there were many women with the same appearance as her, and they all experienced things of the same nature as her.

How desperate, unable to resist, suffering all kinds of humiliation, gradually... even she began to dislike herself.

Pale and dull, dead and numb.

This kind of day continued until a person appeared.

All 'shes' met a woman.

Feng Ziqing couldn't see the man's face clearly, but recognized the man's aura.

...is her Prime Minister Feng.

Gentle and considerate, meticulous, pampering...

Even if it is their courtship, women are not willing to refuse and reprimand.

Every time Feng Ziqing looked at it, the jealousy in his heart burned more intensely, unwilling and aggrieved.

She wanted to ask Feng Yinuo why she was the only one being treated like this, and why she didn't only like herself?

After saving her, why... can't give her that kind of love alone?

She couldn't ask, but the words on the side of her tongue seemed to be imprisoned and unable to utter.

She often dreams of the favors that "her" gets, but she is empty-handed about the cold reception she gets in reality.

Resentment abounds.

After a long time, Feng Ziqing had another dream.

In the dream, there was no sign of Feng Yinuo, she was still struggling under Mo Manyun's hands, being humiliated every day, wishing to die every second.

The previous ambitions have been exhausted day by day, and the palace is full of Mo Manyun's people.

She would rather die than live, but she cannot die.

This is like a day-to-day exhaustion, without the desire to live, without the ambition of youth, and indifferent to everything.

She looked at the blooming roses in the yard, but she just wanted to secretly take one off and cut her wrist with the thorns on it.

She looked at the clouds in the sky, but thinking of herself who was imprisoned like a pet, she just wanted to drag down the floating clouds and accompany her to fall.

She looked at the laughing palace servants in the palace, and saw that there was still a little yearning for life on their faces, but what filled her heart was the urge and disgust to destroy these things called 'happiness'.

She is crazy.

Not only herself, everyone said so.

Fortunately, these painful days will be over one day after all.

It's a woman...

Holding a sharp long sword, he walked into the palace step by step, and chopped the beast alive piece by piece in front of her.

For the first time, the first time in several years, Feng Ziqing looked at it and laughed, looking crazy, and burst into tears.

The woman looked at her when she heard the sound, and met her eyes.

It is the tie in the soul, which is tacit without saying anything.

Feng Ziqing closed her eyes, with a smile on her lips.

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were cold, her expression was violent, and she swung her sword down, giving her the relief she was most looking forward to.

At dawn, after waking up from the dream, the empress opened her eyes, but she couldn't remember the woman's face anymore.

But she knew who this man was.

It's her Prime Minister Feng.

The bed curtain trembled slightly, having a good night's sleep.

On the second day, the empress who had disappeared for several days finally appeared in the court hall, but there was an extra soft pillow on the dragon chair.

All the ministers breathed a sigh of relief silently, and no longer mentioned the matter of succession.

The next few days were peaceful.

Soon after, the one-year period came.

The little emperor waited until the afternoon, and he was in a good mood to meet the prime minister who was very gentle towards her now.

"Eat, I can't eat anymore."

The little emperor pushed the pastry carefully made by the imperial chef to Feng Yinuo, and raised his chin.

"Don't waste it."

She made this specially for Feng Yinuo!

The little emperor happily waited for the prime minister to praise her after eating.

However, Prime Minister Feng glanced at the pastry on the plate at this time, but did not touch it, and only gave him a Chinese book in his pocket.

"what is this?"

Feng Ziqing propped his head up to look at her, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and asked a casual question.

"Resignation."

The woman returned her lightly.

"……what?"

The smile froze on the corners of her lips, and she held the fingertips of the document for a while, she lowered her eyes and glanced at it, it was indeed a letter of resignation.

"I don't allow it!"

The empress tore up the document and stared at her with scarlet eyes.

"Is it really not allowed?"

Feng Yinuo frowned slightly.

"really!"

Feng Ziqing was decisive.

Feng Yinuo lowered her eyes, sighed helplessly, and stopped arguing.

A few days later, when he rested, Prime Minister Feng rode his horse in the field. The horse went crazy, didn't fall very much, and was trampled to death by him.

Not far from the outskirts of the capital, an ordinary-looking woman was riding a horse and wearing civilian clothes, and was walking towards the distance at a leisurely pace.

Of all the officials in the capital, there are naturally hidden corrupt and sinister people.

There is no shortage of Momanyun's old acquaintances.

The accumulation of these people will only pose a threat to Feng Ziqing.

This time, Prime Minister Feng died under the horse, if a thorough investigation was conducted, these people would be caught, and the moths in the capital would be pulled out one by one and killed.

This was Feng Yinuo's plan that took nearly a year to give these pests a chance to be wiped out.

It is the last gift for this child.

The capital city was closed, and the city was in a panic. The woman was stationed in the distance, looking back into the distance, as if she saw the empress inside.

The career of an emperor does not need to be tied down.

Prosperity, peace and supreme power are bestowed on you.

May you be well.

The author has something to say: don’t hit me (top the lid of the pot) this plane is not over yet

感谢在2021-02-2722:05:00~2021-03-0200:33:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 persimmon sheep; 1 NaeLvy, Eat Tangma;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：名字随便取50瓶；才不是吃货、东方10瓶；年少秃头8瓶；拾叁居士、祈珂、聆弋柒5瓶；民政局、北顾青衫1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!