Seeing that Feng Aotian still remembered what happened just now, Mu Hanyao's face turned cold, he turned his head and avoided her lips, "Prince Regent, you are talking about the future, that doesn't count."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and said solemnly, "Are you questioning this king's words?"
"Prince Regent's promises, how can this minister question it?" Mu Hanyao said as he moved his body slightly to one side, keeping a certain distance from her.
"If you don't give me a smile, I won't say anything." Feng Aotian got up angrily, turned around, and walked towards the bed.
Mu Hanyao turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's leisurely back in his regular clothes. He pondered for a moment. If this natural danger can be breached, it will undoubtedly completely separate the border between Feng and Qi. Even if Qi will raise troops again in the future, They won't have any worries.
His father, as well as Qianye's father, Marshal Leng, all died one after another in this natural danger, and he and Qianye have been looking for a way to overcome it, but they have so far failed.
Two years ago, he was exiled and quarried, and not long after Chiba, he was recalled to Beijing by the prince regent, and he never came back. Now that he thinks about it, he can't help but say, "Prince Regent, there is something I don't know, please ask the Prince Regent. can tell."
Feng Aotian sat leisurely on the bed and looked directly at Mu Hanyao, "What's unclear?"
"I don't know where Leng Qianye is now?" Mu Hanyao asked without hesitation.
Feng Aotian's eyes sank slightly, cold Qianye? The name was very familiar, she narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, thinking of Marshal Leng and General Leng in Li Su's mouth yesterday, and this Leng Qianye was General Leng in his mouth.
At that time, Marshal Mu died in battle when Mu Hanyao was young. Later, the Mu family army was led by Marshal Leng. He also died in battle a few years ago. Later, Leng Qianye fought for his father and went to the military camp to meet Mu Hanyao guards the border together, Leng Qianye is good at arranging troops, and Mu Hanyao is good at using troops. In this way, the two of them have a good cooperation.
In Feng Aotian's mind, the figure of Leng Qianye couldn't help but appear, such a person with such a temperament could actually become a general who made a decision to kill, which made Feng Aotian a little curious, but now Leng Qianye is locked up. In the dungeon of the Prince Regent's mansion, when she returns to Beijing, she really needs to know Chiba.
"He is in the palace." Feng Aotian replied unabashedly, "Do you want to see him?"
"If he comes, it will be a great help for the minister." Mu Hanyao replied in a low voice.
Feng Aotian sneered, lying on the couch, waist-length ink hair scattered in front of him like a waterfall, "We will discuss this matter after this king returns to Beijing."
Hearing what Feng Aotian said, Mu Hanyao was unwilling to let him go, and then he stopped asking more questions, and continued to sit at the desk, thinking of ways to break through.
Feng Aotian ignored it, lay down and closed his eyes to rest, but he was thinking about the way back to Beijing. Eunuch Feng was in the regent's palace, and there was no news of any changes. This seemed too calm. It shows that there has been a silent change in the capital.
Until dawn, Mu Hanyao was still thinking of ways to break through, but he found nothing.
Feng Aotian got up and walked to the desk, naturally raised his hand to stroke Mu Hanyao's hair, he seemed to be aware of it, and avoided her early, making her flinch, she put her hand away indifferently, thinking about it. This has been her habit for many years.
She was born in a wolf pack since childhood. At that time, the wolf leader and the she-wolf who had fed her would always stroke her head to comfort and encourage her. Therefore, over the years, she has maintained this habit. The same is true for one's own people.
"This king will return to Beijing tomorrow, you only have one day's chance, you have to think about it." Feng Aotian stood with his hands behind his back, and his handsome face flashed an evil charm.
Mu Hanyao was silent for a moment, then quickly got up from his chair, bowed his head and said, "Please also ask the regent to make it clear."
"Smile for your lord." Feng Aotian reluctantly said.
Mu Hanyao's heart sank. He raised his eyes and stared at her. After brewing for a long time, he couldn't see a trace of a smile on his stern face. The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed.
Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanyao's tangled expression and sighed helplessly, is it so difficult to make him laugh? Is she so scary? Will it kill him to laugh
Her eyes dimmed, "You can laugh at a horse, but not at this king." She raised her hand and pointed at the topographic map, "Going backwards is the way to go, and darken Chencang."
Mu Hanyao followed the sign Feng Aotian pointed to, and carefully pondered the meaning of her words. His deep pupils were filled with bright light. He raised his eyes and stared at her like a dick, "Thank you, Prince Regent, for your guidance."
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"My lord, it's time to arrive at the capital in half a column of incense." Si Xi walked on the side of the imperial carriage, surrounded by guards in front and back, thinking about the dangers of this journey, Si Xi still broke into a cold sweat.
"Well, go back directly to the manor." Feng Aotian sat in the imperial chariot in a relaxed manner, thinking about returning to Beijing from the border gate. This trip took a whole month. During this period, there were ten large-scale assassinations, small-scale assassinations. Also a dozen times.
The reason why she chose to return to Beijing with such a big fanfare is to know the danger she is in now, and how many times the assassination was done by the capital.
Upstairs in the east gate of the capital, a bright yellow and immature figure stood majestically with his hands behind his back. He looked no more than seven or eight years old, but his tender face revealed a breathtaking majesty.
Sixi knew earlier that the emperor would come to meet him in person, but now that the prince regent has not spoken, the imperial carriage is still driving forward.
"My lord, the emperor welcomes you into the city in person, you..." Sixi raised her eyes, looked at the guards on both sides of the city gate, and asked in a low voice.
"Go back to the manor." Feng Aotian said in a deep voice, with a hint of coldness on the corner of his mouth. The means of this little emperor should not be underestimated.
"Yes." Sixi replied, motioning the emperor to move on.
As soon as the emperor entered the city gate, he saw that the little emperor in bright yellow was already standing at the city gate.
She was also greeted by the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, who all knelt on the ground, "Chen and others, see the regent, a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand thousand years!"
"Uncle, you have been working hard all the way. I learned that you are back in Beijing, so I came here to greet you." A tender but calm voice sounded, and I saw the little emperor walking towards the imperial carriage with a kind smile.
Feng Aotian sat in the imperial carriage all the time, and the corners of his mouth slanted slightly, "I'm bothering the emperor, I'm tired of the boat and the car, and now I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to the mansion to rest first."
He didn't get off the chariot, and he didn't even perform the most basic etiquette of the monarch and minister. A low voice came from the imperial chariot. Regardless of the little emperor's presence in front of the imperial chariot, the imperial chariot continued to drive forward.
"In this way, the uncle will be able to return to the mansion to rest." The little emperor was not annoyed, he said with concern, he turned around, and voluntarily moved out of the way, allowing the regent's chariot to move forward.
When the officials saw this, they all had their own thoughts, and they were even more aware that the Prince Regent had never put the emperor in his eyes, and everyone did not dare to say anything. But he saw the emperor standing in awe.
The little emperor watched the regent leave with a smile, then turned around and sat down with the dragon. The smile on the corner of his mouth had disappeared, and there was a flash of cruelty in his eyes, and he drove back to the palace.
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