Her gaze seemed to thin the cold moonlight into thousands of pieces, each piece was an ice-like knife, and each knife stirred the floating water on the spring night, pushing towards Zong Yue.
Word by word, she asked:
"Did you kill Xu Wan?"
Zong Yue was silent, standing in the mottled gray and black, the breathing of the three of them was soft and hard, like a steel wire poking heartache.
After a while he was very light, as if he was afraid of breaking the floating breath in the spring night, and said:
"yes."
Meng Fuyao let out a long breath.
That breath didn't seem like a relief, but rather an attempt to take the opportunity to spit out the pent-up stagnation in his chest, and after he spit it out, he didn't want to let himself take it back.
She said again: "I was saved by you?"
Zong Yue was silent for a while before saying: "Yes."
"That's good." Meng Fuyao quietly hugged Xu Wan's bones, looked up at the sky, the jade-yellow moonlight shone on her brows brightly, and there was a kind of intensity in the silence, and she said after a long time, "Gratitude and hatred Yes, a write-off."
Then she hugged the cloth bag and strode away without turning her head.
"Queen Xuanji is my aunt who lives far away, the kind who has almost no contact with her." Behind him, Zong Yue suddenly spoke quietly.
Meng Fuyao stopped, turned his back to him and did not speak.
"My family was changed, and I fled to the Wuzhou Continent. Although the family has relatives scattered in the seven countries, and there are many people in high positions, no one is willing to take me in. This trouble is her, it is her, my aunt who I have forgotten, who took the initiative to send someone here Pick me up and tell me, with my aunt protecting you, who would dare to touch you?"
Zong Yue let out a long breath, the breath in the night was white, like frost condensed by the cold air in winter, but this is a spring night, at the end of late spring, the branches are green and the apricots are small, and the embankment is blowing old, The spring is so beautiful and long, but it is desolate and desolate written in his eyes.
"Perhaps she didn't take pity on me so much, and it was more to show her honor and glory as Queen Xuanji, but in any case, during the most difficult period at the beginning, I was taken care of by her. Detang was also the first to develop in Xuanji, and then was able to extend his power in Wuzhou Continent. Without her help, I would have died in the endless pursuit, not to mention ten years of humiliation and revenge."
"You know, for the sake of revenge, I have done everything, not to mention just being attached to her?" Zong Yue smiled lightly and bitterly, "She is a vicious tiger, and I am a scorpion. With Yuheng's identity, some things may not be willing to do , then I will be the minion of the tiger."
"Including, killing Xu Wan? Grooming her?" Meng Fuyao's question was not a question, it was probably a hard rock with edges, thrown down.
"Also... you can say that." Zong Yue closed his eyes, "After she was discovered, she intended to run away. The direction was not to flee outside the palace, but to flee back to that room. She probably wanted to let you go and let you go. Escaping, I... stopped it, the queen asked me to stop it, I had to stop it, I didn't know at the time, she was going back... let you go."
Meng Fuyao didn't speak, his back was straight, like a jade pillar embedded in the moon.
"When she fell into my hands, she said something. She said, please let my daughter go." I looked into her eyes and thought of my own mother. On the night when the house was destroyed, my mother asked the family general to protect me when I went out. The same is true of my eyes.
"I asked her, do you want to die now? She stared at me in surprise and nodded. She is really a smart woman. She made a choice without me explaining. When I took her back, I used my master to teach The method of closing acupuncture points, cut her pulse with a golden needle, the golden needle can control her pain, just such a cut, she will definitely die."
Meng Fuyao was shocked.
"You know what happened later, grooming, it was a torture that I didn't expect. The punishment was so severe that the effect of golden needles controlling acupoints could no longer completely block the pain. Besides, I was young at that time, and I was not proficient in closing the pulse. , Xu Wan... still hurts."
"Fortunately, she died very quickly." Zong Yue let out another long sigh, "The golden needle pierced the acupuncture point, and she could not live for half an hour. Her suffering...is not as severe as you imagined."
