Hey!How dare you take me as a substitute

Feng Qi was shocked.

He couldn't figure out where on earth he was showing off his feet, so that the little emperor could discover the rebellious thoughts hidden in him.

But he dared to raise his head and assure that those thoughts of his just crossed his mind by chance, and he definitely didn't mean to plan in depth!Absolutely not!

But even so, the little emperor still found out.

Tsk, what a suspicious little emperor.

Feng Qi silently lowered his eyes, staring at Heng Mingshi's bright yellow golden dragon robe.

But... ten miles of red makeup, to marry Heng Mingshi...

Originally, there was only a little bit of small thought, but it suddenly became much bigger.

Although Feng Qi is not sure what kind of feelings he has for the little emperor in front of him, he is not even sure whether it is Xinyue, but at least one thing is certain, that is... want to get it!

The little emperor has flaws everywhere in his body and temperament, not to mention similar to the image of the partner Feng Qi had been looking forward to since he was a child, it has nothing to do with it.

Before meeting Heng Mingshi, Feng Qi was actually the most disgusted by those who only use hidden weapons to cause trouble, and dare not fight with real guns and swords.

He is vicious and cunning, he speaks honey and has a sword in his belly, his appearance is inconsistent, and his smile hides a knife...

Heng Mingshi almost touched all the minefields of Feng Qi, even their first intimate encounter was just a mistake caused by someone's mistake.

Yes, Feng Qi has already found out that after he came out of Qitian Tower that day, he felt unwell, in fact, it was because the little emperor had put medicine in the tea.

After Feng Qi felt that something was wrong with his body, he had already guessed some symptoms, worried that something might happen to Leng Fanqing, so he hurried back, but he didn't expect to lose his sanity completely halfway, and waited until he woke up the next day. It was discovered that things had become irreparable.

The little emperor brought that kind of medicine to the Qitian Tower of the National Teacher, obviously with ulterior motives, but he didn't expect that the wrong medicine was given and the wrong person was used.

Knowing that the little emperor deserved it, Feng Qi suppressed his anger, pretended to be terrified, and begged the other party to die.

After all, he is not alone, there is an entire Feng family behind him.

He knew very well what he had done that was outrageous and outrageous, even though it was not what he wanted, and even though the little emperor himself made this shit, but the king wanted his ministers to die, and the ministers had to die.

If his life can be exchanged for the entire Feng family, Feng Qi thinks it is a good deal.

At that time, he was really ready to meet the little emperor's anger, and then he was ready to accept the crime and die.

Unexpectedly, the little emperor actually endured it.

Is it because he knows that it is his own fault in the final analysis, or is it because he is just a puppet emperor?

Or, both?

Feng Qi didn't understand until he saw the little emperor speaking for Feng Shou cryptically in the court hall.

Perhaps, the former two are neither, the little emperor, because he noticed that Empress Dowager An began to fear the military power of the Feng family and tried to suppress the separation of powers, so the little emperor wanted to "pick up leaks" from it, and wanted to persuade the Feng family to join him The coup d'état camp went.

And the next few actions of the little emperor also clearly confirmed Feng Qi's guess.

Feng Qi didn't know what kind of rift there was between the little emperor and Empress Dowager An, and why they had to fight against each other even though they were mother and son.

It is said that there is no father and son in the Tian family, let alone brothers, but they never expected that even the relationship between mother and child cannot be intimate.

Old General Feng and his wife were childhood sweethearts, a young couple, they loved each other, and they hadn't blushed a few times in most of their lives.To teach the sons, it is one who sings the bad face and the other sings the red face, strictness and rewards and punishments coexist, although sometimes strict, but it is also for the sake of the children.

Therefore, it is difficult for Feng Qi to understand the relationship of the royal blood, where relatives are like enemies.

In fact, before he came into contact with the little emperor, Feng Qi was very disgusted with these royal families who integrated blood and political power.

A family that can't even rely on their relatives, dare not rely on, can't trust, dare not trust, a family that must exhaust all organs to survive, a family that has seen all the darkness of the palace since childhood, and seen too many conspiracies and tricks... ...Do people who grow up in such an environment really have a heart?Do you really understand love?

Even the concubines in the harem are the weight of power and politics.

The princes and princesses who were born are the seedlings of another round of power changes.

Reciprocating reincarnation until the fall of this dynasty.

Feng Qi has seen through this since a long time ago.

Therefore, since a long time ago, I have hated the royal family.

Of course, he knew very well how much disaster he would bring to the Feng family if he spoke out, and how much trouble it would bring to his father who had been loyal to the monarch all his life.

Therefore, he just kept these thoughts in his heart, locked them in a corner, and never dared to let them out to wreak havoc.

But it is an indisputable fact that he hates the current imperial family and this extremely hypocritical court from the bottom of his heart.

Even until now, the thoughts hidden in Feng Qi's heart have not changed.

The only thing that changed was that there was a person who almost condensed all the disgusting things in his heart, forcibly entered his sight and squeezed into his life in that indescribable way.

The scene of pressing the current emperor under his body made his blood boil uncontrollably.

