Escape to the desert and farming: the doomsday boss dressed as the best eldest sister

The overall situation planned by the father and king was finally realized with great difficulty. How could he just watch all this being handed over to others?

Yu Wenfeng clenched his fists, full of unwillingness.

Yu Wenjun, a guy with a bad name, he doesn't deserve to have all of this.

Seeing Yu Wenfeng's still expression of displeasure, Yu Wenji was extremely disappointed.

"Do you think this position is easy to sit in? Even if you are in the line of succession, you can't sit securely, let alone this chaos, and can you sit for 3 days with your virtue." Yu Wenji's eyes were full of contempt.

Yu Wenfeng wanted to refute, but at the end of his mouth, he swallowed silently when he saw his father's eyes.

Yu Wenji reprimanded him again with hatred for iron and steel, and then Yu Wenfeng left the imperial study angrily.

As soon as he got outside, the captain beside him trotted in casually and said, "Master, the spies reported that Bi Luo still couldn't find Yu Wenjun."

Ever since Yuwenji took control of the situation in the imperial capital, he began to send people to recall Yuwenjun.

However, Yu Wenjun couldn't be found for more than a month. His subordinates said that Yu Wenjun was still paying off the remnants of the third prince, and he hadn't returned yet, so they couldn't be contacted.

Even if Yu Wenji was in a hurry, there was nothing he could do.

Yu Wenfeng thought more than once that it would be all right if Yu Wenjun was confiscated. If there was no more Yu Wenjun in the world, then the throne would naturally become his own.

But although he thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to do it.

After all, the imperial capital is full of eyeliners, so it is a bit difficult for him to kill Yu Wenjun beyond his father.

"Let people continue to pay attention to the situation in the east." Yu Wenfeng said lightly.

The man nodded and left.

Yu Wenfeng wandered in this palace, but he didn't have much attachment to the luxury here.He was born in the North, and his mother was the noble Princess Xuanhe. Everyone has always tacitly accepted that he will take over the position of his father, and now he has always regarded the North as his own, even though his father was also entrusted to the North. Yu Wenjun from the land took special care of him, and he never thought that his father would give his things to Yu Wenjun one day.

So what if his mother was once his father's concubine?

Yu Wenjun was born in the imperial capital, and it is not known whose blood is flowing on his body, but his father insisted on pushing him to the throne.

Even if Yu Wenjun is really the blood of his father, he is still a humble son of a concubine!

That a son of a concubine can actually sit on this dragon chair is really a wonder in the wild world!

Yu Wenfeng clenched his fists, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, but he had no right to speak, and in the end he simply left the palace out of sight.

After a month of rest and recuperation, the people of the imperial capital reappeared, there were more vendors on the street, and even the wine shops became lively.

Yu Wenfeng came to the most luxurious restaurant in the imperial capital - Dongsheng Restaurant as usual.

The beautiful shopkeeper there came out with a smile when he saw Yu Wenfeng: "What kind of wind invited our distinguished guests here? The old rules of the private room are reserved for you, please come inside."

Zhao Xiaomiao twisted her slender waist and invited Yu Wenfeng to go upstairs.

Yu Wenfeng couldn't take his eyes off Zhao Xiaomiao for a moment, so he just looked her up and down, and followed her upstairs step by step.

Zhao Xiaomiao took it to the most secluded private room and then went out to order Xiaoer to prepare wine and dishes.

But Yu Wenfeng pressed the door firmly, and he posted on Zhao Xiaomiao with a half-smile and said: "Don't you also have accommodation here, it's a bit shabby to invite me to such a place with only a table and call it a private room. "