"So I don't think I owe Xu Wan anything. Although I captured her back, even if I hadn't taken action at the time, she would never have escaped from the palace. Besides, she didn't intend to escape. As for me, I couldn't save her." She... I don't think I had a reason to save her at that time." Zong Yue said lightly, "Fuyao... I just feel that I owe you, if I didn't catch her first, but let her go back and let you go, then the last thing is At least...at least you don't have to be forced to witness that scene in the closet...that's my fault."
"So you sealed my memory?" Meng Fuyao asked after being silent for a while.
"I was deeply disturbed by letting you see that scene. I tapped the acupoints to take you out of the palace. After a long hesitation, I sealed your memory. Maybe this decision was very selfish and unfair to you, but you were so... I was afraid you're going crazy..."
Zong Yue stopped talking, remembering that night when he picked up the thin and deformed girl, she didn't say a word, but struggled like crazy, obviously she didn't have the strength and obviously he was all martial arts, but it took a lot of effort to drag her every step She was picking up the cabinets, the bed, the curtains, and everything she could grab. Her eyes were full of hatred and distrust for him. He was afraid that people would find out, and when he was so anxious to pick her up and was about to leave, she bit her. Clinging to the side of the bed, if he hadn't noticed something was wrong, all her teeth would have been pulled out.
Such hatred... such madness... such perseverance... From the beginning to the end, she didn't shed a single tear, and didn't say a word.
In the end, he had no choice but to touch her acupuncture points, and rushed all the way out of the city. She was still flushed and restless in the sealed acupuncture point. He was afraid that keeping such a memory would cause harm to the child sooner or later, so he hesitated for a long time and chose to seal her memory.
He didn't take the most straightforward amnesiac, but just closed it, as long as she wanted, in fact, she could think of it at any time, but she didn't, she was more ruthless than a golden needle, and at the same time closed herself voluntarily.
More than ten years ago, on the lonely cliff of Duxiu Peak, under the green cypresses, the little child was put into a bamboo basket and drifted along the water. He stood on the green and black cliff and watched the basket sink and float with the waves. Floating into a round and big moonlight, it was approaching mid-autumn at that time, the night of the moonlight was full of brilliance, and the water under the cliff was shimmering, so that he couldn't see the direction the basket was drifting away.
At that time, he was full of sorrow, full of sighs for the unknown future, watching the child go with the water, thinking that it was the release of fate.
Unexpectedly, in the end, she built a barrier of lovesickness for herself.
Zong Yue remained silent. At this time, he had a dark and charming face, with black eyes, long hair, flaming red lips, and bright and bright beauty. However, the gorgeousness that was usually compelling, now turned pale layer by layer. Cool as frost.
For revenge, he paid too many sacrifices, such as the double identity of day and night, such as the very different face of An Mei, such as the permanent internal injury, such as the gangster when he was young, but now he knows that the deepest and most painful , unexpectedly stood on the opposite side of her, exiled her, and hurt her.
Meng Fuyao was also silent, feeling confused, she always knew that Zong Yue had something to do with it, but she never wanted to get into it, because Zong Yue was different from Changsun Wuji, and Changsun Wuji's breaking promises must have something to hide, but Zong Yue didn't necessarily, he never He is not a good person, and he has never done anything to avenge his family. He has struggled and wandered, and in the process of struggling, he has many innocent souls in his hands. Who can guarantee that there will be no Xu Wan? After all, to Zong Yue back then, their mother and daughter could only be regarded as strangers.
Back then, he had no reason to protect her, but he might hurt her for some necessary reasons.
So she was afraid of revealing the truth, afraid of having to face a dilemma after revealing it, so she pulled out her hand that stuck into Lao Lu's chest, and took his last breath to prevent him from finishing speaking.
However, what can't be avoided can't be avoided after all, and it will start again in this way.
Now, with such a result, she was faintly relieved... Fortunately, it was not that bad. Zong Yue was still a teenager after all, and the changes in his family changed his mind while also retaining a touchable personality. Soft, he didn't wield Ling Chi's sword against Xu Wan in the end, and killing her was just a fulfillment.
As for those mistakes... Instead of holding Xu Wan back for Zong Yue and forcing her to witness the scene in the closet, it would be better to hold the eight-year-old girl who locked the closet back then.
