Your Majesty, We’re Counting on You to Ruin the Country! 75

Chapter 75: Telepathy

“Your Majesty, the prince is awake.”

After Feng Jun slowly opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a soft bed. A few imperial physicians were standing by the bed, and surprisingly, Feng Changhuan was even leaning against the bed, resting with his eyes closed.

Seeing him awake, Feng Changhuan seemed to be relieved.

After the imperial physician had taken his pulse and examined him, he said, “Your Highness is fine now. You just need to take your medicine and have your bandages changed properly.”

Feng Changhuan nodded and waved his hand for all the physicians to leave.

Seeing that Feng Jun was probably still a little dazed after being unconscious for so long, he smiled. “Why are you so silly? Just a weak scholar with no strength to even bind a chicken, and you were thinking of blocking an arrow for me?”

Feng Jun stared blankly at him for a long while before belatedly saying, “Ah.”

Feng Changhuan looked at him, unable to help but laugh.

The Mafeisan used after pulling out the arrow probably hasn’t completely worn off yet. But this was good. He was less of his usual cunning and glib self, and looked quite cute in his daze.

Feng Jun struggled to reach for the teacup on the table. Seeing this, Feng Changhuan not only poured a cup of tea for him, but also thoughtfully brought it to his lips.

Feng Jun felt a little horrified.

“Your Majesty, am I not long for this world?”

To be so good to me all of a sudden, there must be something strange going on!

Feng Changhuan scraped his nose and said gently, “Silly, what nonsense are you talking about? I am being good to you. Don’t you like it?”

“…”

Feng Jun only felt a layer of goosebumps rise on his skin. After a long while, he changed the subject. “Where is the National Preceptor, Qin?”

Wen Ning’an had instructed him that Qin Zhaohuang was more important than Duo Bo or the enemy army, and that he must be brought back safely.

Feng Changhuan said, “To prevent the plague from spreading, Yu Qianshou has taken the National Preceptor, Qin, to a small hut in the nearby forest to live and be treated. The National Preceptor, Qin, has already written a letter to the capital to report his safety. You need not worry anymore.”

He then roughly told him about the events of the past few days and the turmoil in the capital.

After learning that Feng Qi was not dead, Feng Jun felt his mood brighten. He nodded. “Now that the dust has settled, I should also take the Southwest Army back…”

“You are not allowed.”

Feng Jun looked up in confusion.

Feng Changhuan said, “More than half of the towns in the southwest belong to me. Have you forgotten?”

“So?”

Feng Changhuan said as a matter of course, “So you, the King of the Southwest, naturally also belong to me.”

Feng Jun: “…”

Be reasonable!

Feng Changhuan added, “I want you to stay in Hong Xi and discuss governance with me. Besides, you have injuries. I am being considerate of you, not letting an envoy suffer the hardships of a long journey.”

Feng Jun thought to himself, No, thank you! I would crawl back even if I were crippled!

“Your Majesty is too kind. This prince… had better return to the southwest to recuperate. In any case, it is more comfortable in one’s own residence. I will not trouble Your Majesty. The southwest has high mountains and deep waters, and the scenery is pleasant. There are also many strange medicines, suitable for recuperation.”

“No trouble. The scenery in Hong Xi is also quite good. I will take you to a quiet villa to recuperate.” After saying this, without waiting for him to object, Feng Changhuan left the tent on his own.

Feng Jun wanted to bang his head against the wall.

I’ve been kidnapped… Help… Imperial Brother, help! Your younger brother has been taken a fancy to by a madman—

Taken a fancy to… that’s right!

Feng Jun suddenly remembered that on that day, when he was in a daze while the arrow was being pulled out, Feng Changhuan had kissed him!

Kissed! Kissed! He fucking kissed me!

With a “thud,” Feng Jun lay on the bed, devoid of any will to live, not moving at all.