Feng Qi admits that his thoughts are dangerous, but he just can't control it.

So, again and again.

And the little emperor actually tolerated his exacerbation.

Of course, Feng Qi also had expectations for Heng Mingshi—maybe, the little emperor has intentions, and he should be interested in himself.

However, this little emperor was too tolerant of dormancy. Under the eyes of such a powerful and fierce Empress Dowager An, he could pretend to be a fool for so many years.

How can the little emperor with such a heart believe that those accommodating and being patient are not a way for the other party to win over the Feng family?

But even so, Feng Qi still couldn't help approaching such a little emperor.

It's almost like being poisoned.

But now...

The little emperor didn't know why, but he actually opened up those careful thoughts that he had hidden deep in his heart, and asked him in front of him.

What kind of thoughts are hidden under this seemingly friendly smile?

"What are you doing with your eyes down? Don't dare to look at me?" The little emperor's voice came, bringing back Feng Qi's momentary loss of focus.

"If the emperor doesn't believe it, then I can only use this to prove my loyalty to the emperor!" Feng Qi said while holding his five fingers into claws.

However, before he could grab his hand hard towards his heart, he felt a sudden tingling pain in his wrist, and then he lost all feeling in his entire arm.

Not only this hand, but even the other unmoved hand suffered the same treatment.

"Feng Aiqing wants to imitate Bigan and cut his heart? I have seen this routine of showing loyalty in many ancient sham novels. Do you think I will give you this chance?"

Feng Qi:? ? ?

Heng Mingshi: "It means, if you don't do this, I don't want your heart."

After a pause, Heng Mingshi twitched the corner of his mouth, and smiled meaningfully: "I, the one who wants you."

Feng Qi: "..."

After Heng Mingshi finished speaking, he realized that his words seemed a little ambiguous, and quickly corrected him: "I want you to be my man."

Feng Qi: "..."

Heng Mingshi: "What I mean is! Can Feng Aiqing think clearly about the things that Feng Aiqing was asked to consider before? Should I continue to let the Queen Mother deprive you of your power little by little, and be willing to become abandoned children, or... Get on my boat and gamble with me on a future?"

Heng Mingshi stretched out his hand towards Feng Qi again.

At the moment when he had just questioned Feng Qi's loyalty, and Feng Qi was trying hard to prove his loyalty, Heng Mingshi stretched out his hand to Feng Qi.

This time, Feng Qi had no possibility of hesitation.

Just now, he wanted to confess his heart to death, but now Heng Mingshi asked him if he wanted to fight against the Queen Mother together, and he hesitated again. Isn't that a slap in the face?

Now, Feng Qi finally understood Heng Mingshi's original intention of making this move.

Insidious and cunning little emperor!

Feng Qi wanted to put his hand on Heng Mingshi's, but unfortunately, his shoulder moved, and he remembered that both hands lost consciousness because of the hidden needle that Heng Mingshi popped out.

Feng Qi raised his head and looked at Heng Mingshi, wanting to signal that he couldn't move, but saw that the other party showed a look of fun, and said deliberately: "Feng Aiqing, are you unwilling? You just said that you are right I am loyal, why are you hesitating now?"

"Your Majesty, the minister's hand..."

Heng Mingshi pretended to be puzzled: "Huh? What's wrong with your hand?"

What else does Feng Qi not understand now?

Heng Mingshi did it on purpose!

At this time, Heng Mingshi urged him: "Feng Aiqing, my patience is limited, and giving you opportunities over and over again does not mean that I will always give you opportunities."

After all, Heng Mingshi was about to take his hand back.

Feng Qi watched the white and slender hand slowly retract, and impatiently moved his head forward, resting his chin on Heng Mingshi's hand.

After doing this subconsciously, Feng Qi felt that this seemed inappropriate, and when he wanted to move his chin out of Heng Mingshi's palm, Heng Mingshi's fingertips scratched his Adam's apple.

"Huh? Is Feng Aiqing acting like a baby?" Heng Mingshi asked happily.

Feng Qi: "..."

Heng Mingshi: "Tsk tsk tsk, there is really no way to take Feng Aiqing. Since Feng Aiqing has acted like a baby with me, then I can only reluctantly do what I can. Let me give you another chance."

After Heng Mingshi finished speaking, he took off the needle that was stuck in Feng Qi's hand.

Only then did Feng Qi's arm gradually regain consciousness.

Then, Feng Qi took Heng Mingshi's hand in both hands, continued to maintain the posture of kneeling on the ground, and said with a serious expression: "Feng Qi swears to follow the emperor to the death, long live my emperor!"

"Aiqing is flat." Heng Mingshi supported Feng Qi's elbow, and said: "If you win Ahhe as a fierce general, why worry about a major failure? Why worry about disasters in the country? Why worry about the decline of Yuanguo?"

Feng Qi didn't expect Heng Mingshi to be able to praise himself so much, no matter how true or false his words were, he couldn't help but blush.

In fact, even though the little emperor has countless flaws, this appearance and this voice are really a gift from God.