The questions that had been buried in the depths of the years were finally resolved, but the depression in her heart could not be dispelled immediately. In any case, thinking of Zong Yue watching Xu Wan being tortured and doing nothing to save her, Meng Fuyao's heart was inevitably chilled. Gently stroking Xu Wan's bones in his palm, he said calmly for a long time: "I still say the same thing, God's will tricks people, it's not about manpower, all grievances and grievances are gone, and they will be written off."
Then she hugged Xu Wan's bones and strode out without looking back.
The eldest grandson Wuji followed silently, glanced at Zong Yue when he passed by Zong Yue, wanted to say something but didn't say it, and left quietly.
No one is wrong, but they are all wrong, but it is the result of the coldness of heaven, and this night is Weiyang, Liulihuo.
Zong Yue didn't move, he sat down slowly, sitting in front of the Yanling Palace, which had been silent for fourteen years and shook the world, and sat among the ruins and dust of the collapsed walls.
The moonlight is desolate, slightly bloody, just like the moonlight hanging on the cypress of the lonely cliff that night fourteen years ago.
soaring.
Now I finally understand.
I can survive thousands of miles of wind, survive a thousand lives, and survive the years of poetry and wine, but I can't survive your ignorant eyes.
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The night is still dark and the stars are twinkling. This is the fifth night of April in the 30th year of Xuanji Tiancheng. After dawn, the Queen's Succession Ceremony will be held. The history of Xuanji Kingdom is about to turn a new page. Towards the coming joy.
But the front of Yongchang Hall was brightly lit.
The 30,000 Imperial Forest Army did not stand guard in front of each palace gate to prevent Meng Fuyao's entry, but gathered in formation under His Royal Highness Yongchang, with their swords out of their sheaths and arrows in their strings, the new energy spreads the gold, and the cold shines on the iron clothes. Waiting, but didn't hear a cough.
The torches were blazing, shining brightly on the tip of the knife, reflected by the moonlight, and the whole huge white marble square seemed to be floating with a layer of water.
Meng Fuyao walked over calmly with her 3,000 people, behind her was Tang Yizhong's 50,000 troops guarding the palace gate.
Three thousand horses rode in front of Xuanji's main hall, and the sound of three thousand was "cha".
The Dahan warriors are the most skilled in riding, and the 30,000 Xuanji Imperial Forest Army showed admiration, but remained silent, confronting each other with iron-like eyes.
The weapons in the scabbards of Dahan King's army squeaked eagerly, waiting for their king's order to immediately kill this ugly and dirty dynasty.
But there was a long voice of order, which came from the top of the hall.
"Invite Prince Wuji, King Dahanmeng, to enter the palace—"
Meng Fuyao raised his head and smiled mockingly, what's the point at this hour? If you let me in, I will come in, and if you don't let me in, I will come in too. The difference is whether you need to walk on the corpse or not.
She strode over without hesitation, and the 30,000 imperial guards parted silently like waves, making way for a narrow road full of oppression.
The long forest of spears stretches from the bottom of the steps to the thousand steps above, and the light of the torches burns silently at the top of the forest of spears. Meng Fuyao suddenly remembered that she had walked through such a road of spear forests in Taiyuan back then. , At that time, she had no martial arts, was injured, pretended, and was thrillingly nervous.
At that time, she was also simple, free, happy and bright.
Meng Fuyao's eyes suddenly wet slightly.
For the vicissitudes of this life.
Gain is closely related to loss. When status is turned upside down, suffering and setbacks also come in parallel.
She took a deep breath, raised her head, and walked up the steps. The jade-white aura around her body was released. Wherever she passed, the tip of the spear snapped. The bright steel spear tip jumped out, jingling and drawing white arcs, and the torch sparks on the upper end were so excited that the imperial forest soldiers who were pierced by the spear tip and burned by the sparks kept groaning and retreating. There was a mess on the steps, and it was no longer the order and oppression before.
Meng Fuyao sneered and went straight to the top of the hall.