“My life is over…”

The tense atmosphere in the capital slowly dissipated. The battlefield of that day had already been cleaned up, and the Li family’s power had collapsed. Li Yuxi’s death date had also been set. Duo Bo’s remaining forces had been completely cleared out. As for the traitor Gao Lan and the Fengzhou garrison, they were still being pursued.

Wen Ning’an and Feng Qi were also puzzled. Gao Lan should have rebelled because he was instigated by the Li family or Duo Bo. But now that both of these forces had fallen, who was protecting him now? Why did the court have no trace or clue of them at all?

These might have to become unsolved mysteries, but now that Fengzhou was without a garrison, the Left Army and the Li family’s army, under the leadership of Ren Feiyang and Li Huaisheng, had rushed back to Fengzhou to guard it. The court would probably have to conscript again. By the way, before leaving, Ren Feiyang had looked at Wen Ning’an’s stomach and was about to cry. Now that Wen Ning’an could not march, the responsibility of the Left Army had all fallen on him.

Feng Qi sat back on the Dragon Throne. During morning court, Wen Ning’an sat by his side. Their eyes would occasionally meet, full of tenderness, the envy of others.

Now, Li Luoyan’s situation in the palace was very subtle and awkward. Except for Li Huaisheng’s faction, her family’s power was gone, and the Emperor was now openly showing his affection for Wen Ning’an, with mutual respect. Li Luoyan had fallen from the clouds to hell overnight, suffering all kinds of scorn and ridicule. The servants she had bullied in the past, let alone offering a helping hand in her time of need, were now all scrambling to kick her while she was down.

However, these gossips about the emperor’s emotional entanglements did not affect Feng Qi and Wen Ning’an in the slightest. At this moment, they were accompanying Nan Xiliu for lunch.

In the main hall, the three of them sat around a table, silently picking at their food, no one speaking.

Nan Xiliu’s smile was a little stiff. She had originally only invited Feng Qi, but who knew he would bring Wen Ning’an along. Wen Ning’an’s smile was even stiffer. Feng Qi had invited him to eat together, and he really hadn’t expected there would be anyone else.

And it was this Nan Xiliu, who had improper thoughts about Feng Qi!

Wen Ning’an’s smile was still gentle, not revealing anything. But how could Feng Qi, who was so intimate with him, not know that he was angry?

Feng Qi felt very wronged. If he brought him along, he would be angry. If he didn’t, he would be even angrier. He couldn’t just turn his back on someone after they had sent troops to help, not even for a meal. After all, she was a dignified ruler of a country. If he refused, it would seem petty and as if he were thinking improper thoughts.

Anyway, Wen Ning’an couldn’t be calm about anything related to Nan Xiliu.

Perhaps the atmosphere was too stiff. Nan Xiliu smiled. “The specialty dishes of Bei Miao are indeed delicious. Your Majesty has put in a lot of thought.”

Wen Ning’an also smiled. “His Majesty has put in a lot of thought.”

“No thought, no thought. You’re too kind. I just gave an order. It was all decided by the imperial chef.” Feng Qi’s smile was even more brilliant.

Wen Ning’an picked up a piece of mutton, but before he could lift his chopsticks, it was snatched away by Feng Qi.

Seeing his puzzled look, Feng Qi immediately explained in a low voice, “You are pregnant. Don’t eat too much spicy food.”

Wen Ning’an smiled. “You like to eat it. I was originally getting it for you.”

Feng Qi blinked and slightly curved his lips.

Nan Xiliu sighed and smiled. “His Majesty and His Highness are truly in love, a harmonious union.”

With that, she took out a jade pendant from her robes and handed it to Wen Ning’an. “This is my meeting gift for His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“Thank you.” Wen Ning’an took it politely with both hands.

Nan Xiliu said, “I will be returning to Nanxiang tomorrow.”

Feng Qi nodded. “Thank you for coming south to help this time. As for the three cities in return, the contract will be delivered to the King of Nan tomorrow.”

“This gift is too precious.” Nan Xiliu shook her head. Feng Qi was truly cunning. To deliberately give her such a generous gift was to pave the way for the future. This way, next time he asked for help from Nanxiang, it would be difficult for her to refuse.

