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[Chapter Four hundred and eighty eighth] guilt

After sleepless night, the next day's court atmosphere became strange. Except for Hei Mu hid in the dark of the Yangxin Palace to find out what changes Wei Feng and Jia Lan had, there was no such thing in the entire court.

The activeness at the time seemed lifeless.

Even Shangshu Liu felt that there were some differences. The emperor seemed unhappy.

It turned out that the emperor was talking with a smile. Although the smile seemed to be on his face, today's emperor actually had a gloomy face. Although he was still handsome, he had a faint air conditioning.

This is even more so for the Mad Concubine. There was a pair of dark circles on her face, which was obvious that she didn't sleep well last night. The Mad Concubine who was always arrogant was always staring at the emperor.

But the emperor seemed to be deliberately avoiding the Crazy Concubine.

"That...uh...Your Majesty..." Liu Shangshu was finally ready to speak and interrupt such a strange atmosphere.

"You have just returned to China and are in a mess. Why don't you take this opportunity to rest and recuperate when the mainland is relatively quiet, but have to travel and practice far away?"

Wei Feng's eyes drooped, looking at the tea cup in his hand, the stretched tea leaves seemed to have souls, immersing them in the water.

Huh, is the tea so moist?

"Your Majesty?" Liu Shangshu saw that Wei Feng did not answer, and quickly asked.

"No problem, I only bring a small team of people and necessary supplies. This matter does not need to be circulated or covered up. You have to discuss and decide with Prince Yang and the Crazy Concubine, and I believe it is not a big problem." Wei Feng said, but

The voice was a little hoarse.

Damn human body, just a [Harmony] night, was so weak that he was so weak. He didn't know that there was another situation called getting angry in the human body, just like he did now, his lips suddenly bulged.

The small bumps hurt slightly.

"So, when will Your Majesty return to court?" Liu Shangshu continued.

"It will take half a month to break, and half a year to get long, and I don't know." Wei Feng continued, "I don't have you in the country, so I can rest assured. Leave the school affairs to the Mad Concubine."

At this time, Duke An Guo, who had been ill for several days and had not come to participate in politics, suddenly stepped forward and asked, "Master, the little girl has entered the palace. How do Your Majesty plan to reward me?"

This hurtful sentence seemed so disharmonious in the court. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but concentrate. Especially Jia Lan's eyes, now they were angry and still apologized, you, the immortal, suddenly

I just asked such a disgraceful word from here, I really want to die.

Wei Feng also frowned and his face darkened. He was angry. If you insist on hitting the gun, there was nothing you could do about it!

"Are you talking about Angong people?" Wei Feng said.

"It's the little girl, whose boudoir name is Xiaowei." Duke An Guo thought that the emperor was so familiar with his daughter. Originally, there were many girls this time, and the quality was considered high-quality, so it was difficult for his daughter to stand out.

Now this question was actually remembered by the emperor, which is obviously a good thing.

Duke An Guo immediately became proud and his waist became more straight.

"The Angong people stayed in the Palace of Crazy Concubine last night. Please ask Crazy Concubine to go." Wei Feng then slowly drank the tea leaves without raising his eyes.

Duke An was stunned. Even if his daughter wanted to serve the emperor, she would never be in the palace of the Crazy Concubine! Could it be...

Did the emperor actually let his daughter and the Crazy Concubine serve together?

Too wild!

Jia Lan stepped forward: "What the emperor said is true. She insisted on staying in the bedroom of this palace and not leaving, so the bluestone aisle in front of the palace could only be given to her."

"Ah?" Duke An was stunned, obviously not yet reacted.

"Her two personal maids have fought each other to death to fight for her money. She may be afraid that the unjust ghosts will come to take their lives, so she dare not return to her residence, and I can't do anything about it." Jia Lan said.

An Guogong's heart was completely cold. His daughter said that being smart is not smart enough, but she wouldn't be so stupid, right? She actually caused the unhappiness of the Crazy Concubine and even caused death in the palace. If she wanted to make a comeback in the future, she would be even more

It's difficult.

"There is no way to teach the daughters of Anguo Gong!" Wei Feng whispered, but all the officials in the court could hear this. "When I went to the Mad Concubine's bedroom yesterday, I saw her crying and begging Mad Concubine to let her ask her to

I despise myself from living in Qingyuan Hall.”

The amount of information about this is too great.

The emperor went to the harem and went to the Mad Concubine again. This may be the source of the dark circles of the Mad Concubine. There are so many show queens in the harem that even the emperors looked down on it. It seems that the Mad Concubine won’t be able to hold her right for too long.

Even if the emperor wants to leave the East China Sea to practice, he cannot provoke the mad concubine!

Duke An Guo’s daughter is completely finished, and there will definitely be no day to turn over this time. I love the house and the nun, and the same is true for this time. I am afraid that Duke An Guo’s power in the court will not have a day to turn over.

"Okay, retreat." Wei Feng ordered, and then, in the dumbfounded officials, got off the dragon throne, took Jia Lan's hand in person, and returned to the back hall of Yangxin Hall.

Such behavior undoubtedly shows that he trusts the imperial concubine, so he is relieved to let her handle political affairs on his behalf. Those idle censors should also take a break, don't come to find fault when he is not in the palace.

Jia Lan's face turned red. It turned out that Wei Feng was no longer angry, so he let him hold his hand. But as soon as he walked to the inner hall, Wei Feng let go of Jia Lan's hand. Although he let go of his own

I don't know where to put my hands.

"Feng..." Jialan was confused and was about to speak.

"I've been there for a long time, and those censors will definitely hold you to you. If I don't make a gesture, you will suffer." Wei Feng's voice was cold and his eyes deliberately looked elsewhere.

His heart was also painful. He loved her so much that he loved her. He wished she could be integrated into his body and never come out again. Just like now, tears flashed in her eyes, her body trembled slightly, but she

I can only force myself to touch it, not touch it.

I was afraid that once I touched it, it would be difficult to leave.

"Are you still angry?" Jia Lan held back her tears. Unexpectedly, her unintentional words caused such a big trouble. She didn't mean to dislike him! How could she dislike him? It was too late to love him.

"I'm sorry, I'll find a way to solve your ordinary life because of me." Wei Feng continued.

In his heart, he tried his best to warn himself that he could not get close to him anymore, that he was the initiator of all dangers. If the person behind him had not wanted to deal with him, how could he have also involved Jia Lan!

"I don't care!" Jia Lan couldn't control her tears anymore, but she could only stand still because Wei Feng did not reach out to hold her.
Chapter completed!
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