Legitimate Daughter of the Minister

Feng Yun Zheng put down his pen. Hearing Ye Feng's report, Feng Hua Jue revealed a doting look on his face, "She's getting smarter and smarter. He did well tonight as well, letting the enemies mess up their own formation.

Before the crown prince was crippled, many royal relatives wanted to marry their daughters to the Ninth Prince. However, the Ninth Prince had never let it go, and had never seen him care about any woman.

Because of this, there was even the rumor of a Ninth Prince with a broken sleeve in the capital. And now, because of a Prime Minister's Palace, he actually revealed such a smile.

"It's almost dawn. You can leave now." Feng Yun Zheng let Ye Feng leave, and his gaze landed on the portrait he had just finished drawing —

The child in the portrait was more than eight years old. He wore a water-blue intertwined conifer, a silver dress with a raised thread. His face was round, innocent and bright, and his eyes carried a warm smile …

That year, I met her in the most splendid years, but I was so poor that I never caught her eye.

"Your Highness …"

At this time, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the study room. The servant girl Yin Huan brought a bowl of soup over, lowered her head and placed it beside Feng Yun Zheng, then said gently, "Your Highness, here are your supplements."

"Put it down." He didn't even raise his head as he spoke.

After a while, and hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, Feng Yun Zheng paused and raised his head. He saw that the servant girl was still standing in front of the table and her shadow had landed on Xiao Xiyue's portrait, causing him to be unable to see the person painted on it clearly.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

As Yin Huan looked at his handsome face, her face reddened a little. She thought to herself, the elegance of Ninth Prince is really something no one can compare to, but it's a pity … He was forbidden by the Emperor to participate in the palace's political affairs, but even so, it did not affect his charm in the slightest.

On the contrary, he was even more charming than before.

Feng Yun Zheng looked at the bowl of soup beside him. The milky white soup reflected the candlelight and slightly swayed. He raised his head and drank the soup.

Only then did Yin Huan pick up the bowl and walk out.

The sky gradually brightened.

Feng Yun Zheng finally finished his last stroke, put down the brush and ink, stretched his body a bit, then stood up and said: "Bath."

"Yes." A few years ago, Ninth Prince began to have the habit of bathing in the morning. It was said that a child said that he stank, so he could only wash in the morning before going out.

Feng Yun Zheng stood in front of the bath, opened his arms, and, with a tall and handsome body, the servants took off his clothes for him, then retreated.

His upper body was bare as he leaned against the wall of the bucket. He slowly closed his eyes as a fragrant smell drifted in the air. He was like a god, spotless and faintly discernible in the swirling water vapor.

A standard figure, a straight nose, sexy lips, two dark red points, a firm and broad pectoral muscle, eyes moving downwards — it was those eight hard, muscular abdominal muscles, and below them was …

… ….

… ….

"Your Highness, it's time to change …" Feng Yun Zheng opened his eyes, and looked emotionlessly at the servant girl who slowly walked in with the white long garment in her hands.

She walked to the side of the bath and bent down to put Feng Yun Zheng's clothes on the side. As she bent over, her front lapel inadvertently slid down, revealing her snow white shoulders. Feng Yun Zheng sat in the bath and looked at her coldly.

"Your Highness, the drawing that you placed on the desk, Servant, was just rolled up by you and placed into a painting tube. I wonder who the person drawing is? "Yah …"

Feng Yun Zheng suddenly reached out and pulled his into his embrace, causing his to fall into his embrace, his face burning hot against her chest. She took the opportunity to grab onto his neck, and listened to his powerful heartbeat.

"Do you want This King to do this?" Feng Yun Zheng asked sinisterly.

"Your Highness …" Yin Huan's face was flushed red, his eyes were blurred, and he could not suppress the joy and excitement in his heart. He gently caressed his body.

"Ahh …" Suddenly, a pained expression appeared on her face. Then, she was pushed back by Feng Yun Zheng, causing her body to be thrown away like a piece of trash. She landed by the side of the bath and with a crisp sound, all her bones were broken.

Only to see that with a flick of Feng Yun Zheng's finger, he stood up, and the white embroidered robe had already landed on his body, wrapping around his tall body, revealing only the area in front of his chest.

"Your Highness …" Hearing movements, the night wind rushed over, and saw the collapsed Silver Ring on the ground. Silver Ring had his eyes opened wide, and looked at Feng Yun Zheng in disbelief.