After the meal, Nan Xiliu was the first to leave.

She really couldn’t stay any longer. The way Wen Ning’an and Feng Qi looked at each other was too cloying. She knew they were not doing it on purpose, but the natural intimacy and trust that they revealed, on the contrary, made her heart ache even more.

Feng Qi truly likes Wen Ning’an, a love that goes deep into the bones.

After her figure disappeared from the doorway, Feng Qi turned to Wen Ning’an. “Are you full? If not, continue to eat.”

Wen Ning’an smiled. “I’m full.”

“You… you’re not angry, are you?”

“No.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Feng Qi, on the contrary, was dissatisfied. “Yixin, why aren’t you angry? Aren’t you jealous?”

Wen Ning’an smiled. “I was a little angry at first, but after thinking about it, I felt it was not right, so I’m not angry anymore. But do you want me to be angry?”

Feng Qi pouted, a little emotional.

“Yixin, I’ve discovered that you have never thrown a tantrum at me or demanded anything.”

Wen Ning’an smiled. “You have already given me enough. Why should I be unreasonable?”

He had never asked for anything in return. To be like this now was already extremely happy.

“Yixin… why are you so good?” Feng Qi reached out and pulled him into his embrace, rubbing against him hard.

Wen Ning’an smiled. “What’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing. My brain was squeezed.”

Holding him, Feng Qi seemed to have remembered something. “Yixin, I haven’t told you yet. We will be leaving for the Plum Blossom Villa tomorrow.”

Wen Ning’an was stunned and looked up at him.

Feng Qi smiled. “I know you like villas, and there are only the two of us there. We can peacefully welcome Long’er there, and admire the plum blossoms and the snow.”

Wen Ning’an smiled and pecked his chin.

He had never had to ask for anything, because Feng Qi understood everything he wanted.

The forest outside the city was already covered in white snow. The withered branches were laden with winter snow, desolate and bleak.

There was a small wooden hut in the forest, simple and old, but the holes in the walls had all been repaired, and with a charcoal fire inside, it was warm and comfortable.

Qin Zhaohuang was originally leaning against the bed, reading a letter sent from the capital, but from the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but keep looking at Yu Qianshou.

At this moment, he was wearing a veil and a black long robe, cutting vegetables and cooking by the stove. His movements were not very skilled, but they were very careful. Qin Zhaohuang found it extremely strange.

He felt that Yu Qianshou, in this state, looked as if he were making a dark dish… the kind that would poison you to death if you ate it.

“Why are you keep looking at me?” Yu Qianshou felt a scorching gaze on his back.

Qin Zhaohuang shook his head, then realized that Yu Qianshou had his back to him and couldn’t see, so he said, “These past few days, seeing you cook and do housework, I find it very strange.”

Yu Qianshou turned and raised an eyebrow. “You want to do it?”

Qin Zhaohuang immediately hugged a soft pillow and fell back onto the bed, saying weakly, “I am a patient.”

Yu Qianshou shook his head.

Qin Zhaohuang protested, “When can you take off that veil? Anyway, there are only the two of us here. I know you’re ugly. No need to cover it.”

Yu Qianshou did not answer.

Playing dead again!

Qin Zhaohuang jumped off the bed, came to his side, and stood on his tiptoes to pull off his veil.

“Stop fooling around,” Yu Qianshou frowned, reaching out to block his waving claws.

Qin Zhaohuang said angrily, “Don’t always treat me like a child.”

Yu Qianshou said coolly, “You look like a three-year-old child right now.”

Qin Zhaohuang looked straight at him.

Yu Qianshou thought he was about to give up, but who knew that the next moment, Qin Zhaohuang would lean over and press his own lips against his.

The soft touch through the veil made Yu Qianshou stiffen, petrified on the spot. He forgot to push him away and forgot how to react. He heard Qin Zhaohuang’s muffled voice in his ear, “A child wouldn’t do this.”