As the day passed, an insider in the palace leaked the news that the emperor had been coughing up blood since the morning court session. He was so angry that he executed the people he had recruited to refine the elixir of immortality, and then he fainted.
Everyone in the palace was in a state of panic, fearing that they would be killed if they were not careful.
The princes outside the palace were ready to make a move. Feng Qingwu was now under house arrest in the imperial mausoleum and was injured. No matter what, when he recovered, the country would have changed hands. How could it be the turn of him, the old prince?
On the surface, the capital city remained the same as usual, but secretly, there was a turbulent situation.
Prime Minister Chu's residence was still very quiet.
Chu Yanyan stayed in her own yard, spending the whole day either sleeping or writing this and that, and her life was very comfortable.
He rubbed his eyes and wrote on the paper with an ink pen.
Suddenly, a voice came from my ear: "The writing has improved a lot."
Chu Yanyan stopped what he was doing and looked up at the person who came. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Why are you here? Aren't you in the imperial mausoleum?"
"What about me? I said not to let you go back to the East Palace, so I can't come to find you?" Feng Qingwu looked at the stunned Chu Yanyan with a smile in the corner of his eyes.
Chu Yanyan pursed her lips and changed the subject: "I heard that you were stabbed."
"That's fake," Feng Qingwu said, grabbing Chu Yanyan's waist and forcing himself to take his place on the chair. Finding the chair could only hold one person, he simply picked Chu Yanyan up and placed him on his lap.
Chu Yanyan was so shocked by his trick that the ink pen in her hand touched the paper and crossed out some of the words he had originally written.
He was a little angry, gritted his teeth, and looked at the man behind him with anger in his eyes: "Feng Qingwu, you have destroyed all my writing."
"You're quite brave, calling me by my name. Let me see what you wrote."
Feng Qingwu said this, hugging Chu Yanyan's waist tightly. He picked up the ink-soaked paper, only able to make out a few words, and read out the words on the paper: "Plow design, dig a hole in the middle of the plow tip, fix it with a wooden wedge... adjust the depth..."
As he read, Feng Qingwu's expression changed. Some parts of the words were covered with ink and could not be seen clearly.
But even so, he was still quite excited. He looked at the man who was furious and said, "Yanyan, how did you come up with these?"
Chu Yanyan glanced at him and said, "This is an idea derived from ancient texts."
"Very good, very good. I didn't expect that you have such a valuable spirit of re-creation." When Feng Qingwu heard this, he looked at Chu Yanyan with an even different look, with admiration in his eyes.
Chu Yanyan looked at him with complicated eyes: "You should praise those predecessors mentioned earlier, and let me go, I want to sleep."
Feng Qingwu placed the paper covered with handwriting on the table, picked up the person with both hands, and walked towards the bed: "Okay, let's sleep together."
As he spoke, he didn't forget to steal a kiss.
When Feng Qingwu put the person on the bed and was about to climb onto the bed after taking off his shoes, he saw Chu Yanyan lying quietly on the bed without moving.
He gradually slowed down, climbed up, and lay on his side, caressing Chu Yanyan's face. His fingers brushed the tears that fell from the corners of the young man's eyes. His heart was tugged, and he asked softly, "What's wrong? Did I make you angry?"
"Your behavior makes me very angry. I am the son of the prime minister, but you treat me like a male concubine. You can do whatever you want to me. Just like the house I live in now, you can do whatever you want to me and no one can stop you." Chu Yanyan said aggrievedly.
The tears in my eyes could no longer be controlled and fell down.
It looks so pitiful.
Anyway, Feng Qingwu was somewhat moved. He wiped the tears from Chu Yanyan's eyes and kissed the young man's rosy cheek: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
Chu Yanyan clenched his fist and lightly hit Feng Qingwu's shoulder: "Feng Qingwu, how do you feel about me? I don't like you being with other people, can you do this?"
How do you feel about Chu Yanyan?
It is definitely not as simple as it seems, but as a dignified prince, it is a bit hard for him to make a promise to someone he has known for less than a month, but it is even more impossible for him to hand that person over to others, and he does not want anyone to leave his side.
So he replied, "I want you to be with me, and you are not allowed to have feelings for anyone else."
Chu Yanyan nodded and sniffed. Her eyes were red, but she was no longer crying. With a nasal tone, she asked, "What about the rest?"
"You don't want me to be with other people, Chu Yanyan, do you want me to be your husband and wife for the rest of my life?" Feng Qingwu asked him back.
Chu Yanyan clutched Feng Qingwu's clothes tightly, and moved closer to the man's chest, and responded muffledly: "Hmm."
When they were in the Eastern Palace, Feng Qingwu had felt Chu Yanyan's jealousy, but now that Yanyan could question him, it showed that the other party cared about him. He hugged the person in his arms tightly: "It depends on how someone behaves."
"Hmm?" Chu Yanyan raised her head and came out of Feng Qingwu's arms: "What do you mean?"
He asked, kissing the corner of the man's mouth, pretending to be confused and said, "Is that so?"
Feng Qingwu's eyes grew dark, and then, thinking of Chu Yanyan's reaction just now, he pretended to be reserved: "Of course, if you don't want to forget it, then forget it."
The system eavesdropped on their conversation in the system space, rolled its non-existent eyes, and muttered, "Yan Yanzi would not be willing, boy, you just fell into the trap of the cunning rabbit, he is very willing!"
Chu Yanyan bit her lip, stopped what she was doing, moved from Feng Qingwu's arms to the corner, and said, "Okay, let's go to bed."
"Okay, go to sleep." Feng Qingwu knew that he had missed the opportunity for the beauty to take the initiative, and he was very depressed, but it didn't matter. After all, he wanted to prove to Chu Yanyan that he was not that superficial person, not...
After lights out.
Chu Yanyan opened her eyes and didn't feel anyone behind her, feeling depressed.
Why didn't Feng Qingwu take the initiative? It seemed like he had no choice but to take the initiative himself.
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, pretended to be asleep, and rolled into the man's arms.
Feeling the warm chest, I squinted my eyes comfortably.
Chu Yanyan's hands were touching everything around.
Not knowing what he had touched, the man gasped.
When Chu Yanyan couldn't help but smile, the man whispered, "Little liar."
Chu Yanyan opened her eyes and met the man's lustful eyes, and immediately felt something was wrong.
Then came the overwhelming kisses.
But at this point, it was no use pretending to cry.
In the second half of the night, the real work just began.
There were faint sounds in the silent yard, sometimes low and sometimes long, but unfortunately no one could hear them.
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