Feng Yunian turned to look at her, her side face was fair and delicate, her dark hair fell to her ears, and her whole person was less aggressive and gorgeous.
But a little more soft beauty.
He suddenly couldn't help but said softly, "Your Majesty?"
Bai Weiwei is still thinking about the miscellaneous books in her hand, and the stories in it are very exciting.
Suddenly, the book in her hand was taken away.
Then a hand pressed her shoulder, followed by Feng Yu Nian's handsome face approaching.
His eyebrows and eyes were touching and gentle, and his pupils were extremely clear.
Feng Yu Nian closed his eyes and stared at her intently.
Her trembling eyelashes and the joy that flashed in her eyes were all captured by him.
It's good that there is still one person in this world who is willing to love him.
Feng Yunian discovered that happiness is so simple.
Even the rights he thought of in his heart could not move him.
Outside the palace, several ministers fainted.
Although when kneeling, there are kneeling pads, some people hold umbrellas to serve, and there are also water and food.
You can take a break even if you are tired.
But Wenchen was used to being pampered, how could he stand kneeling for so long on a snowy day.
Therefore, the number of people who could not bear the sudden illness increased.
Suddenly the palace gate opened wide.
Those ministers who still insisted on kneeling, their eyes lit up, and finally the emperor couldn't stand the pressure and gave in to them.
Once they are soft, they can gain more initiative.
Inside the palace gate, someone came in the emperor's sedan chair.
The mighty waiter followed.
The carriage stopped and stopped in front of the minister.
On the sedan chair, the man put one hand on the chair, his dark eyes with a hint of gloom.
It should be clear and handsome like flowing water and white clouds.
But it made people look at the back with a chill, and was stunned by the evil spirit in his eyes.
"The ministers are really busy. Your Majesty is busy with some heavy things. If you don't help, it's fine, and you come here to force the palace."
Feng Yu Nian's tenderness was given to Bai Weiwei alone.
Seeing these people in front of her will only cause confusion for Bai Weiwei.
The murderous anger in my heart couldn't stop coming out.
One of the leading ministers said: "You demon concubine, kill my son, I must make you die. Where is Your Majesty? How can you sit in His Majesty's sedan chair?"
Feng Yunian raised the end of his eyes, and the coldness in his eyes came up.
"I'm really confused on my knees, come and kill her."
The leading minister, kill the chicken to set an example.
To put it horribly, even if it is to kill all the civil servants.
The iron-blooded army in Bai Weiwei's hand is also enough to keep the country.
He hoped that the imperial court would be stable and that a new batch of young civil servants would be promoted.
Only condone these old women to live a few more days.
But if these women were disobedient, he had no choice but to kill them.
Because they refused to bow their heads in life, it was harmful to Bai Weiwei, and of course they had to be removed.
Feng Yunian smiled coldly.
In the snow, the blood of the leading minister soon stained the ground.
The people in the imperial palace are dirty.
The rest of the civil servants shuddered.
No one is not afraid of death, if they are really not afraid of death, how could they descend on Bai Weiwei.
Let her rebel successfully.
Feng Yunian raised his chin and showed a mocking sneer.
"Okay, let's all kneel and listen to the decree."
The imperial decree was written by him, and the seal he stamped with the jade seal, Bai Weiwei just said lightly, "Go ahead and do it, I believe you."
How could she provoke his heart so much.
When Feng Yunian thought of her, the filthy palace in the past felt as beautiful as a paradise.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability rating is fifty-five.]
In the imperial edict, one by one is the crimes of those men in the harem.
All the men kill each other in the harem.
There are no favored people who frame each other because of power.
Few were clean in their hands.