She no longer wants to control herself for others, and she will not allow any obstacles in her path from now on!
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In the three main halls, the curtains were lowered, and the inner hall was still lit by a single star, flickering dimly like a will-o'-the-wisp. The two people's footsteps stepped on the mirror-like golden brick floor, and the echo was long.
Meng Fuyao drove straight in, pushed aside the curtains one after another without stopping, and stopped in front of the last layer of veil.
The lights came from there.
The veil is transparent, and there are two shadowy figures, one standing and the other lying down, their heads touching as if they are whispering, and they look very affectionate.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the standing man raised his head, smiled faintly, and said, "You're coming?"
His tone was really casual and natural, as if he had been waiting for Meng Fuyao for a long time, as if Meng Fuyao was a good guest from afar, and she was a warm host who had been waiting for a guest for a long time.
Of course, this voice is also very familiar.
Meng Fuyao smiled, and her tone was actually very kind, "You are here, why am I reluctant to come?"
The man smiled gently, and said: "Please open the curtain yourself, it's not convenient for me."
With a flick of Meng Fuyao's sleeve, the curtain fluttered away soundlessly, and the dim light rushed into his eyes, and the person under the light raised his head and smiled compassionately.
The eyebrows are curved like the moon, elegant and elegant, the moon-white skirt falls to the ground, and the dark pattern on the skirt is embroidered with Buddha lotus. The breeze blows the temperament, and the eyes are peaceful and serene, without the vulgarity of the world.
Feng Jingfan.
Meng Fuyao stared at her steadfastly, let out a long breath, and murmured: "This world is really annoying, some people are just like cockroaches, they refuse to die no matter what."
"You're right." Feng Jingfan smiled sweetly, "It's really annoying."
As soon as she spoke, Meng Fuyao immediately made a puking expression, let out a "bah", and then hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I always feel like throwing up when I see you, didn't I vomit your place? Actually, I don't think so, Your land will not be cleaner than cow dung."
"It's okay." Feng Jingfan was always amiable, gently massaging the shoulders of the lying person, "You always get dirty wherever you go."
"That's right." Meng Fuyao smiled, "But it's better than being born with filth and evil in your bones." Her eyes fluttered downwards, looking at Feng Jingfan's squinting old guy who seemed to be enjoying himself, and gave her very cordial condolences , "Aren't you dead yet?"
Feng Xuan opened his eyes, looked at her in a daze for a long time, then sighed for a long time, and remained silent.
"You have plenty of opportunities to catch up with him." Feng Jingfan said, "In hell."
"That's where you should go, I won't squeeze with you."
"Let me say, what are we two talking about here? That's something only street shrews do." Feng Jingfan suddenly smiled and said, "Dear King Meng Han, let's talk about business."
"Oh?" Meng Fuyao sat down with a smile on her face, "What serious business do you think we can talk about?"
"Give me that little chapter in your bosom." Feng Jingfan smiled, "I'll stamp a certain will, and it will be done."
"I said Your Majesty the Queen." Meng Fu shook Erlang's legs, "Aren't you supposed to hold the scepter in your left hand and the jade seal in your right? How could you ask for such an important thing with outsiders?"
"It's not my incompetent sixth sister who stole the jade seal." Feng Jingfan smiled, "It's really troublesome, the jade seal, whoever it belongs to, it's useless to steal it, and it's useless to occupy it. .”
"Who said that? Possession is useful, at least you can destroy it if you want." Meng Fuyao immediately took out the bright yellow satin bag from his bosom, and squeezed it lightly.
A pile of jade powder was immediately scattered on the ground.
Looking at the pile of jade powder, Feng Jingfan's face finally changed. After the change, she sneered and said: "Okay, okay, it really is the number one lunatic in Wuzhou Continent, destroying jade seals...you can really do it."
"That's right, this is the tone and expression that a person should have." Meng Fuyao applauded, "It's a shame that Yuxi was ruined, otherwise I would have to watch you with a disgusting fake smile and continue talking to you, that's really life Better to die."
"I feel like talking to you is a waste of time." Feng Jingfan said flatly, "You can get out now."
