Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

"I have one more thing to ask you."

"what?"

"..." Zhu Feng was silent for a while, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Before, when I asked you to rectify the bureaucracy, the bureaucratic department seemed to have found out many officials, corrupting the law and exploiting the people's money, right?

"Yes."

Ye Wei glanced at him carefully.

Could it be that the fire in his stomach was going to spread to those officials?

However, a large number of them have already been dealt with, and the rest is also due to the face of the court veterans. It must be dealt with slowly and gradually, right?

All these things were left to Heyi.

When he was puzzled, Zhu Feng said: "What methods did they use."

"what?"

Being caught off guard by this question, Ye Wei was stunned: "What?"

Zhu Feng said with a calm face: "I ask you, what methods did they use to exploit the people's money!"

"..."

Ye Xun couldn't react to something.

Why do you ask this?

But when Zhu Feng glared at him, he dared to think about it, and hurriedly said: "It's nothing more than creating some names, so that the people can't but pay for it; and..."

He said it all at once.

Zhu Feng listened in silence for a long time, and muttered: "Qiao Li Mingmu..."

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Nan Yan lay on the bed.

Although Zhu Feng gave her a good rest before leaving, how could she sleep at this time?

I don't know if that pattern can help him.

But now, I can't do anything by myself.

With nothing to do, she simply began to look at the house-very spacious and simple, with all the necessary utensils, but not luxurious at all, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

If you guessed it correctly, it should be the Yan Wang Mansion here.

As she was thinking, the door was pushed open with a creak.

"Nanyan?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Nan Yan immediately turned his head happily: "Xiaoyu!"

It was Ran Xiaoyu who walked in from the outside.

There seemed to be some bruises on her face. She was taken on medicine and changed clothes, but she looked very lonely, but after seeing Nan Yan wake up, she immediately walked to the bed in three steps and two steps: "You wake up. Are you okay?"

Nan Yan shook his head hurriedly: "I'm fine."

But the next moment, Ran Xiaoyu saw her tightly wrapped hands, and his face suddenly sank.

Nan Yan said: "Xiaoyu, you came just right, I don't want to lie down, my back hurts. Help me sit up."

Ran Xiaoyu hugged her and sat on the head of the bed, and put a cushion behind her.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. The imperial doctor gave me very good medicine."

"Blame me, no--"

"Don't say anything stupid," Nan Yan felt even more sad than injured when she saw Ran Xiaoyu condemning himself: "It's me running around, so how can I blame you?"

As she spoke, she asked carefully: "The emperor, did you say anything to you?"

She was afraid that the emperor would blame Ran Xiaoyu again.

Ran Xiaoyu glanced at her and shook his head gently.

In fact, the emperor didn't care about her at all.

At that time, seeing Nan Yan fainting in the snow, seeing her injuries, and the anger on Zhu Feng's body seemed to condense into dark clouds visible to the eyes, condensing behind him, frightening all of them. Up.

And those who stopped them-died miserably.

Even if Ran Xiaoyu recalled the scene of flying flesh and blood, he shuddered a little.

After that, Zhu Feng hugged her, returned to Peking, and returned to the Yan Palace.

Along the way, I didn't relax my hand.