The lady of a good match

When Wei Shuhan returned to the Emperor's Mansion, the moon was already in the west, and Yan Qing was waiting for him sleepily. After seeing him come back, he insisted on telling him about Yingli's bringing back from the palace. Wei Shuhan smiled To reassure him, she told him about meeting Xiaoyao Wang by chance in Wei's house. After hearing this, Yan Qing's worries disappeared, and the general trend was to help them.

In the early morning of the next day, Yingli entered the palace to go to court, and Wei Shuhan was about to return to Fusang City. When the bell rang out from the palace to tell the world, Yan Qing supported his sore waist and watched his wife dress up in disguise. The carriage out of the city can be as short as two or three months, and as long as a year or a half.

At the same time, the canonization ceremony in the palace began in a dignified and rigorous ceremony, and ended after the inscription was read out.

"Thank you Lord Long En, my emperor's majesty will last forever, I will live up to expectations, and I will do my best to inherit the grace of heaven,"

Feng Changlin was dressed in a fine attire, with a solemn expression, and received the regent jade seal bestowed by the emperor, respectfully thanking him, and the ceremony was completed.

From now on, he is the regent king who inherits the destiny of the heavens and shakes the country's prestige to assist the emperor to assist the emperor in government affairs. Tianshu Kingdom has not canonized the regent king for several generations, and the regent jade seal has been sealed for a long time. Changlin's trust is also an entrustment.

"Brother Wang is dead."

Feng Yunyan walked down the steps to Feng Changlin and helped him up.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness."

Feng Changlin got up and tightened his hand holding the jade seal. This was probably the first royal gift between him and Feng Yunyan. When Feng Jingyi told him, he was also telling everyone who he would be loyal to as an assistant.

The heirs of the royal family can no longer live in the palace when they become kings. The next day, Feng Changlin prepared to go out with his mother and concubine. The Prince Regent's Mansion outside the palace has also been arranged, and it is only necessary to move the things used in the palace. Not much to clean up.

The father left early, the first emperor sympathized with them and let them live in the palace all the time, so Wu Wang's mansion was just an empty house, because it was close to Xiaoyao Wang's mansion, usually it was Xiaoyao Wang who helped take care of it, and he would occasionally go there on special days a trip.

Now, he has his own palace, so he can treat the original Prince Wu's palace as another courtyard in the future.

Seeing the palace people rushing out, and Feng Changlin watching from the side, it is inevitable to feel sad. It is natural to be reluctant to leave the place where you grew up, but this is the only way to grow up. The king has the title and the responsibility. It is time to bid farewell to carefree and worry about home, country and world.

"Your Majesty, it's not good..."

A young eunuch next to the prince hurried over.

Feng Changlin frowned: "Why are you so flustered?"

"It's His Royal Highness..."

"What happened to Yan'er?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is arguing with the Dijun to leave the palace, and the Dijun is annoyed. I'm afraid he will be punished. Your Highness should go to the side hall of Donghua Hall to have a look."

Feng Changlin had already left quickly after hearing this.

But at this moment in the side hall of Donghua, where the emperor usually handles government affairs, Feng Jingyi frowned, and stared displeasedly at Feng Yunyan, who had a sullen little face in front of him:

"I said no."

The little guy has a bulging bun face:

"My son is going to leave the palace with Brother Wang..."

Feng Jingyi's forehead:

"Lin'er is the regent now, and she is so involved in government affairs, how can she have time to take care of you."

Feng Yunyan took a step forward and tugged at his father's sleeve:

"Yan'er will be very obedient, and will not make noise."

Feng Jingyi was unmoved:

"You are a prince, why are you always clinging to your elder brother?"

The little guy argued hard:

"You said you asked Brother Wang to assist Erchen, doesn't that mean that Brother Wang will always be with Erchen?"

"Accompanying you to govern the country, not playing around with you!"

Feng Jingyi's tone became a little harsher, and the little guy timidly flattened his mouth:

"I don't care, my son will follow Brother Wang out of the palace..."

"presumptuous!"

Feng Jingyi was furious.

"Father..."

"Kneel down."

The little man with reddened eyes let go of his little hands and took a step back, knelt down with his back straight, with a puffy face in disbelief.

Feng Jingyi felt distressed when he saw it, but he still said in a stern tone: "Do you know your mistake?"

Feng Yunyan stared at the majestic person on the stage and blinked his watery eyes, and said in a crying voice:

"I know I was wrong, but I still want to go out of the palace with Brother Wang."

Feng Jingyi half-closed his eyes: "Go if you are beaten?"

The little guy nodded: "Going to..."

"Okay, I want to see how stubborn you are."

Feng Jingyi said, got up and took out a ruler from a hidden compartment of the bookshelf, stepped forward and said to the person who was desperately blinking not to cry:

"Hand out."

The little guy obediently stretched out his white and tender little hand, with the palm facing up, his tears were almost uncontrollable, and his father had never hit him before.

Feng Jingyi was also worried: "I'll ask again, do you know what's wrong?"

The little guy looked at the ruler, swallowed a few times and answered:

"I know I was wrong, but I want to go out of the palace with Brother Wang, even if I get beaten, I won't change my mind."

"Snapped--"

Feng Jingyi didn't know what to do, he raised the ruler and struck down, with one stroke, Bai Nen's palm turned red, and then he hit the other hand with a second stroke.

"Ugh..."

"Don't cry."

Feng Jingyi ordered.

The little guy bit his lip hard, tears still falling down:

"But it hurts... Erchen wants to cry..."

The ruler raised by Feng Jingyi was reluctant to drop it for a long time, and said in a deep voice:

"If I change my mind, I won't fight."

