Boss, She is Unparalleled

Chapter 1144 The Tyrant Takes Medicine (22)

The next day, Jiang Yu let the two go back according to the original plan.

Feng Pu didn't want to at first because his stomach hurts.

In order to make things difficult for Luo Cong, Jiang Yu asked someone to arrange a carriage and sent Feng Pu back to the Marquis of Wu'an.

Even at noon, Jiang Yu still remembered the resentful look in Feng Pu's eyes when he left.

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As soon as Feng Pu returned to the Hou Mansion, Luo Cong called him into the palace before the bench was warmed up.

"Why is Feng Pu still alive? Ayu, did you fail?" Luo Cong asked anxiously.

Feng Pu immediately wanted to roll his eyes. Of course he is alive and well, and then he rambled, "Feng Pu defended me tightly, and I couldn't find a chance to get close."

"Why don't you have a chance? You're so..." Luo Cong was just about to say why Jiang Yu didn't use beauty to seduce him when he was so beautiful, when he suddenly found that the person in front of him was a little different from before.

Although Luo Zong has no talent for governing the country, he has been emperor for two years anyway, so he is still vigilant.

"Who are you? You are not Ayu!"

Whenever Jiang Yu was not gentle and careless in front of him, he was probably the only one who could enjoy this honor in the whole world.

Feng Pu wanted to roll his eyes for the second time, believe it or not when I said that I am Emperor Tianshuo, "I am Jiang Yu."

Luo Cong hesitated, and asked again, "Are you really Jiang Yu?"

Feng Pu: "Yes." While speaking, he deeply doubted how such a stupid person ascended to the throne of God.

"Did they do anything to you when you were in Emperor Tianshuo?"

"No."

"Didn't they lobby you?"

".No."

"Have you heard any news from Tianshuo?"

".No." You ask me in front of me if I have heard the news, please show some face, Nanlinghuang.

Not three in a row made Luo Cong angry.

Could it be that she has been sitting in Tianshuo for so long, waiting to die, doing nothing?

"Okay, you go out first." Luo Cong's original hope was broken in an instant, and he almost lost the strength to speak.

Feng Pu performed a full set of plays, saluted and exited the imperial study.

Before he walked a few steps, he saw a pair of Yijia approaching from a distance.

Feng Pu recognized that it was a queen-grade sedan chair, and stood sideways, waiting for the sedan chair to pass by.

Who knew that the sedan chair stopped in front of him.

"Marquis Wu'an was arrested a few days ago, is there a serious problem?" The woman in a fine attire got on the sedan chair and looked at the young man standing there with a high attitude, as if she could crush this man under her feet.

Feng Pu narrowed his eyes and looked at the ground under his feet, "I am very kind, please trouble the empress to make a note."

Ge Daiyun scoffed, when did Jiang Yu become so talkative?

"Don't enter the palace if you have nothing to do. Father is free recently." After saying this ambiguous sentence, the sedan chair left again.

Feng Pu raised his eyebrows, what does Ge Hongxi have to do if he is idle?

Suddenly recalling what Jiang Yu said earlier, Ge Hongxi and her have always been opposites in the court, and she immediately understood.

Feng Pu lowered his eyes and brushed off his wide sleeves, and snorted inexplicably, this Nanling has internal and external troubles, won't he take the death that is worthy of Luo Zong as soon as possible?

He had to go back and lie down on the bed quickly, this menstrual incident made him feel uncomfortable all over, and his feet were floating.

The Nanling Emperor also let him enter the palace, but there was no sedan chair to enter the palace, so he had to walk to the imperial study.

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After a night's rest, Feng Pu felt that the discomfort in his lower abdomen was relieved a lot.

Lifting the quilt, there are two hot water bottles inside.

Asking the maid who came to attend to the dress to step back, Feng Pu rummaged through the cabinet for a while, and found the court dress with beasts embroidered on the chest.

good noon