Make the hero cool

Liu Fengyou had never seen Xuan Jin look so helpless, logically speaking he should have laughed happily when he saw the male protagonist being so deflated, but now he was in a heavy heart, and he didn't even have the strength to move the corners of his mouth.

"Your Majesty," Xuan Jin pressed the brocade box containing the Zen Edict against Liu Fengyou's palm with his backhand, his tone was dry, "I have never betrayed my heart."

"I never doubted you," Liu Fengyou raised his head imposingly, and put the brocade box into Xuan Jin's hand, "I just think that this Jiangshan Sheji might be better in your hands."

Xuan Jin watched him look serious, it didn't look like he was joking, nor did he seem forced.

So, he also became serious: "Your Majesty really thinks so?"

Liu Fengyou heard his tone loosen, nodded and said: "I have never said a word of falsehood."

Xuan Jin has never been so frank with others since he grew up. Liu Fengyou's fiery sincerity has all turned into a wounded brocade box, which burns him at a loss.

"Rong Weichen think again."

However, Xuan Jin still put the imperial edict on the table, and he turned around to leave, with a feeling of loneliness mixed with his back.

Liu Fengyou sighed softly, seeing Xuan Jin's back completely disappeared in the thick night, then he slumped on the chair and said to himself: "Did I really do it right..."

That night, the little emperor was overly worried and felt the wind and cold. The next morning, he felt a headache and his brain swollen, so that was the morning of the day.

This is the first time since Liu Fengyou became the emperor because of illness, he resigned from the court, which made him a little bit guilty.

But soon, Xuan Jin's arrival made his guilt disappear.

The latter was still wearing the clothes of a first-rank official, but his face was haggard, and there were many stubbles on his chin.

Liu Fengyou was taken aback by the male lead's listless look, he couldn't care less about guilt, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with Xiangfu?"

Xuan Jin didn't have a good night either. He had an urgent discussion with Zhao Ji's own staff all night because of the Zen Edict, but he still didn't get a desired result.

He especially remembered that the generals headed by Lu Yanqing were filled with righteous indignation, and they almost forced the palace behind his back.

He avoided answering Liu Fengyou's question and asked instead: "I heard that His Majesty has caught a cold, is it better now?"

Liu Fengyou sniffed his nose, and was still holding a Mrs. Tang in his hand who was extremely inconsistent with the scorching sun outside. He shook his head: "It's okay, it's just a minor illness."

"Small illnesses should not be taken lightly." Xuan Jin sat on the edge of Liu Fengyou's bed comfortably, touched his forehead, "Have you taken your medicine yet, Your Majesty?"

"already eaten."

Liu Fengyou curled his lips, he was given a big bowl of bitter medicine by Fushun early in the morning.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Xuan Jin's voice became smaller and smaller, and his eyes began to lose focus.

Liu Fengyou saw that he was distracted, so he naturally knew that he was also distracted by the matter of the throne.

As a traverser who has an insight into the overall situation, he naturally knows that he can't go against the hero's golden finger. Besides, in getting along these days, he also knows that Xuan Jin is not the hero in the book who only conquers women and uses violence. , but a man in power who is flesh and blood, brave and resourceful.

So he was also relieved to hand over Daye's country to Xuan Jin's hands.

"Now that the imperial majesty has been swept away, and everyone in the world regards the prime minister as the savior of the world, can the father of the prime minister find it hard to bear to make the world sad?"

Liu Fengyou spoke without warning, pulling Xuan Jin back to reality.

Xuan Jin frowned slightly, and patted the back of Liu Fengyou's hand: "Let's talk about this matter after His Majesty is well."

Liu Fengyou was extremely firm, he grabbed Xuan Jin's sleeve: "No need, I'm fine now."

Xuan Jin had never seen Liu Fengyou so resolute, which made him a little at a loss.

Then, something happened that made him even more at a loss. Liu Fengyou clapped his hands, and a few people suddenly walked out from behind the originally silent screen.

These few people are not others, they are officially Xuan Jin's most trustworthy aides.

Xuan Jin secretly sighed that he was so distracted that he couldn't even notice that these people had been hiding in the room.

Lu Yanqing stood at the very head, holding a bright yellow dragon robe in his hands, with obvious intentions.

Xuan Jin stood up suddenly, with a surprised expression, and then a sullen expression appeared on his brows and eyes. It was the first time he was manipulated by someone like this.

Liu Fengyou got down from the couch, and put the dragon robe prepared for Xuan Jin on his shoulders with his bare feet.

"Heaven sends a great responsibility to the people."

The little emperor raised his head slightly, and the infinite melancholy in his heart finally vanished when he saw Xuan Jin's complicated eyes.

Xuan Jin sighed softly, took the dragon robe from Liu Fengyou's hand, and accepted the result, he lowered his body and hugged Liu Fengyou to the couch, put on his shoes and socks for him, raised his eyes to look at him, with mixed feelings in his heart , but because there are others here, it is not convenient for him to continue to move.

Liu Fengyou rubbed the center of his brows, sent Xuan Jin and the others away, he put on his clothes, and said softly: "Fushun, go invite the Grand Tutor."

It was already past noon when Wang Taifu came, and the entire palace was soaked in hot-spicy sunlight.

Liu Fengyou specially asked Fushun to prepare a bowl of herbal tea for Wang Taifu, and he himself greeted and waited in front of the door.

Wang Taifu seemed to have noticed the change in the wind in the court these days, and seeing Liu Fengyou's unusual summons, he already had some definite plans in his heart.

Liu Fengyou saw Wang Taifu staggering here in the scorching sun, naturally he couldn't bear it, he invited Wang Taifu into the house.

"Teacher, you drink tea."

Wang Taifu took a sip of herbal tea, and cut straight to the point: "Why did Your Majesty announce the veteran's arrival this time?"

Such a simple and straightforward question was so sharp to Liu Fengyou, his mouth was dry, and he answered with difficulty: "Teacher, I am preparing for the Zen position."

Wang Taifu's muddy pupils shook violently, he stood up tremblingly and bowed down, two lines of muddy tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes: "Your Majesty, absolutely not!"

Liu Fengyou was afraid that he would be out of breath, so he quickly helped him up, and said earnestly, "Do you remember the family name of the previous emperor?"

Wang Taifu was slightly taken aback, and said: "The previous dynasty belonged to the Chen family."

"No," Liu Fengyou shook his head, ready to pour out all the arguments he had been thinking about for a few days, "This country is not anyone's private property, but it is shared by the world."

Apparently, Wang Taifu was incapable of accepting Liu Fengyou's advanced thought system, so he smeared his face and retorted: "Absurd! How could Your Majesty say such absurd remarks?"

"Calm down, Taifu." Liu Fengyou personally put on a cup of hot tea for Wang Taifu. "This world is divided for a long time, and for a long time, it must be divided. Looking at the history of thousands of years, which dynasty didn't die in a few hundred years? Instead of letting the common people We are living in dire straits and let me, Liu Jia, linger on, it is better to give up the throne to someone who can truly benefit the people."