"I won't change my son, I won't change when I cry..."

"You..." Feng Jingyi was anxious and angry, and the ruler fell down again.

"Do you want to change it?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Snapped……"

"Snapped……"

After a few strokes, the palm of the little hand was already red and swollen, but the person whose face turned pale from the pain still refused to let go, and there were intermittent sobbing sounds in the palace.

"Emperor, the Regent and Lord Taifu are asking to see you."

Yang Heng came in to pass on the message, seeing Feng Yunyan's red little hands being beaten, his heart ached for a while, but he didn't expect that the emperor would really be able to do it.

Feng Jingyi glared at Yang Heng: "Xuan."

These guys will help the little things.

Feng Changlin and Yingli walked in quickly and saluted respectfully.

"My son sees my father."

"Chen, see the emperor."

Feng Jingyi put down the ruler and waved his hand: "Excuse me."

The little guy at the side blinked vigorously a few times, and looked over with his head down to wipe away the tears on his shoulders, feeling a little joy in his heart: the Tai Tuo and Brother Wang came to rescue him, right?

"Father..."

Before Feng Changlin opened his mouth, Feng Jingyi waved his hand:

"I know why you came here, so there's no need to say more, and you are not allowed to intercede unless he admits his mistake."

Feng Changlin shut his mouth, walked to Feng Yunyan's side and saw the red and swollen little hand, feeling very distressed:

"Yan'er, quickly admit your mistake to Father..."

The little guy flattened his mouth: "Yan'er recognized it."

Feng Jingyi was furious: "What do you call recognition?"

Feng Yunyan flattened her mouth, tears were about to fall again, Feng Changlin comforted her distressedly, and looked at Yingli for help.

Should be one step ahead to ask:

"Emperor, what mistake did His Highness the Crown Prince make?"

Feng Jingyi raised his forehead: "He wants to leave the palace, but I don't allow it, so what's the point of playing temper with me?"

It should be clear:

"I feel that such a request is understandable."

"..." Feng Jingyi remained silent, waiting for him to finish speaking with a cold face.

Ying Li paused and continued:

"After all, His Royal Highness has been with His Royal Highness Lin since he was a child. Now that His Highness Lin is going out of the palace, it would be good for His Royal Highness to stay with him for a few days."

"Yes, father," Feng Changlin also chimed in:

"My son is about to leave the northern border. Yan'er will stay with him in the palace for a few days. When the son goes to northern border, I will send him back. I also ask my father for permission. Yan'er is still young and ignorant, so my father must not get angry."

Feng Jingyi glanced at them, then turned to look elsewhere.

Ying Li gave Feng Changlin a wink, and Feng Changlin took the opportunity to pat the little guy's arm to signal him to go over. The father is usually good to them and never punishes them physically. Now he is so angry that he beat him up. He just needs a step. It's almost enough for the little guy to act like a baby.

The little guy was also clever, got up from the ground, and took small steps to grab Feng Jingyi's clothes:

"Father, I only went out of the palace with Brother Wang to live in the new palace for a few days. I will come back when Brother Wang goes away. I hope that Father will grant you permission. Don't be angry..."

"..." Feng Jingyi glanced at him and remained silent.

"Father..." Feng Yunyan continued to shake his clothes, "I like Father the most, Father, you just obeyed this time..."

"... Cough," Feng Jingyi was helpless, his heart was shaken softly by him, and he pretended not to let go easily: "It's just this one time, it's not an example."

The little guy burst into tears instantly and smiled: "My son, thank you, father."

Feng Jingyi sighed, bent down to pick up the man and sat on the chair, watching a pair of red and swollen hands shouting at the palace attendant outside:

"Come here, Doctor Xuan."

"Thank you, Father."

The little guy had a sweet mouth, which made Feng Jingyi feel even more distressed. He took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, and gently held his little hand and blew on his mouth:

"Does it hurt?"

The little guy immediately showed a pitiful expression: "It hurts, it hurts more than Yan'er wrestling."

Feng Jingyi: ...

The imperial doctor came over quickly, and he didn't dare to show his breath when he administered the medicine to the little highness. After so many years, it was the first time I saw the emperor beating the prince, and it was the prince.

Carefully bandaged the red and swollen little hands and left the swelling and pain relief medicinal wine, wiped off the cold sweat and retreated.

This is the end of a small farce, Feng Jingyi put Feng Yunyan down, and told him earnestly:

"Okay, let's go out of the palace early while the time is still there. Lin'er, you should discuss travel matters with Commander Xiao. From today onwards, you don't have to worry about the affairs of the court. Yan'er, you are not allowed to be naughty or to cause trouble for the prince in the Prince Regent's mansion, but understood?"

"My son knows."

The two brothers answered in unison, and the little guy walked up to Feng Changlin and grabbed his sleeve.

Feng Changlin patted his head and led him to leave, but after walking a few steps, the little guy started acting like a baby:

"Brother Wang, Yan'er's knee hurts after kneeling for a long time, brother Wang, how about holding Yan'er?"

The palace attendant next to him couldn't help lowering his head, Feng Changlin subconsciously turned his head to look at Feng Jingyi's cold face, but he still bent over to hug him up.

The little guy lay on his shoulders and shook hands at Feng Jingyi, who had a dark face, and Yingli, who suppressed a smile:

"Father, goodbye, Taifu."

Feng Jingyi remained silent, Ying Li responded with a smile: "Your Highness Yan, be good."

Feng Jingyi's face was still dark until the palace attendant came in to report that His Royal Highness and the regent's carriage were leaving the palace.