"My body is like this..." Emperor Yufeng finally finished reading the book in his hand, then put it aside, looking at Ying Jingyi with a half-smile, "You want me to stand up and masturbate the prince."
Go down?"
"No! I don't dare!" the British Duke said quickly, "How could a humble minister have such thoughts? The prince is the crown prince of the country, and he should have learned how to handle government affairs in advance.
It’s just that I think this is a critical moment. Your Majesty is the Emperor, and only by stepping forward can you unite the hearts of the people."
Emperor Yufeng just looked at the man kneeling on the ground with a smile, and did not say whether he said it well or not, he just looked at it quietly.
I kept watching until the British male began to sweat on his forehead and his body started to become hairy.
He then smiled, laughed for a long time, and then sighed quietly, "Get up! You are about to have a grandchild. You and I have been reading companions since childhood, so there is no need to be like this in front of me."
This tone of voice was familiar to the British Duke, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"It's not that I don't want to go out and work hard. Since you are here alone, I won't hide it from you. Now my body is not feeling well.
It's okay to rest like this. If I really work hard, I'm afraid I'll miss the world's affairs. You came just in time, and I have something that I just asked you to take care of for me."
The British prince was originally just looking for the prince, but now he saw that Emperor Yufeng could have such a clear-minded conversation with him, so he dared to go to the East Palace.
"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions."
Emperor Yufeng didn't really give any instructions, but took a letter from the cabinet behind the bed and went out.
Hong Wen appeared out of nowhere, took the letter with both hands and handed it into the British father's hands.
"Okay, just do what the boss says!"
"Yes!" the British duke immediately responded and stepped back.
Emperor Yufeng walked out of the door backwards and was about to turn around when he suddenly spoke again, "You know what to do today."
In the eyes of everyone in the world, Emperor Yufeng is now seriously ill and cannot afford to let others know about such a thing tonight.
The British father-in-law didn't know this truth, so he immediately said to Han Jian who suddenly appeared, without giving any instructions: "Thank you very much, Mr. Han, for the tea tonight. I only hope that your majesty will get well soon."
After the people outside left, Emperor Yufeng let out a long breath, then leaned back on the big pillow, with a somewhat angry and violent look on his face.
"How long will it take for me to recover?"
He was clearly roaring, but when he said it, his tone was really weak.
Hong Wen immediately brought over a bowl of dried bird's nest porridge from the cabinet next to him, "Master, long live the master, don't be anxious, this disease doesn't happen overnight, it finally got rid of its roots. After all, it injured the dragon's body.
Now I need to recover for a while."
Seeing that Emperor Yufeng still looked so angry, he hurriedly said: "Didn't the Imperial Master say that? Your Majesty is the emperor, and it is the time when the purple stars in the sky shine brightly. In this country of thousands of miles, long live the master.
Where’s my father’s!”
When the Imperial Master was mentioned, Emperor Yufeng's face became a little better. He turned his face, his eyes fell on the bowl of bird's nest porridge, and his brows tightened, "How long do I need to drink this medicine?"
Hong Wen didn't know how long it would take for Emperor Yufeng to recover from his current weakness, so he could only say with a smile: "The Imperial Master said, it depends on the mood of Lord Long Live!
The most important thing is not to get angry, don't think too much, because Long Live Lord will be more tolerant, and this disease will not be able to hurt the dragon's body, and Long Live Lord will naturally get better."
There was no difference between saying this or not, but fortunately Emperor Yufeng listened to this, took the bowl from his hand, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Hong Wen finally felt relieved, and when he saw his master walking in from the outside, his already hunched body became more and more bent, and then he retreated quietly.
"Hong Wen always has something to say. Han Jian, tell me, how long do you think it will take for me to recover?"
Han Jian appeared in front of Emperor Yufeng's bed like a ghost. Unlike Mr. Hong Wen, who was hunched over, he stood very straight. The expression on his face was not pretty, and his eyes were even more indifferent.
If Emperor Yufeng hadn't clearly known that he had always been like this and tolerated him being like this, he might have died several times.
"Stay out of the way, I think it will take a long time."
Emperor Yufeng was almost so angry that he couldn't even breathe. He stared at him for a long time before slowly calming down, "You... I really don't like to listen to you sometimes."
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Han Jian then bowed slightly and said, "This servant is not very good at talking."
"Why did your godfather recognize you as his godson? He is not someone who can't talk!"
Han Jian did not answer this sentence, but just lowered his head slightly, which was regarded as an apology to Emperor Yufeng for saying something unpleasant to him.
Looking at his dead face, Emperor Yufeng probably found it boring and simply turned his face away.
"The prince has been very busy recently?"
"There are many things going on inside and outside the government. His Highness is worried about various things, but he is a little worried."
"I think he is probably very proud of himself! He has never been so in charge of his own affairs!" His tone sounded like there was nothing wrong with it, but there was a bit of fierceness in his eyebrows.
It can be seen that in the eyes of this emperor, his son is now in charge of important affairs in the court, and he is not very satisfied.
Naturally, Han Jian would not comment on such words.
Still standing there quietly.
This huge space suddenly became quiet. Han Jian didn't speak, and Emperor Yufeng didn't speak either. The two of them seemed to be competing to see who could stay silent longer.
Finally, Emperor Yufeng couldn't help but ask: "Where is the Imperial Master?"
"The Imperial Master said that the toxins in Your Majesty's body have been basically cleared and you only need to rest, so the Imperial Master went outside the palace."
"He hasn't been in the palace for more than a month, right?"
"yes!"
"Outside the palace...is it fun?"
When talking about the Imperial Master, Emperor Yufeng always seems to be a little more patient, and the dissatisfaction in his words is much lighter than before.
Han Jian thought for a while before speaking: "I heard that the Imperial Master has accepted a female disciple who is very spiritual. She has been training the future spiritual saint for about this time."
"Oh?" Emperor Yufeng finally turned to look at Han Jian again, "Saint Girl? The news about your Dongchang factory seems to have come a little late."
She has already said that she is going to be trained into a saint, so it can be seen that she is not a recent disciple, but after such a long time, the East Palace has not received any news.
Han Jian quickly knelt down and apologized, "It's because the people under me didn't do things well."
"That's all!" Emperor Yufeng suddenly waved his hand and said, "That is the Imperial Master after all, not an ordinary person, and how can I be disrespectful to the Imperial Master? This matter should not be investigated further."
The bronze chime outside rang, indicating that it was time for Emperor Yufeng to go to bed.
Han Jian stood up gently and then slowly retreated step by step.
When he reached the door, the emperor on the bed was already asleep.
When Hong Wen saw him coming out, he sighed softly, and then silently followed Han Jian step by step into the darkness.
"Your Majesty, everything has been very regular during this period of time?"
"Yes!" Hong Wen lowered his voice, but his tone was very sure, "Everything I drank and ate was exactly according to the timetable I left before."
Hong Wen's voice sounded extremely small in the night wind, almost inaudible, but Han Jian didn't miss it at all.
Still walking forward in silence, Hong Wen followed silently.
"National Master..." Han Jian walked to the top of the city tower, looked at a tower-like building that lit up in the distance, and murmured, "It's really a good trick."