Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

"What are you doing! How dare you disrespect Lord Hou!" Behind him, Lu Yi shouted at Ji with rounded eyes.

And he was also taken aback by this sudden movement, his eyes turned cold, and he said, "Let go."

The man in front of him tried to wear down his patience over and over again, now, it's time to warn him with a cold face.

He clenched his hands with great difficulty, trying to break free from the wrist that was pinned to death by Ji.

As soon as Ji loosened his wrist, he froze for a moment, with embarrassment and embarrassment in his eyes.

"Master Hou forgot about Hengchen." Ji squinted his eyes, and handed Hengchen over, his sharp eyes never diminished, and wrote, "From today on, I hope Lord Hou will always be by your side and never leave."

What Ji said didn't sound like he was discussing with him, but an order and promise.

He slowly withdrew his hand when he heard the words, the expression on his face did not change, but his heart was already touched.

"You don't have the right to talk to this Marquis like this." Ji's tone was very similar to that of Zhou Hui Wang Qi Xin, which made him feel unhappy, "Sure enough, there are all kinds of slaves like there are masters."

His eyes turned from chaos to clarity, and there was a flash of resentment in front of his eyes, and the remaining anger was hard to calm down.

He bullied himself around the person in front of him, turned to Lu Yi who was still in astonishment, and said, "Go down the mountain. There is no need to stop any longer."

After finishing speaking, he went straight to the stone path where he came from without looking back, and he didn't even hear what Lu Yi said at the end.

Ji Chu stayed where he was, agitated.

Respect, take power.

Ji probably forgot that Feng Yanghou, who is in a position of superior power, deeply hates those in power who are above him.

I have seen that kind of scene where everyone prostrates on the ground and lowers their eyebrows, and I am used to the way that everyone should be at their disposal.

He was still too demanding on him.

Ji Yuan looked at the man who was getting further and further away, for a long while, his eyes did not move.

When the cool wind hit his face, Ji Yi stepped up to the mountain gate.

After three days, Fengyanghou's mansion was safe and sound, but the Qinzheng Palace was in chaos.

"Your Majesty, the ministers have been kneeling outside the hall for half an hour." Eunuch Zhang, who was standing under His Majesty Dan, called softly to the man on the throne, and then said after a while, "The Prime Minister Zuo is also waiting outside, saying yes Your Majesty will not leave until you give an explanation."

The courtiers outside the palace who were reluctant to leave for a long time were not fuel-efficient lamps.They suffered a loss in Chaohe Painting Boat, and they couldn't find the owner, so they rushed to Qinzheng Palace to show the king's face.

But how can the king be a soft persimmon that can be manipulated by others?After one or two rounds, all the courtiers were blasted outside the Palace of Qinzheng.If you want him to say, it's fine to blow him out, but in the end, the left minister came to intervene again, saying that his only son Liu Yu was terribly frightened after this incident, and he was in a daze all day long, clamoring to run away from home .

It's really a wave of upheaval.

Eunuch Zhang inadvertently lowered his head to wipe the thin sweat from his temples, and bowed his head to ask King Zhou Hui for instructions.

Qi Xin leaned over, and after listening to it, he just tapped on the armrest of the glass dragon chair, but the staring gaze was majestic and terrifying.

"Leave them alone. They can kneel as long as they want." After speaking, Qi Xin stood up and stepped down from His Majesty Dan, not allowing Eunuch Zhang to follow, and walked out of the Hall of Qinzheng through the side door.

Eunuch Zhang's eyes froze, and he bowed his hands, "The servant obeys the order."

Eunuch Zhang looked up from a distance, watching Wang Shangyuan go.

At the hour of Hai, the night is getting dark.Those old men who were stubborn and scrambled for fame and fortune returned to their mansions in dismay after their denunciations failed.

Qi Xin stood at the innermost part of the Mingguang Hall, opened a window, and dismissed all the eunuchs and maidservants accompanying him.

At this moment, apart from Qi Xin, only the slight sound of footsteps walking in the darkness can be heard in Mingguang Hall.

The man with Rakshasa ghost face stood in front of Qi Xin, frowning, a lingering chill and desolation appeared all over his body.

Ji's mood is not very good, and he can feel it even from a distance of several feet.

Ji looked at the monarch in front of him, who had an elusive face and a crown that trampled on life and death.

The sound of footsteps approaching, Qi Xin closed his eyes.

Another moment, Ji suddenly turned around and stood in front of the window lattice with his hands behind his back. There was no knife tied around his waist, but a long sword was hanging instead.

"How does it feel to be a king?"

Ji stood in the mottled tree shadow cast by the moonlight, the smoke was dazzling, and the whole person was shrouded in a haze.

The monarch behind him was suddenly stunned, reacted for a while, and inexplicably endured the sullenness in Ji's words, with lingering fear in his heart.

After a long time, a look of panic and anxiety suddenly appeared on the monarch's face.

Ji turned around, his dark and bewitching eyes that suppressed Ling Han were shocking.

"Mo An pays homage to the king. Mo An is just the shadow of the king, and the king is the king of a country."

