Make the hero cool

Xuan Jin's eyes darkened a bit, he was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "I can assist him, he will be a good emperor."

Lu Yanqing's eyes widened: "Are you crazy? How can you rest assured that Daye's country and society will be handed over to such an unknown person."

"He's never been a bad guy."

Xuan Jin was restless and didn't want to continue this topic.

Lu Yanqing didn't notice his emotional change, and he warned seriously: "You are Daye's only hope."

Xuan Jin responded, and hastily left the sentence "There is still business to deal with" and left quickly.

Looking at Xuan Jin's back, Lu Yanqing felt mixed emotions in his heart, and finally heaved a heavy sigh.

At this moment, Liu Fengyou was helping Brother Wang kill the chicken in the kitchen, he rolled up his sleeves high, and held down the frantically struggling rooster in his hand with a solemn expression.

Brother Wang saw the right moment and cut down neatly.The chicken immediately wailed, and flew out of Liu Fengyou's hand with a flutter, and hopped around the room weakly for a few times before dying completely.

Liu Fengyou's hands were still stained with a few drops of chicken blood, he stood up with lingering fear, brought the chicken back, skillfully removed the chicken's feathers, ripped open the whole chicken, and cleaned it.

Brother Wang watched from the sidelines and said in amazement, "I didn't expect you to kill chickens."

Liu Fengyou smiled: "When I was young, there were many brothers and sisters in my family, so I did all these things."

Brother Wang was even more surprised: "Your family can still afford chicken? Then your family sent you to the palace?"

It was only then that Liu Fengyou realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and he covered it up by saying: "The family is in decline, the family is in decline."

Brother Wang accepted this reason and looked at him with a bit of pity.

Half a day later, the fragrant chicken soup came out of the pot.

Liu Fengyou sat in front of the stage all morning, waiting for this moment.Excitedly, he threw down his cattail fan, stood up, and eagerly scooped out a bowl of yellow chicken soup with oily flowers from the pot and handed it to Brother Wang who was dozing off beside him.

"Brother, try it quickly!"

Brother Wang was a little panicked: "Isn't this for the higher-ups?"

"It's okay," Liu Fengyou forcefully stuffed the bowl into his hand, "It doesn't matter if there is a little less in such a big pot."

Brother Wang hasn't touched meat for a long time. Now that such a tempting bowl of chicken soup is in front of him, how can he not make people's hearts flutter.

He glanced at Liu Fengyou with a little shyness, and then drank the chicken soup in the bowl very cherished.

Liu Fengyou felt distressed and sour, and took the empty bowl in his hand: "Brother, do you want another bowl?"

Brother Wang shook his head resolutely this time: "No, you can go and deliver it to the higher-ups."

Liu Fengyou nodded, packed the chicken soup and wrapped it in a blanket to keep it warm, before carrying it to find Xuanjin.

Xuan Jin has an injury on his shoulder, so he shouldn't be too tired, and now he is lying on the bed reading a book.

Liu Fengyou opened the door curtain and poked his head in: "Father Xiang, are you sleeping?"

Xuan Jin put down the book in his hand, looked at the head at the door: "No, please come in, Your Majesty."

Liu Fengyou smiled, with a proud arc on the corner of his mouth.

He brought the chicken soup in front of Xuan Jin: "I boiled this in the kitchen just now, the temperature is just right, Xiangfu, please drink it."

Xuan Jin's mood improved, he raised his eyebrows, but did not move: "Wei Chen has a wound on his shoulder."

"Then what should we do?" Liu Fengyou remembered that Xuan Jin couldn't raise his hand, and couldn't drink the soup by himself, "Why don't you ask Fushun to come in and serve Xiangfu?"

"No need," Xuan Jin quickly stopped her words, speaking righteously, "It's better not to let too many people know about my injury."

Liu Fengyou also agreed with this point of view, he pondered for a moment: "If Xiangfu doesn't dislike it, then let me do it?"

Xuan Jin couldn't ask for it, how could he dislike it, he pretended to be reserved: "Then please trouble Your Majesty."

Liu Fengyou smiled meekly, carefully scooped out a spoonful of chicken soup, blew on the hot air and brought it to Xuanjin's mouth.

Xuan Jin opened his mouth slightly, letting the delicious chicken soup slip into his throat, but his eyes were fixed on Liu Fengyou.

The latter was a little ashamed by him, he lowered his head slightly, and took another spoonful of chicken soup to her.

The two drank the whole bowl of chicken soup silently.

Liu Fengyou put it in an empty bowl, unnaturally: "Do you want to drink another bowl, Xiangfu?"

"No need," Xuan Jin felt the abnormal throbbing in his heart, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Liu Fengyou gave an "um", put down the empty bowl, and was about to get up, but Xuan Jin grabbed his wrist.

He looked towards Xuan Jin with a little confusion in his eyes.

Xuan Jin was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Why doesn't your majesty ask me what's next?"

Liu Fengyou couldn't help thinking of the deceit of the past few days, which made him feel a little depressed, and he said in a muffled voice: "It's fine for Xiangfu to make a decision, and you don't need to discuss it with me."

"Your Majesty is still angry?" Xuan Jin's heart sank, he didn't expect the little emperor to be so angry.

"No," Liu Fengyou replied quickly, sighing softly, "I can't help Xiangfu."

After he finished speaking, he started to clean up the bowls and chopsticks again. He didn't look like a little emperor, but a little servant.

Xuan Jin pulled him to sit down again: "Now that we have won two victories, our army's morale has been greatly improved, and now it is just right to pursue the victory."

Liu Fengyou gave him a complicated look, and after a long time of cowardice, he said: "I don't think so."

"Why?"

Xuan Jin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Although the morale is strong now, we are still the weak side in essence, and we are not enough to fight head-on with the Wenliang."

Xuan Jin nodded, he also knew this truth, in fact, he also took a bit of gambling.

"So, we'd better outsmart."

"How to outsmart?"

Liu Fengyou thought about it for a moment, and couldn't help but start thinking about beauty tricks again: "We can feign surrender."

"Surrender?" Xuan Jin frowned slightly, not quite agreeing with this method, "We are now the strong side, if we suddenly surrender, I'm afraid it will arouse the other party's suspicion."

Liu Fengyou was blessed to the heart, his eyes lit up, he clapped his hands and said: "Although we won, we took the risk and lost five hundred soldiers because of it."

"So we can first release the news that this battle frightened Emperor Daye. The emperor returned to the court, and the prime minister fell into a coma due to serious injuries. Daye's army was overwhelmed, so he went to negotiate a peace."

Xuan Jin was completely attracted by Liu Fengyou's high spirits, he smiled calmly: "Okay, Your Majesty is wise."

Liu Fengyou's proud tail was about to curl up.

"What about after the peace talks?"

This question made Liu Fengyou calm down again, he thought about it, but he didn't think of any good solution.

"Does Your Majesty know about Dorje Nacuo?" Xuan Jin obviously had already thought up a plan, and there was a bit of demeanor between his brows.

"Dojinacuo?"

Liu Fengyou shook his head, this person did not appear in the original novel.