Rebirth: The flatterer prince I raised couldn't be so clingy

Some concubines from the harem had arrived one after another just now. They gathered together and secretly glanced at Feng Zhanye and whispered to each other.

Concubine De knelt quietly in front of the altar, waiting for the Taoists to start the ceremony of worshipping the Three Pure Ones. She didn't even need to listen carefully, as she could tell from the tone of their voices that what they said was definitely not good.

She glanced at them inconspicuously and it seemed that only Shu Fei, although sitting with them, did not say anything and just listened quietly.

At this time, seeing Queen Zou, dressed in a luxurious phoenix robe, stepping into the hall, everyone turned around and saluted.

Concubine De turned around, placed the whisk in her hand on her arm, made a hand gesture and led everyone in the hall to salute respectfully.

"The Queen, your majesty, is well."

"Well, everyone, get up."

Empress Zou had a dignified look on her face as she looked around the hall's layout. Her eyes swept all the way around and finally stopped on the tablet of Concubine Hui placed in the center of the altar.

The gilded name engraved on the tablet was particularly eye-catching.

In a trance, a cold gaze seemed to be staring at her, like a poisonous snake lurking in a swamp at night, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Queen Zou seemed to be aware of something and tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting Feng Zhanye's.

The unpleasant look disappeared.

The young man beside the altar just stood there quietly. Although he was dressed very ordinary, his extremely outstanding face made him stand out from the crowd and was quite eye-catching.

Just like his mother whose ghost lingers around after her death, she is disgusting.

Queen Zou showed an unpredictable smile: "I haven't seen Ye'er for a long time. You have grown so tall. It seems that you are used to living outside the palace."

If someone else heard it, they would naturally think that Queen Zou was just giving a routine greeting. In fact, she was just taking the opportunity to mock him secretly.

She knew Feng Zhanye could understand, but she didn't expect that he was not as emotional as the last time he pleaded for Concubine Hui. Instead, he just gave her a faint smile in response.

"Thanks to the Queen, I am fine."

It was more like a polite greeting to an elder according to routine rules.

Queen Zou's eyebrows twitched and she felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't know whether he really didn't hear it or was pretending to be stupid.

However, what kind of waves can a young boy who knows nothing make?

Queen Zou suppressed her smile, turned her head with disdain and walked into the hall. Cao Shuyi, who was behind her, also walked in, as well as the palace maid, Xian Zhi.

Cao Shuyi looked at Feng Zhanye and sneered, then followed Queen Zou forward.

Feng Zhanye made a gesture behind him, and Mrs. Chen Qi took a step forward at the right time, holding a cup of tea in her hand and offering it to Feng Zhanye.

Xian Zhi, who was following behind Cao Shuyi, was looking over here quietly with his head down, as if he was looking at something.

Mrs. Chen Qi turned her head slightly to look at her, and saw that Xian Zhi's face froze, his body shook violently, and his footsteps paused.

Feng Zhanye saw every detail of Xian Zhi's performance. He lowered his head slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he took the teacup beside him.

In this way, the bait has been laid.

After that, all you have to do is wait for the murderer to take the bait.

At this time in the Imperial Library, Zuo Fuhong was sitting upright on a chair beside Emperor Yu's desk.

"The Northern Desert has been relatively peaceful these days. I heard that the Northern Desert Khan has recovered from his illness and has temporarily persuaded his brother to withdraw his troops and not to provoke the South again. Zuo Qing's prediction turned out to be correct."

Emperor Yu put down the memorial in his hand, looked up at Zuo Fuhong with a smile of approval in his eyes.

Zuo Fuhong bowed slightly, "Your Majesty, thank you for your praise."

Emperor Yu called the eunuch to serve tea to Zuo Fuhong, and he also picked up the bowl beside the table and took a sip of ginseng soup.

"The national treasury is not full now. If I listen to Marquis Guang'an's advice and send troops north, I will probably lose both my money and my men. But I am very curious, how did you persuade Guo Maoheng to give up sending troops?"

Zuo Fuhong looked at Emperor Yu's slightly curious eyes with his old eyes, and said slowly: "I am ashamed, this time, it was actually His Royal Highness Prince Duan who facilitated it."

"he?"

There was a hint of contempt in Emperor Yu's tone, but it was no wonder that he didn't believe it. It was just that Feng Zhan Ye was rarely seen in the palace before, and because of his evil spirit, he had never invited a tutor. He really didn't think that Feng Zhan Ye had such ability.

"I see that Marquis Guang'an is quite determined in the court and will not be easily shaken. How can he persuade him?"

Zuo Fuhong took a sip of tea during this break and silently put the teacup back on the table.

"It's not that he was persuaded, but he... detained the son of Lord Guo."

"What did you say? Why did he detain someone else's child for no reason?"

Emperor Yu's hand holding the bowl paused in mid-air, with obvious displeasure in his eyes.

"I don't know where Your Highness heard that my eldest son Cheng Yu knew Guang'an Marquis when he was young, and took the opportunity of Cheng Yu's wedding banquet to secretly take the son of Guang'an Marquis away, in order to ask Lord Guo to give up his political views."

Emperor Yu put down the ginseng soup in his hand and sneered, "So that's what happened. No wonder Guang'an Marquis's memorial came so suddenly. I thought he had some ability, but it turns out he only had some insignificant tricks."

"I failed to live up to your majesty's trust and failed to advise your highness."

Zuo Fuhong stood up and knelt with an embarrassed look. Upon seeing this, Emperor Yu hurriedly ordered the internal official Han who was waiting at the side to support him.

"Hurry up and get up... Zuo Qing, you don't have to blame yourself. I know what kind of stubborn person he is. It's all your credit that he hasn't caused any trouble or spread any absurd gossip in recent days."

"It is my honor to share your majesty's worries."

Zuo Fuhong stood up and sat back in his chair, smiling kindly as always, and changed the subject without leaving a trace.

"Yesterday, the Secretariat planned to start using a new method for refining salt, which has brought in a lot of salt tax revenue in recent days."

Emperor Yu nodded and said, "Yes, that's why I pardoned Yongning Marquis Gao Han and sent him back to the capital."

"I heard that Mr. Gao contacted the major families in Beijing in order to bring this refining method from Jiangnan. I wonder if it was instructed by Your Majesty?"

Zuo Fuhong spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he was just chatting.

Emperor Yu could understand what he meant and just waved his hand and smiled.

"It's okay. The Gao family is a family of Kyoto origin and has a close relationship with our dynasty for three generations. It's natural for them to return to the capital to maintain relations. Besides, Concubine De has already discussed this matter with me."

Zuo Fuhong's eyes flickered, and he laughed dryly: "Oh, so that's how it is. I was rude."

At this time, Han Neiguan, who was standing on the side, called out softly.

"His Majesty."

Emperor Yu turned around and heard him say, "Your Majesty, it is almost noon. Someone just came to inform us that the execution ground is ready."

Emperor Yu nodded slightly and stood up: "Yes, I understand. It's still early, Zuo Qing, please go down and rest for a while. When the ritual is over, you can leave the palace with Prince Duan."

"Yes."

Zuo Fuhong stood up to see him off respectfully, looking at the back of Emperor Yu as he left the Imperial Library, wondering what he was thinking.