PFC Chapter 719 Phoenix Returns to Its Nest (5)
Chapter 719 Phoenix Returns to Its Nest (5)
Wang Shijun spent the entire night cooking with his servants.
When Xiong Bufan had finished eating, he found a clean bed and lay down to sleep.
As dawn approached, Wang Shijun finished washing up and crawled to lie down next to Xiong Bufan to sleep.
Their emperor was a block of wood. He ate all night in the palace of the courtier, so much so that the courtier was too tired to have any romantic thoughts.
The emperor changed; he stopped being obsessed with the harem.
Just as Wang Shijun was about to close her eyes, that eerie voice rang out again, "Win her over, make her heart beat only for you."
"Hehehe"
Their emperor's favorite food is food, followed by the cook, because the cook will prepare food for her, while he is merely a servant, neither food nor cook.
Kongkong suddenly looked up; she seemed to have sensed a strange energy fluctuation just now.
This energy is very similar to the energy from the system they consumed before. Does this mean there are systems in this world?
Kongkong stared intently at the mirror, but after a long time, she couldn't see anything amiss. All she saw was Xiong Bufan and a man with light makeup sleeping in the same bed.
Xiong Bufan slept soundly in bed, and Wang Shijun also slept peacefully. There was no assassination attempt or anything else, but she always pretended to unintentionally move closer to Xiong Bufan.
It turns out that there really are emperors in their prime who can remain unmoved by temptation, and Xiong Bufan was one such person.
When Wang Shijun woke up again, Xiong Bufan had already disappeared without a trace, leaving nothing behind.
Cong Li and Cong Wen came in to serve, saying that they were going to the Queen's palace to pay their respects today. The Queen touched her neck twice, which looked like marks from last night, before slowly getting up to do her hair and makeup.
Xiong Bufan sat on the dragon throne, watching the ministers below arguing again.
Even newly promoted ministers argue. Xiong Bufan really doesn't understand what there is to argue about. They argue every day, giving him a headache. Not to mention, he can't understand many of their words. And these ministers still ask him to judge the matter.
As long as you're not just watching the spectacle or not participating in it, it's all interesting. But if you get involved, the spectacle turns into trouble.
Xiong Bufan has always disliked trouble, and now he just feels overwhelmed.
If only I could find an agent, I wouldn't have to work so hard every day.
"Your Majesty, what is your opinion on this matter?"
Xiong Bufan: "What can I say? I paid you guys to come here so you could figure out how to solve the problem, not so you could come and ask me what to do."
After Xiong Bufan finished speaking, all the officials fell silent, as if asking any further questions would make them useless.
An unnamed minor official stepped forward and asked, "Your Majesty, there has been a flood in the southwest. How should we provide disaster relief?"
Xiong Bufan sighed deeply. These people seemed not to understand human language. "Who do you think is suitable to go for disaster relief?"
"I don't know, my subordinate."
Doing disaster relief and flood control work well is a meritorious deed, while doing it poorly is tantamount to driving oneself to ruin and is also a great loss of virtue.
Xiong Bufan: "If you don't know, then discuss it here. Tell me the results when you have them." After saying that, Xiong Bufan strode away, and Shangguan Yi quickly chased after him.
There's no difference between being an emperor and being a judge; they should just fight it out themselves.
After returning to the Imperial Study, Xiong Bufan said to Shangguan Yi, "Go and prepare some big sticks for me, with large heads and small handles, preferably with some wooden splinters on them."
"It's Your Majesty."
Two days after arriving in Fengchao, Kongkong still felt that Xiong Bufan was just playing around. "Bufan, what are your plans regarding the disaster relief?"
Xiong Bufan: "I plan to send all those who wrote memorials cursing me to disaster relief, hoping they can make the flood recede with just words, after all, that's how it's portrayed on TV."
Kongkong felt that Xiong Bufan was being too presumptuous; in reality, floods don't recede so easily.
Moreover, according to the original owner's memories, flood control and resettlement of residents were tasks that every emperor had to do.
"Bufan, be serious. If this isn't done properly, many people will die."
Xiong Bufan remained silent. She was being very serious, so why did no one believe her?
When Wang Shijun came out of the Empress's palace, he looked like a victorious rooster. He still remembers the Empress's face, which was twisted with jealousy.
There was nothing he could do; even Zhao Yuanxin, with his abilities, could gain favor.
Wang Shijun: "Today, I have instructed the Imperial Kitchen and the Small Kitchen to prepare more food so that His Majesty can come again today."
"Yes, son."
Wang Shijun refused to believe he couldn't win over the emperor; he wanted to become the most favored man in the harem.
Xiong Bufan saw Wang Shijun as if he had seen a fat sheep. After reviewing the memorials, he readily agreed and followed him.
Seeing the table full of food made her even more excited, and she sat down at the table and ate heartily without being served.
Wang Shijun: "Your Majesty, please slow down. No one dares to take it from you."
Attendants and palace servants served him food, which Xiong Bufan ate continuously.
In no time, Xiong Bufan finished eating and sat down in his chair contentedly.
"You're a good person. If you ever need anything in the future, feel free to contact me anytime."
The Empress was giving "friend cards" to the men in her harem—this was the first time Kongkong had ever witnessed such a scene.
Upon hearing this, Wang Shijun swayed slightly, "Your Majesty, do you dislike me?"
This question left Xiong Bufan bewildered. She was clearly very kind to this person, so why would he have such a misunderstanding?
Xiong Bufan: "Don't slander me."
"Your Majesty, you should leave. I won't be in your way anymore," said Wang Shijun, covering his face and weeping.
After Xiong Bufan finished eating, he was kicked out in a daze, while Wang Shijun still looked hurt.
This left Xiong Bufan somewhat bewildered, wondering what was wrong with this person.
Wang Shijun had already had the door closed, unwilling to face Xiong Bufan, and faint sobbing could be heard coming from inside.
Xiong Bufan was even more confused and turned to ask the attendant beside him, "What's wrong with him?"
"This servant does not know; it is probably because Lord Wang is heartbroken."
Xiong Bufan curled his lip, "This person is really fragile."
The servants stood by, not daring to speak. When important people spoke, they had no right to interrupt; to put it bluntly, they could lose their heads.
After not hearing any useful information, Xiong Bufan strolled back to his palace to sleep.
Wang Shijun waited all night but heard nothing of a reward or any other news. Fearing he might have missed something, he began to regret his decision, wishing he hadn't urged His Majesty to leave.
But since His Majesty didn't punish me even after that, doesn't that mean His Majesty still cares about me?
If Xiong Bufan knew what Wang Shijun was thinking, he would definitely tell him without hesitation that he was overthinking things, and that Xiong Bufan was just too lazy to bother with it.