Feng Lingyan was stunned when she heard this, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

A monarch does not want to enrich the people and strengthen the country, but he comes up with such a crooked way to make money——

However, the person who implemented this method was not others but his own father.

Feng Lingyan sighed.

My father is really no match for the mediocre Song Huizong.[

My son has never become a man. If this continues, I am afraid that he will be swallowed up by a powerful country...

As a princess, I might not know one day that I will become the princess of a subjugated country...

She looked at Gong Yanmo: "Just for such a reason, you agreed? You should understand better than me that if this continues, you can't save a country at all..."

Gong Yanmo paused his hands slightly and said calmly: "I am a subject of Huoyun Kingdom. If you want me to die, I have to die."

Feng Lingyan choked and looked at him,

When did this informal palace doctor become so foolish and loyal?

Thinking about it again, he smiled slightly.

In this era when imperial power is more important than anything else.

As the son of the prime minister, how could Gong Yanmo disobey the emperor's order?

She glanced at Yun Haotian and sighed quietly.

The eldest brother's demeanor is very good, but he is not the material to be a king.

The other brothers are also unable to get on the stage, and the future of Huoyun Kingdom is in doubt...

Yun Haotian patted Feng Lingyan on the shoulder: "Okay, little sister, the mystery in your heart has finally been solved, right? Brother Gong is devoted to serving the country. After suffering such great grievances, you should stop unjustly accusing him. Come on.

,Come, let’s have tea.”

The tea prepared by Gong Yanmo tastes great. Yun Haotian took a sip, squinted his eyes slightly and tasted it for a while, then opened his eyes and said with a smile: "Brother Gong, your tea ceremony has improved again, and I have made great progress again."

I made a song, would you like to listen to it?"

Without waiting for Gong Yanmo to speak, he shook his head and chanted: "There is no trace of the spiritual roots, and the guests behind the plum blossoms have not arrived. Like the orchid heart in the mirror, the smile and beautiful meal invade the plain sound. The green mountains are a poem, and the Shu water is crossed with smoke and grass. The nine-tired balance

Clouds, light green and light silver pillow beside spring.

(This poem is copied from Under the Banyan Tree. The original author is: Xie Wucun. Forgive Mumu for his incompetence in poetry, but I have to borrow from a literary friend. Please note hereby)

Gong Yanmo's eyes flashed and he smiled slightly: "It's really a good word. Your Royal Highness's talent is getting better and better."

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Chapter completed!