The "monarch" bowed his head and surrendered, wearing a five-clawed glass dragon brocade robe, with sharp eyebrows, knelt down and saluted expressionlessly, just like a solemn clay sculpture of a treasure.

Therefore, the person in front of him couldn't appreciate the complicated mood of being in the high pavilion and in the abyss.

Ji took off the Rakshasa ghost mask that covered his face, and the extremely handsome face was the face of the monarch.

Qi Xin was dressed in a black suit, and under his bewitching posture, there was an incomparably strong coldness and sternness, like the solid ice that had frozen thousands of miles away, making the souls of people who were deeply trapped in the mud fly away.

Qi Xin raised his hand to signal Mo An who was half kneeling on the ground to get up, "Gu has no other meaning, you don't have to be so nervous."

He just wanted to find someone to ask, the position of the monarch can be regarded as very popular, if someone else sits on it, will they have a thorough understanding.

However, even if Qi Xin has been on the throne for many years, he still can't comprehend it, let alone a shadow that hides in the darkness all the year round.

Qi Xin looked at Mo An who got up immediately in front of him.

Mo An straightened up, standing proudly in front of him, every word and deed had the habit of a king.

It is indeed the shadow cultivated by Zhou Rao's royal family——

The person reflected in his eyes is proficient in the art of disguise. He has been by Qi Xin's side since he was a child. Every word and every look imitates the monarch, until he is polished into another King Zhou Hui, and he has integrated all his behavior and speech into the marrow of his bones. .

Qi Xin glanced at Mo An, and walked towards the gold-plated dragon chair step by step, "Mo An, what kind of feeling do you have when you say 'care'?"

Qi Xin looked at the shadow he relied on the most, looked at the familiar face in front of him with the eyes of others, and squeezed Heng Chen at his waist.

"Caring about nature is to be happy with him, and sad with him." Mo An still kept a long-standing fear on his face, and replied with a bow, "The king and the queen are deeply in love with each other. Thinking about each other is 'care'."

Mo An said that, until he died, he dared not forget the order given to him by the former king.

As long as Mo An is alive, he will let the king and the queen go hand in hand, until the prosperity of Zhou Rao's almost dying royal descendants.

Mo An looked at the person in front of him with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, no matter who the king still cares about in his heart, he must care about the queen.

Mo An frowned and stood.

Qi Xin walked out of the hazy night with his eyelids downcast, frowning deeply, his eyes narrowed unconsciously, not knowing what he was thinking.

At the end of April, the weather became warmer again, and the warblers and sparrows were noisy, and the sound was in my ears, filled with the scent of flowers.

At this moment, Feng Yanghou was standing outside the gilded and silver-gilt palace. In the palace, Princess Danyang, who was recalled by the queen empress, tiptoed towards the throne. lotus.

"Danyang has seen Brother Wang." Danyang folded his hands and pursed his lips, and murmured with almond eyes.

The green-colored dress is dotted with silver threads, which are flamboyant like blooming flowers.

The woman's moon-like cheeks were right in front of Qi Xin's eyes.

Qi Xin raised his head from a pile of memorials, wearing a brocade python robe that was black and misty, shining brightly.

Qi Xin pushed the memorial to one side, squinted his eyes, "Danyang, why are you here?"

Isn't she still serving as a "maidservant" in the general's mansion?Who dared to let her out?

Qi Xin tightened his clothes, and his flat voice was devoid of any emotion.

Danyang shivered suddenly when his brother Wang looked at him, he quickly lifted up his skirt and walked in front of Brother Wang, with a smile on his face, he sweetly took Brother Wang's arm, and coquettishly said in a soft voice: "Brother Wang, my love Brother Wang. I haven't seen Danyang and Brother Wang for several days, and I miss you very much."

With just one word, two patches of red glow immediately appeared on Danyang's face.

"Why, did the lonely and good sister come here to confess her mistake?" A smile gradually formed on Qi Xin's lips, but his eyes were cold.

Qi Xin's deep magnetic voice echoed in her ears.

Danyang immediately bowed his head, like a child who committed a heinous crime, grabbed his fingers and pretended to be ignorant.

Qi Xin just looked at her like this for a long time, but he didn't hear the most satisfactory answer for a long time, and felt lifeless for a while.

Qi Xin raised his eyes impatiently, and was about to raise his hand to let Dan Yang go down to reflect on himself, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a tall and tall figure standing quietly outside the window lattice.

Qi Xin held the teacup handed by Eunuch Zhang, and skimmed off the tea foam, "Ai Qing can't hear you clearly outside the window, why not come into the hall, so you can hear it more clearly."

Sitting in the hall, Qi Xin raised his eyes and called him.He walked into the hall, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

After a long time, he bowed and raised his hands, opened his eyes, and said calmly: "Your servant pays homage to the king."

Qi Xin pulled his lips, turned sideways and changed his position, and with a movement of his fingers, Eunuch Zhang under the steps said in a shrill voice: "Master Hou, get up."

He stood up and looked up at Qi Xin.

At this time, Qi Xin looked at him with dark eyes, "You sent Danyang back?"