The warriors in front of the palace stared at Qin Feng, wishing to eat him alive.
However, if he really wanted to slash with his sword, he definitely didn't have the courage.
The Imperial Guards present were even more secretly horrified that Qin Feng was now so arrogant that not even the warriors in front of the palace could do anything to him.
Zhang Xiuye, hiding in the distance, witnessed this scene with his own eyes.
Originally, Zhang Xiuye wanted Qin Feng to be charged with breaking into the forbidden palace without permission.
As long as he bumps into the samurai in front of the palace, it will be enough for him to drink a pot.
result……
Not only was Qin Feng not afraid of the warriors in front of him, he even slapped him in public, but the warriors in front of him could only suffer the consequences.
Zhang Xiuye's eyes were stunned. The scene before his eyes was simply unbelievable.
"Has this Qin Feng really become a lawless and powerful minister?"
"Going in and out of the forbidden palace is like entering an uninhabited land?"
At this moment, a deep voice came from the imperial study room.
"Qin Feng, come in."
Upon hearing the saint's summons, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel even more proud.
He patted the shoulder armor of the warrior in front of the palace and smiled slightly.
"When I hit you, you have to be next to me."
"Don't even look at what the situation is now? How can you, a person standing guard, compare to me, a 'treacherous minister'?"
The warrior in front of the palace frowned even deeper.
This Qin Feng is really unpredictable.
How can anyone call themselves a traitor? And look at what this means, Qin Feng knew that what he did was treasonous, but he did it deliberately.
What the hell is this guy doing?
As everyone knows, when he said the word "treacherous minister", Qin Feng himself felt inexplicably sentimental.
He worked hard for the great beams, but because he was jealous of the saint, he had to become a despised traitor.
Whether he is loyal or traitorous is not a matter of words?
The word "treacherous minister" condenses Qin Feng's self-mockery and helplessness.
Push the door and walk into the imperial study.
In the entire imperial study, Emperor Liang was the only one sitting behind the dragon table, reviewing memorials for thousands of years.
Qin Feng closed the door smoothly. Since there were no outsiders, Qin Feng let go.
No longer as loyal as in the main hall, nor as arrogant as outside the door.
He has returned to his former self and ease.
Just walking back and forth in the imperial study room, admiring the various decorations in the imperial study room.
Speaking of which, Qin Feng could not even remember how many times he had entered the Imperial Study Room.
But the decoration in this room seems extremely fresh.
Emperor Liang didn't care about Qin Feng's rude behavior.
After all, the monarch and his ministers had already broken up, so it was necessary to put on a show again.
It wasn't until he finished reviewing the pile of memorials in front of him that Emperor Liang put down his pen and stretched out.
Picking up the already cold tea cup, he took a sip without disdain and moistened his throat.
Seeing Qin Feng standing under a calligraphy and painting on the north wall, his eyes almost bulging out of his head, Emperor Liang couldn't help but chuckle.
"Master Qin, if you like it, I will give it to you."
Qin Feng withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Emperor Liang, and scratched his head.
"Saint, did I hear you correctly just now? You actually called me Lord Marquis? You are a saint, how can I bear the word 'Master'?"
"Sage, are you trying to ridicule me?"
Emperor Liang held the tea cup and shrugged: "Don't everyone in the world call you Lord Qin?
"Even Chen Si, the legendary general of Beidi, who is so arrogant, doesn't he sincerely call you Lord Marquis?
"Actually, regardless of my identity, I am no different from ordinary people."
Upon hearing these words, Qin Feng shrugged and strolled to the front of the dragon case.
He replied absently: "A saint is the king of a country, how can he be no different from ordinary people?"
Emperor Liang narrowed his eyes: "But in your eyes, I am nothing special.
"I told you clearly that Li Lang was not allowed to enter the capital, so why didn't you forcefully bring him back?
"I won't let Li Lang move into the imperial ancestral hall, what will be the result? Just give up your son with me.
"Just now, you dared to hit my warrior in front of the palace.
"Haha, Qin Feng, you keep calling me a saint, but in your heart, you have already called me a bastard, right?"
Qin Feng has already walked to the bookcase.
He curled his lips, neither admitting nor denying.
Seeing the table piled with memorials, I couldn't help but sigh: "It's so hard for a saint.
"How many memorials will be reviewed at the end of the day? Not a hundred, maybe eighty.
“Tsk, tsk, ordinary people can’t do this kind of work.
"If it were me, reviewing three or five memorials, I would want to die.
"After all, the sage knows that I am restless. I feel itchy all over even if I don't take a cup of tea while sitting in a chair."
Hearing this, Emperor Liang couldn't help but sneer: "Who in the world doesn't covet the position under me?
"I am a little tired, but this supreme power is too tempting to the world."
Qin Feng looked disgusted and took a few steps back, shaking his head like a rattle.
“This throne was given to me for free and I don’t even want it.
“I have to approve memorials all day long and deal with all kinds of major and trivial matters at home and abroad. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.
“In my opinion, you don’t have to have too much power, just use it when it’s critical.
"The little Marquis I am now is very good. I can be respected by others, and I can receive a salary. The most important thing is that I don't have to be responsible.
"Hehe, the saint offered me the throne in exchange for it, but I won't even exchange it."
Just what Qin Feng said just now is enough to kill him ten thousand times.
But Emperor Liang didn't mind at all, and he didn't even feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
In addition to the fact that Qin Feng is now so powerful that there is nothing he can do against him, it is more due to the tacit understanding between the monarch and his ministers.
Qin Feng's words were undoubtedly hinting to Emperor Liang that Qin Feng had no interest in imperial power at all and was willing to be an Anlehou.
Emotionally, Emperor Liang was willing to believe Qin Feng.
But intellectually, I don't want to believe it, and I don't dare to believe it.
Emperor Liang sighed softly: "Qin Feng, do you still remember the scene when you and I first met?"
Qin Feng shook his head and nodded again.
"I just remember that the saint was so scary at that time. If he said the wrong word or did the wrong thing, his head might be moved."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Liang couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"You were afraid of me before, now it's my turn to be afraid of you."
Qin Feng forced out a trace of "harmless to humans and animals" and looked at Emperor Liang eagerly.
"The saint joked again, you are a saint, and I am just a marquis.
"Above me, there are also the Duke, the Prince, and the Prince, inside and outside. There are three levels between us. How can a saint be afraid of me?"
Seeing Qin Feng pretending to be confused, Emperor Liang was angry and funny.
There is no point in practicing Tai Chi with this bastard except for wasting Tumo Xingzi.
Emperor Liang sighed softly, and his bottomless eyes gradually revealed a touch of true feelings: "There are no outsiders in the imperial study, only you and me, the emperor and my ministers, and I share my heart with you.
"I have always regarded you as a friend, and you are also my first and only friend.
"So, do you understand?"
