The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"Sometimes I feel that fate is playing tricks on me. In fact, being an emperor is not what I want. On the contrary, I think practicing martial arts is quite interesting. I am very happy to feel my own cultivation and realm improving day by day."

Zhao Qiuyan also felt a little emotional and helpless. Her personality had been like this since she was a child and she was not suitable to be an emperor at all.

Emperor Xuan of Song had already long ago established her eldest brother as the heir to the throne. Originally, her eldest brother was the crown prince and only needed to wait for his father to pass away, and then he could naturally become the emperor.

No one expected that her elder brother was secretly colluding with the imperial concubine of Emperor Xuan of Song. After the matter was exposed, she had no choice but to make a desperate attempt.

In the end, the prince's rebellion was finally resisted by the imperial guards led by Lord Xinling, Lady Xinling's husband, who then received reinforcements from Zhang Ling, who was then the prime minister, and Lord Dongyang and others.

"What a joke! I never thought Your Majesty would also have worries."

Ye Feng was stunned at first. In the dark moonlight, there was a sly smile on his handsome face. He did not expect that Zhao Qiuyan, who was obsessed with martial arts and had a pure mind, would say the four words "fate plays tricks on us". It really surprised him.

"Do you really think I'm a martial arts fanatic? Don't I even have any worries?" Zhao Qiuyan looked at Ye Feng pretending to be a little annoyed.

Following the night, looking at that face with clear outlines, handsome and resolute, it seems that there is always a calm look on that face.

Since Ye Feng came to the Song Dynasty more than a year ago, the entire dynasty has undergone tremendous changes. Although she did not pay attention to it, she saw it all.

The man in front of me, who governs the country, fights wars, writes poetry, and except for martial arts, is like a bottomless abyss that always makes people want to explore deeper.

"That's not it."

Ye Feng had a smile on his face. Zhao Qiuyan's expression was quite interesting. He took out a pot of wine, two small wine glasses, and a stack of fragrant braised beef, and placed them on the jade table in front of the two of them.

Hua Hua Hua...

The wine jug is slowly poured out, and the aroma of wine spreads. The fragrance is refreshing, making people feel comfortable in all their internal organs, and all the pores in the body are dilated.

Ye Feng also couldn't help but sigh that wine played an important role in China's thousands of years of civilization, and it was not without reason.

When your thoughts are unclear and you have some insignificant worries, drink three or two cups of wine and you will feel relaxed physically and mentally.

For example, the wine fairy once wrote "I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and my shadow and I become three people" when he was lonely.

After filling the glasses with fine wine, Ye Feng picked up a glass and motioned Zhao Qiuyan to raise her glass as well: "Your Majesty, the world is unpredictable, so why sigh? In this life, as long as you have clear thoughts and a clear conscience, you can stand proudly."

"Your thoughts are clear and your conscience is clear?"

Zhao Qiuyan murmured softly, isn't it the same when practicing martial arts? When your thoughts are blocked, the realm of the Great Dao will stop moving forward and you will be unable to explore.

"cheers."

A smile appeared on Zhao Qiuyan's face. Being sentimental was not a good thing most of the time, and she never liked to think too much.

People, if we are straightforward and simple, we may be happier!

The two raised their glasses and toasted each other.

“This braised beef tastes really good.”

Although Zhao Qiuyan was at the level of a fourth-grade grandmaster, it was rare for her to drink with Ye Feng. She let the alcohol evaporate and did not use her spiritual energy to consume it. After drinking half a pot of wine, a blush began to appear on both sides of her cheeks, making her look particularly attractive.

"Don't worry, my dear... I will protect you..."

"I will take you to the capital of Wei and help you get revenge..."

"Lin Xiaoxiang is really blind... But I want to thank her... Hahahaha..."

"My dear, please don't leave me... I'm afraid you'll leave... Your realm is not high enough, and I'm afraid someone will harm you... I'll follow you to the battle secretly... I'll protect you..."

Ling'er, who was not far away, had followed Zhao Qiuyan for so many years, but this was the first time she saw Zhao Qiuyan in such a state. When she heard Zhao Qiuyan's last words, her jaw dropped.

His Majesty the Emperor spoke the truth after drinking. He clearly agreed to secretly follow the King to fight and protect the other side. Now, even before the war started, he has revealed his intentions.

……

As the alcohol took effect, people's emotions became more sincere, returning to their original state, and Zhao Qiuyan's words continued to ring out.

Ye Feng sat opposite Zhao Qiuyan. Half a pot of wine was not a big problem for him.

Zhao Qiuyan on the opposite side, however, was obviously unable to hold on any longer.

"Ling'er, help His Majesty go down and rest."

Ye Feng gave instructions to Ling'er who was standing next to him.

"As you command, Lord Zhen Guo!"

Ling'er looked at Zhao Qiuyan, who was drunk but relaxed, with gratitude in her eyes. Ever since the Emperor knew that the three dynasties were coming, he had been practicing almost day and night, with no smile on his face, and he was always in a tense state.

Fortunately, after drinking with Ye Feng tonight, I was able to express my suppressed emotions and feelings, and under the influence of alcohol, I became relaxed.

I admire Ye Feng even more in my heart. No matter what the problem is, Ye Feng will always be able to solve it with ease.

Otherwise, Ling'er was really afraid. To reach the realm of a fourth-grade grandmaster, if she kept practicing with such tense emotions, if something went wrong and she went astray, her cultivation would be destroyed at best, and her life would be in danger at worst.

……

Outside Jinling City, at midnight.

In an inn in a rural town, a room still had candlelight flickering.

The firelight shone through the window posts, becoming dim, flickering, and swaying from side to side. A figure paced back and forth like this for half the night.

Outside the inn, fifty iron-clad warriors, holding iron halberds and wearing armor, were staring at the room with piercing eyes.

"General Yun, are you going to fight tonight?"

An armored eagle stood there. Since dark, the fifty of them had been on high alert, ready to fight and sacrifice everything at any time.

Yunpeng raised his head, looked at the swaying figure in the room, and frowned slightly.

Before he followed Zhang Yi to Jinling City, he knew along the way that this time they came to the Song Dynasty, they would most likely never return.

That is, they may not be able to instigate Ye Feng and get rid of him.

"Yes, Prime Minister, why are you hesitating? In my opinion, with those few minions guarding outside Qingya Pavilion, we only need to sneak into the city and force our way in. Ye Feng will definitely die."

An armored eagle said with certainty.

Even though there are only fifty of them, they are the most elite among the Armored Eagles. Fifty people plus Yun Peng can form a battle formation and resolve the battle in a short time.

At this moment, the swaying figures in the inn room, along with the candlelight, stopped moving.

creak!

In the dark night, the sound of a door opening in another room broke the silence.