The material slipped down, exposing a large part of her snow-white skin. There were some words written on the cloth, which he quickly took a look at, stood up and said, "Indeed, it's the Fourth Prince's people. About... "I've been moved to the depths of my heart, which is why I've revealed my secret …"

Feng Yun Zheng raised his eyes and looked at his indifferently.

"This subordinate deserves to die!" Ye Feng lowered his head.

Feng Yun Zheng no longer looked at the person on the ground, and said coldly: "This woman is trying to seduce this king, drag her out, and she'll be killed by the staff!"

"Yes." The night breeze signaled the guards outside the screen to come in, pulling the servant who was still breathing out. No one knew that a person had suddenly died here.

"How's the list?" Feng Yun Zheng asked.

"The confirmation has been made according to the directions given by His Highness. After careful investigation, the majority of these people are inextricably linked to the Fourth Prince." The night wind said.

"Then, let's take care of them one by one." Fourth royal brother, ah, fourth royal brother, you had let down your life in your previous life, now you will have to repay them all!

At this moment, the sky was already bright as the sun shone into the Prince Heng's Mansion. Everything was new again, as if the first night had not happened at all.

Feng Yun Zheng walked out dressed in his white gown, the orange light enveloping his body, his white robe was also dyed with gold, and as he walked forward, he unknowingly managed to take back the light of the sun and moon.

The servants stood with their heads bowed. They could not help but feel that it was a pity that such an outstanding person had suffered such a terrible fate because he was in the same boat as the crown prince.

His Highness's future must be very miserable, the Emperor only allowed him to keep the title, just for the sake of the fatherly and fatherly duo, and left him with a mansion.

After all, a princes was not allowed to enter the palace. Moreover, he had been intimately close to the crown prince, so he must have many secrets on his person. Who knew how many people would want to persecute him?

Feng Yun Zheng's heart was clear as a mirror. He knew everyone's thoughts, but he maintained his composure.

But in reality —

He was reborn, how could he let go of the opportunity to take revenge? He must turn the tables and change the outcome!

"Your Highness, the empress has sent the imperial decree." He had obtained a top-quality jade flute, and was playing around with it when the head steward of the manor, Liu Xun, walked in and bowed his head.

Empress? That poor woman? Feng Yun Zheng put down the jade flute in his hand, and asked: "What's the matter?"

"Esteemed wangfei said that the prince has long passed the age of marriage and is currently idle at home. It's time for him to choose his consort, so she personally selected a few for you. Please have a look."

Feng Yun Zheng's face revealed a smile that was unclear as he reached out to receive the paper, and the words written on it were:

Shang Shu Fu Liu Xi Ren, Ouyang Yuan from the Middle School, Ru Yang from the Censorate … There were five of them.

Everyone's situation was very clear and thorough. Age, height, weight, skin color …

Every single person on the list was related to the Queen's family. She was panicking now, afraid that the Abandoned Crown Prince would lose his last bit of support, afraid that he would no longer care about the crown prince, afraid that he would be so free and unruly from then on. Therefore, she wanted to use a woman to keep him, and his heart as well.

"Leave it." Feng Yun Zheng threw the namelist on the table beside him and said indifferently, as if he did not care about it at all.

"Your Highness, this …" How should we reply to the Empress? " The current Ninth Prince was no longer the high-spirited person from before. He had to be careful with every step in order to preserve his life. Liu Xun, as the butler who had watched Feng Yun Zheng grow up, felt extremely worried for him.

Feng Yun Zheng played with the jade Xiao Yumei for a moment, then smiled: "If you go back to the empress, tell them that I already have someone in my heart that I want."

When Liu Xun heard this, he was shocked. He had never seen His Highness express his intentions to any woman, so why did it suddenly... As he thought about it, he understood again that this was more or less an excuse for His Highness to reject the empress.

"Yes, Your Highness." Liu Xun put the paper away and left with a trace of apprehension.

Feng Yun Zheng placed the jade flute by his lips, and a trace of a melodious flute melody leaked out from his lips.

It was about time to meet her.

After the incident that set the Purple Cloud Academy on fire, Lian Yan Qing began to investigate it all. Everyone in the Prime Minister's Palace was panic-stricken, and some even said that they heard a ghost wailing behind the mountains.

Later on, it was even his mother who severely reprimanded a chattering servant girl before stopping everyone from talking.