Nangong Qing, who was already deep in thought, had no idea that the emperor would make this move. He could only accept the imperial edict with both hands and responded in a procedural way: "Thank you, Lord, for your kindness. Long live my emperor."
Seeing this, Eunuch Li thought that Nangong Qing couldn't bear the blow, so he quickly walked forward and helped Nangong Qing, who was kneeling on the ground, with both hands. He said with concern: "Master Nangong, don't be like this. The emperor is just unhappy for a moment, let alone
I just let you take care of yourself at home, but I didn't cut off your salary. Your salary seems to be even more than before."
As soon as Nangong Qing heard this, he said smoothly: "Eunuch Li, I just feel guilty and can no longer contribute to our emperor." It was as if every word in his tone expressed his loyalty to the emperor.
Seeing this, Eunuch Li nodded, but before he could say anything, Nangong Qing preemptively ordered: "Take Eunuch Li to have some tea! Take a rest!" Naturally, I gave Eunuch Li some money, so I won't mention it here.
Lin Huayan was confused when he heard this imperial edict. Upon seeing this, Nangong Qing directly ordered his servants to send Lin Huayan back to the bedroom.
Nangong Qing sat alone on a chair and continued to meditate. He didn't understand what Feng Aoyang wanted to do. Why did he let himself take care of himself at home at this time? How could he sit at home and watch the fight between tigers and tigers at this time? Nangong Qing
He was puzzled, shook his head, picked up the tea at hand, and suddenly felt a trace of hatred for the emperor in his heart. When he let himself go to the battlefield,
, didn’t say anything, but now that he lost the battle, he began to blame himself. Yueyao was also harmed by their royal family. She had paid so much, but she only came home to retire. Are those eight words just written for herself?
Look! It’s not true! Nangong Qing threw the cup in his hand to the ground excitedly, and the fine bone china cup shattered into pieces on the ground.
It seems that I really have to start protecting myself and my family. Nothing is more important than my family.
"Let her go back to the house." Nangong Qing ordered the housekeeper beside him, who nodded and walked out.
"What?!" Shi Mouyuan punched Nanmu's couch angrily, "The emperor actually made him a first-class minister? He even made his wife a first-class lady!" Shi Mouyuan was furious.
I wanted to stand up, but the pain on my butt made me grin.
"Master Shi, don't be angry." A middle-aged man with a sly eyebrow on the side persuaded him, "Didn't the emperor still let him take care of himself at home?" The middle-aged man continued in a sullen tone.
This man with sinister features and sly eyes was named Bai Licheng, and all the officials called him White Fox. He was smooth-tongued and scheming. He often hung out with Shi Mouyuan, and the two of them were notorious for their evil deeds.
When Shi Mouyuan heard this, he paused for a moment and did not continue to say anything.
"Haha, we can't take him lightly in the future." Shi Mouyuan calmed down, but he was thinking about how to deal with him in the future.
In the purified Zhongzheng Hall, under the dim candlelight, Feng Aoran sat alone on the couch. Next to him, a gorgeously dressed woman was serving him a cup of tea.
"Your Majesty, what are you worried about?" Concubine Wan asked cautiously.
"Wan Fei, Ran'er is not around. Look, this huge and gorgeous palace is deserted..."