Make the hero cool

Seeing this, Liu Fengyou didn't care whether the little prince in the original book was called by this name, he nodded, and said in a very doggy way: "Father Xiang has a good eye, I like this very much."

Xuan Jin still kept smiling, he slowly put down the note in his hand, and slowly approached Liu Fengyou.

Liu Fengyou didn't dare to dodge, for fear that his small actions would cause Xuan Jin's dissatisfaction, so he could only straighten his stiff back.

Xuan Jin's nose was straight, and the tip of his nose was no more than a finger away from Liu Fengyou's cheek. He sniffed, as if he was smelling Liu Fengyou's body, and then looked at Liu Fengyou carefully. Spit out a sentence: "Your Majesty seems to be different from before."

A layer of white sweat appeared on Liu Fengyou's back. He slightly shrugged his shoulders, tried hard to control his facial muscles, and said with a dry smile, "Really, maybe I've grown up."

After saying this, he almost wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself, what kind of excuse is this.

Xuan Jin didn't pursue too much, he withdrew his body and cupped his hands slightly: "If Your Majesty has nothing else to do, I will step back first."

Liu Fengyou nodded hastily, watched the ancestor leave, and then heaved a sigh of relief and slumped on the chair.

Xuan Jin walked out of the palace gate, her eyes were circled, there was no smile on her face, and she said calmly: "Bi Fang, come out."

Strange to say, as soon as he finished speaking, a tall man with a cold face in Tsing Yi appeared out of thin air on the originally empty street.

The man saluted Xuan Jin and said respectfully, "Master Xiang, what are your orders?"

Xuan Jin turned sideways slightly, and looked at the majestic palace wall behind him: "Go and stare at the little emperor to see who he is."

The man called "Bi Fang" nodded and disappeared into the crowd again.

Xuan Jin withdrew his gaze, then got on the horse, and raised his eyes loudly: "Let's go, go back to the house."

Liu Fengyou still didn't know that he had become the prey of Xuan Jin's surveillance, he was happily chatting with 009.

"Brother Tongzi, look at how I'm doing. The male lead must be pleased by me this time. Quickly see if his coolness value has increased!"

[I think it's enough, the hero obviously doesn't appreciate your affection. 】

While pouring cold water on Liu Fengyou, 009 neatly called up the male protagonist's refreshing value data.

Liu Fengyou took a closer look, and almost passed out with a blind eye. He stuttered and questioned the authenticity of the system: "Why didn't his refreshing value go up but went down? Could it be that you have a bug?"

[How is it possible, you are the one who upset him. 】

009 angrily put away the cool value of the male lead.

Liu Fengyou let out a long sigh, sat back on the chair slumped, and began to miss his past life as a social animal.

The days in the palace are long and boring, even Liu Fengyou who has three thousand beauties in the harem still dare not act rashly because of the problem of the male lead.

He was also a puppet emperor, and his life was really meaningless, so he had the idea of ​​leaving the palace.

He first mentioned this idea to 009, and got some useless advice from 009.Randomly he found the little eunuch Fushun again.

"Little Fuzi, do you know where I can leave the palace?"

Liu Fengyou looked at Fushun expectantly.

Fushun patted his chest, his eyes sparkled with confidence: "Your Majesty is asking the right person, this servant just knows a place."

Liu Fengyou nodded happily, and his eyes were shining: "Where is it?"

But when he followed Fushun and stood in front of the dog hole in the Imperial Garden, the light in his eyes went out. He suppressed his anger and patted the good robe on his body: "I'm a majestic emperor, so you let me drill the dog!" Hole?"

Fushun shrank his neck from being yelled at by him, and kindly reminded: "But the prime minister won't let you leave the palace, you can't go out through all the gates of the palace."

Angrily, Liu Fengyou understood a truth: if he wants to get out of the palace, he has to go through a dog's hole.

Well, a man can bend and stretch. In ancient times, there was Yanzi envoy to Chu, and now there is Liu Fengyou who comes out of the palace.

He ducked out of the dog's hole with his waist bent, and when he straightened up, he saw Fushun pushing his butt out desperately.

It was only then that Liu Fengyou realized that he had never been suspicious of Fushun.

In the original book, Xuan Jin replaced all the people serving him with his own eyeliner in order to keep abreast of the little emperor's movements. Although the original author did not describe in detail who the eyeliner Xuan Jin placed next to the little emperor was, he did say Each of these eyeliners is alert and alert, and they are very reliable people.

And looking at Fushun who can make himself ashamed by drilling a dog hole, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like a smart and vigilant person.

Liu Fengyou withdrew his gaze, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, threw it to Fushun to wipe his face, and walked away by himself: "Let's go."

He has been in this world for so many days, but he hasn't had the chance to experience the local customs here. He looked at the surrounding buildings excitedly, and even the cries of vendors could attract his attention.

After walking half a street with great interest and buying a lot of things, Liu Fengyou suddenly felt something was wrong.

He especially remembered that Daye's country in the original book was barren, the society was corrupt, and the people were in dire straits. It was completely different from the thriving and prosperous scene in front of him.

Could it be that he has changed Daye's national destiny without doing anything?

Liu Fengyou closed the folding fan with a "snap", turned to Fushun and asked, "Is our Daye so prosperous?"

Fushun nodded, shook his head again, and finally replied under Liu Fengyou's urging eyes: "No, some places are prosperous, and some places are not."

Although Fushun was a little incoherent, Liu Fengyou still understood what he meant, it was nothing more than the smell of rich wine and meat, and the road was frozen to death.

As a man, he didn't feel anything when he was living in a peaceful and prosperous world, but once he arrived in such a devastated country, he felt a sense of compassion.

"Then do you know where it is less prosperous?"

Fushun was born in hardship, so he naturally knew it, but he understood Liu Fengyou's special status better, so he refused to tell Liu Fengyou anything.

Seeing that he was deeply poisoned by feudal ideology, Liu Fengyou asked him earnestly: "Fushun, let me ask you, whose country do you think this country is?"

Fushun replied humbly, "It belongs to Your Majesty."

He knew that Fushun would answer like this, so he continued to ask: "Then you said that if this country has no subjects, is the emperor still the emperor?"

This question was obviously too deep for Fushun who didn't know a single word. He lowered his head and said nothing, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"Without subjects, naturally there would be no monarch. If you insist that there is a monarch, you are deceiving yourself and others, right?"

Liu Fengyou didn't embarrass him, but slowly said the answer for him.

Fushun nodded yes.

Liu Fengyou smiled slightly, feeling much relieved, and spread out the folding fan in his hand: "Let's go, as a monarch, I should love the people like my sons, but now my people are in dire straits, how can you not even let me take a look at them?"