Boss, She is Unparalleled

   Chapter 1173 Tyrant takes medicine (51)

   Grand Scholar Diange was going to lead troops to fight, and once the news of expanding Tianshuo's territory spread, it was like a drop of cold water in a hot pot.

   exploded suddenly.

  This is what the military commander does to lead the troops and fight. The Grand Scholar of the Temple Pavilion is a civil servant, and he is still old, how can he run around?

   Having some friendship with Dange Grand Scholar, he frequently interceded for Dange Grand Scholar several times in the morning.

   But Fengpu was determined and ignored it.

   It is useless to plead for mercy early, so the ministers wrote a book to plead for mercy.

   Fengpu didn't even look at it, as long as it was of this type, all of them were called back.

   When He heard that her husband was going to fight on the battlefield, he was so frightened that he fainted.

   After waking up, he quickly dressed and dressed up, put on the imperial court dress, handed a sign to the palace, and begged to see the empress.

   Mr. He guessed that it was most likely that the great scholar in the palace had angered His Majesty by letting His Majesty take a concubine.

   She did not expect that Jiang Yu's woman would be so favored, and she has been eating and living with His Majesty.

  The battlefield is so hard, what if her husband was injured accidentally.

   Mr. He anxiously waited for a letter from the palace at home. At that time, as long as he begged for mercy with the empress, and let the empress blow on the pillow, her husband would definitely not have to go.

   Who knows, the sign she handed to the palace was returned directly.

  The maid who came to withdraw the sign said that the empress was busy interrogating prisoners recently, and her body was stained with blood.

   He heard that Jiang Yu was actually interrogating the prisoner, and his face suddenly turned pale when he thought of the rumored scene of interrogating the prisoner.

   That's right, the Empress was a general who could kill the enemy on the battlefield. She was so afraid of death that she openly opposed the Empress at the plum banquet.

   Multi-party pleas were ineffective, and when it was time to go out, Feng Pu, in order to show his trust in the Diange Grand Scholar, specially appeared at the city gate early in the morning and sent the Diange Grand Scholar to lead his troops to the battlefield.

   Grand Scholar Diange endured his weak legs, and after being thrown off his back for the fourth time by the tall horse, he finally got on the horse with the help of a small soldier.

   "I would like to thank Your Majesty for sending him off." The Grand Scholar of the Hall was sobbing and his expression twisted with laughter.

   Fengpu is in a very good mood, such an annoying old man is gone, tonight he can move all Yu Bao's things into his bedroom.

  The bed that has been cold for a few days is finally getting warmer.

  Thinking like this, Feng Pu's eyes softened a bit when he looked at the Grand Scholar in Diange, "Aiqing pay attention to safety, this expedition can only be successful, not allowed to fail."

   Grand Scholar Diange wanted to cry even more.

   "Let's go!" The deputy general with a long sword around his waist shouted with a high voice.

   Grand Scholar Diange gritted his teeth, he really is a vulgar military general, and he is not even half a gentleman!

   Watching the marching team go away, Feng Pu brushed off the dust that did not exist on his wide sleeves with a pleasant look, turned around, "Go back to the palace."

   It was still early and Jiang Yu was still asleep.

   A white dumpling, snoring lightly, was lying beside the pillow.

   Seeing Feng Pu entering the door, the rich man hanging on the bird shelf at the door stopped to eat and screamed, "Your Majesty Emma, ​​you are finally back, but you want to kill me."

   As he was about to pounce on Fengpu, Qian Rong quickly grabbed him and took him out of the hall.

  Fengpu went into the side room and changed his clothes, the black robe was suave as he walked.

   He lifted the corner of his robe and sat down on the edge of the bed, Feng Pu looked at Jiang Yu with knowledge, and breathed a little lightly.

   Half of the woman's face was buried in the pillow, and the other half of her face was as delicate as running water.

   Fengpu couldn't help reaching out to touch Jiang Yu's face. Suddenly, his eyes flickered. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a face with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, "."

   (end of this chapter)