Chapter 193

The Imperial Palace, carriage line to the imperial study, Pang Yong did not slow to walk in, the hall burning ambergris, curl of cigarettes lingering in the purple stove, people feel boring.

Feng Tianchen sat in front of his desk and saw Pang Yong coming. He stood up excitedly and approached him step by step. "Pang Taifu, you are willing to come back."

"The grassroots pay homage to our emperor." Pang Yong knelt down straight on the ground and saluted him as an emperor. His eyes were like a doll.

Seeing him like this, Feng Tianchen sighed, "you are still blaming my father, and I am not. My father has told me to let Changming I be happy and happy, and follow her name for a long time. But Pang Yong, between you, how can you make me perfect

His hands were behind him, and the longan of Tianchen hung slightly. "Father Huang and I said that the most regretful decision he made was to let you become her teacher."

If not, there will not be so many bad things, Changming is not in good health, Acacia disease, this is early to die.

"The grassroots don't dare to blame anyone. It's just my fault. If I really have the ability, I won't let things go this far."

Pang Yong's voice is hoarse, revealing infinite sadness. He looks down at the Dragon brick, and his hands are hanging on his side. His nails are almost embedded in the flesh. It seems that only such pain can keep him sane.

Pang Yong, the powerful Pang family, has been the teacher of the emperor for generations. When Pang Yong was young, he made the Xiongnu retreat by himself. Within 15 years, he would not invade the Central Plains, assist the emperor and teach the prince. Such a rare talent knelt on the ground and explained his incompetence.

Feng Tianchen shakes his head. If he is incompetent, there will be no one in this world.

In addition to Feng Xuanyi, in a trance, Feng Xuanyi's name flashed through Feng Tianchen's mind, and Feng Tianchen's eyes were slightly dark.

"Changming has gone. It's time for you to go back to Beijing. I'll keep it for you as Taifu. You're in your prime, and you're aiming for a great cause. Why don't you do something? " The main purpose of calling him here is to keep him.

The tone of Pang's words is not as good as that of the people in the ancient city

At last, Pang Yong's voice, slightly closed his eyes and said in a soft voice: "the emperor is not determined now, and the grassroots are not sure to do a good job."

When he was the emperor's Taifu, Pang Yong found that fengtianchen's ambition was different. Even as the emperor, he was not satisfied. He was not expected to be the emperor.

After hearing this, Feng Tianchen frowned.

"I'm your nephew at least. If you teach me, maybe..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by Pang Yong, "if it is possible, why don't the emperor follow Yao and Shun's example and recommend talented people?"

With these words, the whole hall suddenly quieted down. The mysterious silence made people feel cold at the bottom of their hearts. However, Pang Yong knelt straight and gazed at the slightly sulky emperor with his eyes.

"Pang Yong, this country, can only be surnamed Feng." Feng Tianchen is obviously angry. Even if the other party is his mentor, it's just a matter of rivers and mountains. He can't allow others to confuse him. Jiang Shan changes his surname and gives up. How can he stand up to his dead ancestors.

Feng Mou calm, Pang Yong lowered his voice, toward the hall a worship, "is the grass people over."

Feng Tianchen is not the emperor of Ming Dynasty. They know it very well. If Feng Tianchen agrees with his opinion, he will stay, but Feng Tianchen is reluctant to give up.

If Feng shangguo falls into Feng Tianchen's hands, he will surely perish.

Knowing that he was always stubborn, Feng Tianchen sighed.

Let him up, tone a little softer, "I also know their own shortcomings, only a good minister to assist, after the prime minister's daughter to frighten six palace, not to mention fengqingyao this talent thought, she should not be too bad."

It's like comforting Pang Yong, or comforting himself. Feng Tianchen says this, but he doesn't see Pang Yong's bitter smile. He's a good minister and a beautiful wife. He's arranged it properly. He doesn't know that everything is unpredictable. One day, he will find that he's wrong.

What's more, it's too ridiculous to want to rob her uncle Huang's woman.

But from Feng Tianchen's mouth, it is such a frivolous sentence. It seems that he has been playing fengqingyao for a long time

But Feng Tianchen didn't want to discuss it. Pang Yong naturally knew it. Fortunately, he spared the topic and said.

"I heard that Changming was poisoned?" Leng Buding, just when Feng Tianchen thought Pang Yong was going to leave, he suddenly asked in a voice, with a chill in his voice.

Seeing that he wanted to settle accounts, Feng Tianchen's face was a little heavy. He said in a voice: "the princess of the king of Beiyan family, my sister, she is still a child, and she is fond of playing."

"Fun? Cao min remembers that she has reached hairpin this year. Emperor, Changming is your aunt. The emperor entrusted her to you, but he didn't want her to be wronged. Now a mere Princess wants her life. How do you explain to the emperor in Jiuquan? "With a cold hum, Pang Yong stood up from the ground. A chill flashed in his eyes. Feng Tianchen was in a trance for a moment. Seeing his teacher like this, he could not help putting down his airs What do you want? "

"How?" Pang Yong turned his head through the window and looked at the sky, which was not bright. He said with a smile, "he's a prince, I'm just a grasshopper. What can I do?"

After hearing this, the emperor frowned a little. Pang Yong would never be afraid of power. Has he changed too much in the past five years? Before Feng Tianchen could understand it, he heard his cold voice ring out, "the queen of Xiongnu leader passed away a few days ago, and the grass people thought that the princess was good. It's better to send her to make peace with her relatives, and the peace between the two countries has been guaranteed for ten years."

Bang when a, Feng Tianchen a instability, knocked off the inkstone on the table.

He looked at Pang Yong with wide eyes and said: "if I remember correctly, the leader should be the same age as my deceased father. Ning'er can't be his granddaughter..."

Speaking of this, Feng Tianchen suddenly closed his mouth and felt Pang Yong's cold air. He knew that he had touched his scales. What Pang Yong cared about most was that he was 15 years older than Changming.

He always felt that he was too old for her. He was afraid that she would be left alone after he left, but he never thought that she was the one who left first.

"Is it a gift for a princess to be a queen? Or does the emperor really think that the Xiongnu will not be ambitious, and the emperor is not determined. If the Xiongnu kingdom is unstable, there will be Xiongnu in the front and Ningguo in the back. Can it really last for a long time?"