Chapter 50： Uncle, want to hug (4)

Situ Yan held a glass of wine in his hand, put it on his lips, took a sip, and put it down.

Lord Prime Minister Situ Yan looked only in his twenties and looked handsome.

Being able to achieve the position of prime minister at a young age is enough to see his ability.

The corner of the other party's mouth evoked a wicked smile, and he looked up at the little emperor in the main seat.

Situ Yan said casually, "How has your Majesty been recently?"

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

"Very good."

The little emperor's voice was a little soft.

Hearing what he wanted to hear, Situ Yan laughed heartily.

"Your Majesty is happy, and Wei Chen is relieved."

Feng Qian glanced at the other party a few times, then didn't look at him again, secretly pondering how to bring down this powerful Prime Minister.

After a while, a notification came from outside the door: "The King of Zhenbei is here."

Feng Qian raised her eyes subconsciously, and her eyes fell on the door.

The door opened slowly.

Light came in from outside the door.

Under the scorching light, a man in dark clothes came back against the light.

Due to the opposite light, I couldn't see the face of the other party clearly, but I only felt that the other party was tall and had a strong aura.

As they got closer, everyone could see the man's face clearly.

What kind of fairy face is this?

Everyone in the room gasped in unison.

The man stepped on the light, and the three thousand ink silk was erected with only a delicate jade crown, and the loose ink silk rose without wind.

The man's expression was indifferent, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were cold, without a trace of temperature, but he was extremely beautiful.

The other party's collar is very high, and his slender neck is tightly covered, so he can't see the scenery inside.

The black clothes are embroidered with low-key and gorgeous dark patterns, and the patterns cannot be seen, but they inexplicably add a bit of aloof and abstinence.

The other party was dressed in mysterious clothes, and there seemed to be a layer of frost in the phoenix eyes, which made the temperature in the hall where singing and dancing peacefully drop by a few degrees for no reason.

The other party stood indifferently in front of the little emperor.

The voice was indifferent: "Wei Chen greets His Majesty."

Feng Qian was stunned for a while, then quickly searched his memory and responded, "Uncle, don't be too polite, take your seat quickly."

Feng Jue gave a cold hum, and slowly sat down at the lower left of the little emperor.

The sound of the system is long overdue.

[Ding Dong ~ His Highness Mu Yan's Soul Fragment has been identified. 】

Feng Qian's eyes widened slightly, and she couldn't help but look at Feng Jue a few more times.

The fragments this time are so indifferent.

Just like His Highness Mu Yan.

The little emperor pursed his lips.

The shards of this plane look very difficult to get along with.

Feng Qian tapped the system secretly: "System, give me the information on the fragments."

【Data search in progress...】

Feng Jue, the invincible God of War Lord who fought in all directions.

The king of Zhenbei, who was proclaimed by the former emperor.

He is also the sworn brother of the late emperor.

When the previous emperor was alive, he took a fancy to the power of the Feng family, and Feng Jue was the eldest son of the Feng family.

Therefore, the first emperor made an exception and recognized Feng Jue, who was only three years old, as his righteous brother.

When he grew up, Feng Jue was even more famous in battle and became famous all over the world.

Every time he marches to fight, Feng Jue can be said to be victorious in a hundred battles.

But he was indifferent to fame and fortune. Every time he returned from victory, Feng Jue never asked for a reward, and he always treated outsiders coldly, like a machine without emotion.

Feng Jue was not raised in the Feng family since she was a child, but practiced outside with her master.

The lack of parental care since childhood contributed to Feng Jue's cold temperament.

Feng Jue is now twenty-eight years old, has yet to marry, and has never even been a maid.

It is said by the world that the God of War, Lord Fengjue, has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, but is not close to a woman, like a flower in the high mountains, indifferent to the extreme.

To put it an exaggeration, there is no woman in this world who has not been moved by seeing Feng Jue.

What's more, he wasted his whole life and never got married.