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043 Death Free Gold Medal

[69 Book Bar - www.] "Your temper is too arrogant and cold. In this dynasty where imperial power is supreme, it is easy to offend some people who should not be offended. Use your own brain to think about what you should ask for from the emperor."

What's best for you?" Feng Xiye smiled slightly, her voice as clear as the flowing clouds in the sky, and a bit ethereal, inspiring her.

"Gold medal for immunity from death." These four words came to mind and blurted out.

Feng Xiye nodded her head, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, a slight smile flowed, and her whole face was like white jade spreading out its brilliance, warm and soft.

"It'll be clear at first glance. You are very smart. When you get in front of Emperor Lan later, don't speak. I will tell you for you."

"Feng Xiye, you are very strange, as elusive as a mystery. You are the prime minister personally appointed by Emperor Lan. It can be seen that he trusts you. Logically speaking, you should be facing him. But today you

But you help me with everything, why?" Leng Wuxin was extremely confused and asked.

"There is no reason, just help if you like it."

Feng Xiye smiled softly, as if the spring breeze in March was blowing, warming people's hearts. But why, she saw a cunning fox under that gentle appearance, Leng Wuxin frowned in confusion, and her cold voice floated

out.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't ask, let's go over there."

Feng Xiye had a clear smile on her face, nodded, and the two of them walked over.

"Feng Aiqing, how are you?" Emperor Lan asked eagerly.

"Your Majesty, there are many people talking here, can you please take a moment to speak?" Before approaching, Feng Xiye suppressed the warm smile on her face, pretended to be in a dilemma, raised her eyes and said.

Emperor Lan nodded slightly and waved his hand, and everyone moved away in a wise manner. Only the thin Feng Xiye and the tall and tall Emperor Lan were left.

"Your Majesty, the minister has just advised Miss Wu Xin. She agreed to cancel the latter punishment." After a pause, he continued: "But Miss Wu Xin also said it. After today, there will be a certain relationship between her and Princess Yi Qing."

It was a grudge, and in order to save her life, she wanted to ask the emperor for something." Feng Xiye gave up and waited for Emperor Lan to fall into the trap.

"What is it?" Although he had a vague idea of ​​what it was, Emperor Lan still followed his words and asked.

"I don't know where Miss Wuxin heard that the emperor had ordered someone to forge a gold medal for immunity from death. This is what she wants." Feng Xiye lowered her head slightly, looking extremely respectful.

"Are you sure it wasn't what you just revealed to her?" As an emperor, Emperor Lan was suspicious by nature, and Emperor Lan was no exception. His eyes shot towards Feng Xiye with a sharp look, as if he wanted to see through him.

"I am grateful to the emperor for knowing me and sitting on the position of prime minister. I am too late to be grateful to the emperor, so how can I betray the emperor?" Feng Xiye's facial expression was unparalleled in seriousness and respect, and she clarified for herself.

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"I believe you. Tell Leng Wuxin that I will send someone to send you the gold medal to avoid death. I will return to the palace first."

After saying that, Emperor Lan led the people away from the polo ground. He couldn't let him watch his daughter get into the table with his own eyes, which would be embarrassing. Before leaving, he looked at Leng Wuxin with a majestic look, and there was a hint of deep meaning.

, intriguing.

After Emperor Lan rolled his sleeves and left, Feng Xiye conveyed his words to Leng Wuxin. Leng Wuxin thanked her and turned her eyes to Sima Yiqing. An evil smile appeared on the corner of her lips and she approached her step by step.

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"Princess Yiqing, please. I will draw a beard for you myself, and I will make sure you look more beautiful." Pointing to the table outside the fence, Leng Wuxin's cold voice floated out like the devil's voice from hell, and he said angrily.

"Brother Prince, my father has given up. You love Yiqing the most. Please help me. If I really get into the table, how will I behave in the future? Instead of being laughed at by everyone, it would be better to live in a dead state."
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