The room was completely dark, and the moonlight shined through the broken window and reflected a figure in front of his bed.
The figure's stooped figure allowed Chu Feng to see clearly what he looked like under the moonlight: "Lie... old..."
Hong Jiuling, who was standing in front of the bed and observing Chu Feng carefully, heard this: "Huh?"
Chu Feng reacted instantly, jumped up, sat up from the bed, and quickly came to the ground: "Why are you here, old man?"
Fortunately, he was quite strict and did not directly call out the old gelding, otherwise his life would probably be over.
But even so, Hong Jiuling didn't want to let Chu Feng go, and quickly stretched out a hand to pinch Chu Feng's neck: "You kid is very lucky tonight, how did things go?"
Chu Feng desperately hit Hong Jiuling's arm with both hands, and also gestured desperately to the table with his eyes.
Hong Jiuling noticed something unusual and turned around, just in time to see a piece of rag.
Like a dead dog, he threw Chu Feng on the ground, then took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his fingertips.
As soon as Chu Feng raised his head, a fragrant wind mixed with a foul smell hit him, and the handkerchief with plum blossoms embroidered on one corner was thrown into Chu Feng's face.
Chu Feng resisted the urge to vomit and pulled the handkerchief off his face: "My father-in-law is famous for his sword. I have spent a lot of effort to find the whereabouts of this thing. I just don't know if this is what you need?"
Hong Jiuling's breathing was a little rapid, and he flicked his sleeves again. Chu Feng just felt a strong wind coming, and without even reacting, he was thrown to the ground.
Hong Jiuling walked around Chu Feng and was about to reach the door when he suddenly heard a faint cry from behind: "Wait a minute, father-in-law hasn't given me the antidote yet."
Hong Jiuling let out a small snort again, but a loud shout came from outside.
"who?"
The moment Chu Feng raised his head, Hong Jiuling's old castrated dog suddenly disappeared like a ghost.
Then poetry and painting appeared.
Shi Hua looked at Chu Feng, who was lying on the ground with his head down and butt up in the sky in a weird posture: "Are you okay?"
Chu Feng stood up from the ground, holding on to his old waist: "Do I seem to be okay?"
Poetry and painting: "..."
Shi Hua ignored Chu Feng and patrolled for a week to make sure there was nothing abnormal before leaving directly.
After all these people left, Chu Feng crawled back onto the bed with a groan. He wanted to sleep, but couldn't sleep. He could only stare at the roof with his eyes wide open, thinking about the way forward.
"No, we must not continue like this."
Now it seems that the original body is burdened with too many things.
Chu Feng is not from this dynasty. With his extraordinary mechanism and information gap, he can quickly crush everyone, but he must find a way to get out of the chaos.
"It seems that only that emperor is the best destination."
In the end, there were so many things mixed up into a mess that Chu Feng didn't want to think too much: "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Just like this, I slept until dawn.
Waiting until the hunger in his belly woke him up, Chu Feng slowly opened his eyes. He was a little confused for a moment, not knowing where he was.
Just when he was looking for some food to fill up the temple of the five internal organs, he saw a slightly familiar figure walking from a distance.
Yuechi walked up to Chu Feng and said, "Xiao Chunzi, the Queen has summoned you."
Chu Feng, who had decided to hug the emperor's thigh, was full of reluctance after hearing this.
But he can't show his flaws now. If the emperor doesn't give him this thigh, and he offends the nobles in the palace, wouldn't it be a big loss?
Adhering to the principle of caution, Chu Feng followed the moon pool and saw the queen again.
But along the way, he kept staring at Yuechi's waist.
What I was thinking about was the scene last night: "This is the only one who can replace the Queen. I wonder, did the Emperor have a good time last night?"
Chu Feng laughed as he thought about it.
Yuechi turned around and looked at Chu Feng with a lewd smile: "What dirty things are you thinking about again?"
Chu Feng quickly put away his thoughts: "Nothing else."
Yuechi glanced at Chu Feng, and finally said: "Wait here."
Chu Feng disagreed in his heart, but after Yue Chi left, he looked around boredly, but suddenly he heard several maids discussing in the distance: "What should we do?"
Chu Feng's mind changed: "Oh, this is an NPC, giving out another mission?"
Since he has decided to live under someone else's roof for the time being, before this dog emperor clearly expresses his acceptance, he needs to please everyone and cannot offend anyone.
With this in mind, Chu Feng quietly moved to the corner and looked at the two little maids who were whispering under the flower tree at the door but with sad faces: "Two sisters, what are you worried about?"
The one on the left is slightly taller, but not as good-looking as the one on the right: "There will be a Hundred Flowers Banquet tomorrow. The one in the Chuxiu Palace held the imperial dining room tightly, but suggested that everyone should bring their own food.
By sharing a meal together, isn't it obvious that you want to gain favor with the palace?"
Chu Feng nodded in understanding, but he didn't agree in his heart.
But what he didn't expect was that the queen didn't see him either, and just asked Yuechi to bring the antidote for the Three-Day Duanchang Pill.
It's just a mini version.
"The Empress has a lot of work to do, so I specifically asked you to tell me that since the Emperor has not driven you away, then you can work as an eyeliner in the Qianqing Palace. If you take this antidote, you will have no worries for seven days."
When Chu Feng heard this, he was very unhappy in his heart, but his expression didn't show it: "Sister Yuechi, I heard that our queen has encountered some difficulties. If I can provide some food prescriptions, the queen can be solved."
My queen’s problem, do you think this antidote should be given to me?”
The queen's voice suddenly sounded from behind the door: "I heard others say that you show off your power in the court. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect..."
Seeing the queen's slightly unhappy expression, Chu Feng was a little confused.
Logically speaking, the queen is the master of the middle palace. Chu Feng has insulted the envoys of other countries. Why should the queen be unhappy?
But Chu Feng didn't know that the queen was eager to shake the emperor's throne. If not, how could her brother have a chance?
But when the queen laid her eyes on Chu Feng's face, she suddenly smiled: "Hit, you are just a person who seizes the opportunity to climb up. I will give you a chance. If you can make me happy, I will give you
Your antidote."
An arrogant expression appeared on Chu Feng's face again. If the poems and paintings were here, he would definitely shout: "It's coming, it's coming! This is what it looks like!"
"If we want to suppress other people's eating, we must have a dish that is novel enough and also overbearing, but the Queen still allows me to show off." Chu Feng smiled slightly, and then said: "I have two requirements.
In addition to several cooks, you must also give me a blacksmith."
