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Later on, as he got older, it became inconvenient for Feng Chaoying to conduct his business, and because he kept a low profile, some of the new recruits did not know much about him, a general.

But Mu Qingrong was different. He was a person who entered the list back then, and had always thought about the people in the Ji Dynasty, and paid extra attention to the big and small matters there. With this, he would understand more about Feng Chaoying than the people around him.

"I dare not, I dare not. It is only because of the luck of the Jing King that I rested for a few days."

Because of the changes in the imperial court, none of the people ranked on Mu Qingrong's list entered the imperial court. Even if they recruited more talented people later on, they would only be able to find a small half of the people who survived.

When Mo Ru was doing national affairs, he relied on his position as the supreme expert and acted unscrupulously. After that, when he became the emperor, there was no need to worry about anything else.

Grab the strong, build the garret, play the girl, enter the palace, select the strong and healthy, fight the beasts in the fence or kill each other. According to his rules, the strong preys on the weak, and there can only be one last survivor.

It had only been three months, but countless innocent lives had already been lost.

Although Mu Qingrong admired the General Feng back then, it was a different story. Now that they were both in the imperial court, coupled with the fact that Feng Chaoying had given the throne to someone who was not related to the previous emperor, he felt a slight sense of rejection towards this great general.

His words didn't care if it was a reminder to the court soldiers. The Feng Family had obtained the Prince Jing and their power had increased. After that, it would be even more difficult for the soldiers to take him down.

When Qu Yi arrived, he saw Feng Chaoying in the crowd with a single glance. On the day of the grand wedding, Fourth Brother was dressed in red robes, the joy in his eyes and the nervousness and deep emotions he felt when looking at the bride walking away, shocked him a little.

It had to be known that in his memory, his Fourth Brother had always been cold. Even towards his exceptionally likeable Third Sister, she had never seen any signs of emotion on his face.

He had heard of that General Feng's daughter before. He heard that he was one of the top beauties in the entire capital. He was only around the age of 15 this year. He should be a girl who didn't know anything.

Qu Yi looked at Feng Chaoying who was beaming with happiness and calmly responding to everyone's words, thought for a moment, and still walked forward.

"General Feng."

Qu Yi nodded in greeting. As the crown prince of a country, his words and actions naturally represented the entire country.

Feng Chaoying was a little surprised that the Crown Prince took the initiative to step forward, but he did not express it. He only gave a polite bow, "Your Highness."

Just as Qu Yi was about to say something, he was interrupted by a sharp voice. The various officials quickly scattered and returned to their seats, revealing a yellow figure from the side hall which appeared on a high floor and knelt down in front of everyone.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Qu Yiyu was dressed in royal robes, and the bead curtain above his head swayed slightly, revealing a trace of dignity between his brows.

"Everyone, please rise."

"How is Feng Aimin these few days resting?" "Yesterday, Prince Jing brought an imperial concubine to see me, and the relationship between husband and wife was very harmonious. This marriage is really the most satisfying thing that we've done, hahahaha ~"

Feng Chaoying, who was called out, bowed his head, "Being able to marry to Prince Jing is my daughter's good fortune, this old subject was only able to benefit from some of it."

"Your majesty, I don't know how your majesty is preparing to talk about the people of southwest China?"

Very quickly, just as Feng Chaoying had returned to his position, a minister came forward and brought up the matter of the nation. The waterlogging in the southwest could not be delayed any longer.

"Did the prince order this?"

In the Brook Pavilion, over a dozen servant girl s stood in two rows, each holding onto a tray with two or three sets of clothes.

Most of the dresses were traditional ones made of silk, and a few were woven according to her wishes, but only one of the latest.

Feng Xiwu's delicate fingers gently rubbed against her only dress, her heart feeling a little unwilling. At the very least, she should be able to make two of these for her, right? What if the weather turned hot?