Feeling that the Prime Minister's gaze was like a real thing, penetrating into her own thoughts, Yang Yi suddenly felt her heart tighten.

He suddenly realized: Prime Minister, you don't have personal relationships.

Thinking of someone's foresight, Yang Yi realized:

The affection that I have followed the Prime Minister for many years cannot be compared with the affection that the late Emperor entrusted to the Prime Minister with state affairs.

Could it be that Thief Feng had anticipated this a long time ago, so he acted so fearlessly?

Yang Yi sat on the chair, her thoughts racing, and she didn't say anything for a while.

The prime minister waited for a long time. Seeing how rude he was, he couldn't help but urge:

"Master Wei, why are you silent?"

After all, Yang Yi was a wise man. He calmed down and said:

"In the past few days, there have been rumors outside that the Prime Minister is seriously ill and his people's hearts are unstable. Yi is also worried."

"Now that I have met the Prime Minister, my mind is so agitated that my thoughts are so complicated that I don't even know where to start."

When the Prime Minister heard this, he couldn't help but sigh:

"You have been with me for so many years, and we have become acquainted with each other. What else can't be said? Just say whatever you want."

Yang Yi thought for a while, then whispered:

"Is the Prime Minister still in good health?"

The Prime Minister smiled and replied:

"It's good, I won't die for a while. Especially after taking Chang'an, I can finally let go of my worries."

"And these days, I no longer have to work as hard as before in Chang'an City to recuperate, and I feel much more relaxed."

Yang Yi was silent again.

The Prime Minister is relaxed, but he is the one who bears the pressure. This is not what I want.

So Yang Yi asked tentatively:

"I'm relieved to hear that the Prime Minister's health is improving, but I don't know when the Prime Minister will be willing to personally take care of everything?"

The Prime Minister smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Wei, my current illness is caused by overwork. It's hard to get some rest now."

"Now that Duke Wei is urging me to take care of everything, doesn't he want to see me relax for a while?"

Yang Yi quickly waved her hand:

"No, no, how dare Yi An think that? It's just that everyone used to obey the Prime Minister's orders. Now, we won't be able to see the Prime Minister for a while. We are really not used to it."

"Master Wei, you may think that I am in good spirits now, but the doctor has said that my body cannot be overworked anymore, otherwise the consequences will be worrying."

Hearing the Prime Minister's words, Yang Yi felt anxious and was about to say something, but his throat felt itchy, forcing him to raise his sleeves to cover his mouth and start coughing.

The prime minister saw him like this, pointed at him and said with a smile:

"Look, it's just the cold weather. Between you and me, one is sick on the bed, and the other is infected with the cold. He is old! We are all old, and we should make way for the younger generations."

When Yang Yi heard this, he quickly put down his sleeves and opened his mouth to speak.

Unexpectedly, the more anxious he became, the more itchy his throat became.

When he opened his mouth, before the words came out, he sprayed out droplets all over the sky.

Feng Junhou, who was guarding the door, heard that he was coughing so hard inside. He poked his head in and took a look. He happened to see Yang Yi like this and frowned:

"Yang Changshi, don't cough at the Prime Minister. Didn't I tell you before? Be careful of spreading your illness to the Prime Minister!"

I'm your mother's wife!

Yang Yi was just about to cover her mouth when she heard Feng Yong's words at the door, and she couldn't help but feel angry and anxious.

If I wasn't careful, would I have sat so far away?

But at this moment, he couldn't speak, his eyes just stared, and his throat was so itchy that he had to cover his face with his sleeves again, and coughed violently.

Feng Junhou looked at him with disgust on his face: It's still a long time ago, it's not hygienic at all.

Yang Yi originally wanted to glare at Feng, but after coughing, she naturally couldn't, but her attention was still on the other person.

How could you not see what the expression on Thief Feng's face meant?

Thief Feng is really insulting!

Yang Yi was already impatient and narrow-minded. When she saw Mr. Feng's silently insulting look, her blood immediately rushed to her head!

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough..."

Well, this time, my coughing became even more severe, and my face was so red that it seemed like it was about to bleed.

Even the Han Prime Minister couldn't stand it anymore and said:

"Wei Gong, since you are not feeling well, why not go down and rest first, and come back when you feel better?"

Yang Yi turned to the prime minister again:

"Cough cough cough... Prime Minister... cough cough..."

Seeing his appearance, Feng couldn't help but gloated:

Damn it! I’ll let you catch the cold and the cough won’t kill you!

This person was thinking in his heart, but he said rudely: "Someone, help Yang Changshi out, arrange a place to live, and let Yang Changshi have a good rest!"

"promise!"

Several sergeants entered the house, couldn't help but pick up Yang Yi and walked out.

"Zhang Yuan, arrange for someone to smoke the prime minister's house with medicine."

"promise."

"There is also this chair, take some medicine and wash it."

"promise."

Yang Yi, who had just managed to turn the corner through the arch, could still hear Feng's words. She finally stopped her coughing slightly, and her first words were:

"Shuzi, cough cough, that's too much! Ahem..."

It's just that at this time, no one cares about what he is talking about.

The scolded Feng Junhou finished making arrangements for the prime minister and returned to his courtyard.

General Guan, who was helping with military affairs, said he had a message for him: "General Jiang is back."

"General Jiang? Bo Yue is back?" When Feng Junhou heard this, his original unhappy mood immediately disappeared.

Seeing Feng Junhou's happy expression, General Guan frowned slightly, his heart ringing with alarm:

Zhao Erlang often said that his brother didn't love him, could he be right?

Does Alang really love Jiang Boyue?
Chapter completed!