"You bear it..." Fengling laughed angrily. She didn't have any objections to him and didn't want to get involved in other people's private affairs. But it concerned the people around her and he didn't seem to have any awareness. She really couldn't bear it anymore and said bluntly: "I

I know you are right

Cherish and tolerate love, but Mr. Si, you have to understand why you are tolerant to him and not tolerant to others. This is no longer your own grudge. If something happens to Ruo Xinlin because of your selfishness, don't you think you are ridiculous?

?”

Si Qing raised his eyes, with a flash of guilt and intolerance, and said, "I'm sorry, I won't hand Xiaozhu over to you, but I will ask him for the antidote. If Qi Xinlin can't detoxify him, I won't leave."

Feng Ling was convinced, because he still had kindness in him, so he took a step back and did not continue to push him, "Okay, then I will wait and see how much affection between you is worth exchanging for the antidote."

This conversation was not pleasant. She was in a bad mood and naturally looked bad. But in order to prevent Xinlin from noticing anything, she stopped to take a deep breath to calm down before entering the door. A smile was already on her face when she walked in. caset

He was lying on the desk writing and drawing, his eyes were serious, and he didn't even notice when she came in.

She gently walked around from behind, put her hands under her armpits and hugged his waist, and her chin naturally rested on his shoulder. He was slightly frightened by the sudden contact. He turned around and saw her profile, then turned shocked and ashamed, and asked

: "When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Aren't you just waiting for me with the door open? I want to give you a surprise." Fengling deliberately leaned into his face and rubbed it gently on the smooth skin, feeling the temperature, which made him shrink back subconsciously, but he didn't.

The initial stiffness and discomfort were gone, but I could no longer focus on the pen in my hand.

"What are you writing about?" Fengling was curious and reached out to take a look at the half-written thing on the table.

He explained: "I listened to a piece of Tang poetry yesterday. Although Wujiang City has completed the New Land Deal, the rest of the land has not achieved much results, and the follow-up is unstable and disputes continue. I have nothing to do, so I want to briefly review the problem. Although

I can’t relieve my wife’s worries, but I can still do my little bit.”

Thinking of this, Fengling sighed, moved a stool next to him and sat down, blaming herself and saying: "I have been too relaxed these days. It is really difficult for Tang Shi to put such great pressure on her. Next I will

To deal with it.”

Her hand was gently held, and she raised her eyes to meet his distressed and understanding gaze, with a gentle voice: "No matter how powerful a person is, he is not a god. His power is limited. Don't take everything on yourself, share it with the right person.

Maybe the effect would be better.”

Fengling understood what he meant. An excellent leader is often not the one with the most outstanding ability, but the one who knows how to look at and choose people, such as Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty.

In fact, she has been quite worried recently, not only because of Xinlin's body, but also because of her original goal of rebirth. It was already July or August, although it seems that she has taken a big step forward and successfully gained power.

status, but in fact, she became more and more confused as she walked, as if her original strong motivation had lost her sense of direction.

"Xinlin." She grabbed his hand to convey warmth, looked directly into his eyes and asked: "With my current situation and the Chen family, what are my chances of winning if the position of monarch becomes vacant?"

His hand suddenly retracted and he withdrew from her palm, looking at her with surprise and disapproval in her eyes, and at the same time his eyebrows subconsciously wrinkled, as if he had something on his mind.

Fengling couldn't understand his reaction. He must have known the purpose of her return. He shouldn't be frightened by her thoughts, so he wondered: "What's wrong?"

He was speechless for a while before replying to her, with some persistence in his calm tone: "There is no chance of winning. Without him in that position, His Highness will face internal and external troubles. Fengyang has no king, and there is no

He is a suitable successor. Your Highness shows that his name is not right and his words are not correct. If Your Highness raises the flag and rebels, others will imitate Your Highness. When Dongxu takes advantage of the opportunity, the world will be in chaos. When Your Majesty ascended the throne,

The foundation has spent many years suppressing the various states, but it has not been able to control it. Now that the power of Fengyang is in the hands of the emperor, only after it is unified can we have the opportunity to slowly change the treatment. The New Land Deal is one of them. If this

At that time, Fengyang was without a master, and whatever achievements His Highness had had would be in vain, and he would not even be able to return to his original appearance. He would be helpless, without money to repay his debts, and the strong would win, so you can see what the situation would be like."

He was merciless in these words and said bluntly: "Can Your Highness cope with these consequences?"

Fengling was stunned and did not recover for a long time.

It's because she has a small structure and is limited to her own grievances. She has never thought about the impact that what she has done and the direction of her efforts will have on the entire Fengyang. Originally, she did not kill Lan Yue, but she felt that Qi Xinai's existence and no one supported her

She has not considered succession or anything else.

Qi Xinlin looked at her absent-minded look with some confusion. In fact, he said these words not only for these reasons, but also because he didn't want her to do something wrong to that person that she would regret in the future. He knew the truth very well, but he couldn't just let it go like this.

He told her everything, both out of weighing his helplessness and his selfishness towards her.

Many things weighed down in his heart turned into a sigh, and he comforted her: "The time has not come yet, Your Highness, it is better to do what you are doing. As long as Your Highness is willing, these are accumulations and may be useful in the future."

Fengling smiled bitterly: "I am impatient. There is always a moment when I am suddenly blinded by hatred. After living for so long, I am still immature."

Qi Xinlin stretched out his hand to smooth her brows, and said seriously: "Your Highness is not a saint, so don't be too harsh on yourself. If Your Highness cannot see the road clearly in the future, there is still me. I will hold a lamp behind you."

Fengling stared at him deeply, and suddenly felt something strange and familiar at the same time. The smile on his face was unassuming, soft and faint, but when his eyes fell on her, he felt unusually warm, as if he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

I feel so nostalgic that I can't bear to leave.

She leaned lightly on his thin shoulder, hugging his arm like a child to absorb the warmth. She closed her eyes tiredly and said, "Cuddle up for a while."

He stretched out his hand to straighten her temples, taking advantage of the opportunity to look at her appearance, his lips were naturally filled with pleasure, and his brows were gentle.

…

Royal Palace.

Fenggu has been living in this magnificent palace for a few days. In the past few days, there have been a lot of troubles and troubles in the palace. The servants in the palace are trying to avoid her. The title of Little Devil is placed over her head.

It was attributed to several of her deeds, and Lanyue was extremely indulgent to her. For example, the morning before yesterday, she went crazy and held a handful of Royal Garden Treasures.

The flower confessed to Lan Yue in public; another example was that because a little palace attendant secretly talked about her and she heard it, she was punished to fish out all the fish in the pond and put them back again; and all the pretty people in the palace were punished.

She teased her all the time, and even sent the palace band to dance for her every day. This life was almost like experiencing the palace as a brothel.

On this day, Lanyue was looking at the book with frowning eyes, and Wu Qi rushed in without even taking a few steps. He hurriedly reported as if he was a bandit: "Your Majesty is not well, that guy is here again!"

Lan Yue had been having a headache from her these past few days. When she heard that she was coming, she became irritable and replied displeasedly: "There are so many people who can't stop me. What's the use of raising you all alone?"

He felt helpless when he said this to Wu Qi, explaining: "But didn't you tell His Highness the Sixth to fulfill his request as much as possible? This big guy doesn't dare to stop you."

Lan Yue was too bored to care about political matters. After two seconds of silence, he threw away the paper and stood up. He quickly pulled out the sword from its sheath and walked out with a dark face.
Chapter completed!