C1268 Wits like demons

"He's coming."

Fang Wu Jing's expression did not change much, it was obvious that he had expected this to happen: "Chu Yun, General Feng, the two of you stay here."

"Yes!" Your Majesty! "

Feng Chen nodded, his face expressionless.

Chu Yun revealed a bitter smile, and could only nod his head in agreement.

In fact, he did not want to openly contend against Grand Advisor