"That's great, this is what I want to say to you. I'll give you one more word." Meng Fuyao squinted and smiled, "You can get out and die."
"Oh?" Feng Jingfan laughed, "Why?"
"Don't you have eyes? Or do you think that so-called hostage under your command can change your life? Sorry, I'm not interested," Meng Fu shook his hand, "Please kill, please kill quickly."
"You three thousand guards, all the power of your Dahan and Wuji in Tongcheng, can't you change?"
Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes, "Huh?"
"Do you think Tang Yizhong's 100,000 troops are obedient? Do you really want to use them obediently?" Feng Jingfan massaged Feng Xuan unhurriedly, "It's a pity that the 100,000 troops will happen tonight Riot, there is no way to give you any support at all, your three thousand guards have already entered the palace, just caught between the 30,000 Imperial Forest Army and the 50,000 Nagano Army who came, but you don't know, your three thousand guards who are known as the most brave in the world Can Changhan Jingqi hold back the 80,000 Xuanji Army who are also equipped with advanced weapons?"
She blew on her nails with a smile, and said: "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, the fifty thousand troops of the third brother are actually mine, and the third brother has been loyal to me for a long time."
Meng Fuyao was silent for a while, and then he heard chaotic voices outside the palace gate, the sound wave faintly floated over, Feng Jingfan's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile, "Listen, it's started."
She then turned her head to look at Changsun Wuji, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, have you considered being my husband?"
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, sat in the chair and looked at her leisurely, and said: "If you are Fuyao's dowry, and make our beds and quilts for us every night, I can consider letting you make a fool of yourself, just in case Fuyao won't like it... Besides, I'm afraid I'm going to throw up too."
From his arms, Master Yuan Bao suddenly came out, making a mouth-opening expression.
"..."
Meng Fuyao's face was dark, and he had a lot of complaints about someone's thick skin, but seeing Feng Jingfan's face, he couldn't help laughing, Changsun Wuji became shameless, and it was really ruthless.
"There is nothing more to say." Feng Jingfan's face was cold and his breath fluctuated, "Get out! Leave Xuanji! Swear to never disturb Xuanji again! Otherwise, even if I can't touch you, it will be easy for you to wipe out the entire army of more than 3,000 people. very!"
"It's very easy for you to brag." Meng Fuyao sat still, "If you talk about it, the world will be settled, the throne will be passed on, the queen will ascend the throne, and we will make way."
"No?" Feng Jingfan sneered, "Aren't you, Meng Fuyao, kind and responsible? Isn't it Aijun Ruzi who refuses to let his subordinates sacrifice easily? Isn't it clear about grievances and unwillingness to let personal grievances implicate innocent people? You have the heart to kill someone Me, killing your three thousand loyal guards? You stay here, it’s okay, then you are waiting to bear the debt of three thousand lives, and you want to get out to save? I still have eighteen masters here, even if I can’t kill you, delay It must be possible for you to leave a settlement time of 80,000 to 3,000 for a while."
"You know me pretty well." Meng Fuyao sneered, "Then, do you want to try?"
Feng Jingfan stopped talking, a little bit of blue gradually appeared on her white neck, and her eyes were also faintly cold. Under the light of the lavender palace lantern, it looked like a wax figure that had not been painted.
For a while she was in a state of embarrassment, and she said in a deep voice to whom she didn't know: "Go, get some proof to show the crown prince and King Meng, and let them see clearly the consequences of disobedience!"
The sound of the wind blowing clothes on the eaves faded away.
All three stopped talking.
The air was very quiet, only the occasional crackling sound of the candle wick and the old man's heavy and rapid panting. The lantern flowers were hanging down and no one was cutting them. Feng Jingfan was fascinated by the lonely lamp, her face was pale, her eyes were gloomy, her fingers were nervous On the brocade mattress, it was tightly clenched and then loosened.
Today's situation, in fact, has reached the worst step for her. Both the queen mother and uncle Yuheng are dead, and the biggest support around her is gone. If she can't force out her eldest grandson Wuji and Meng Fuyao today, she will have nothing to suppress Their ability, the only hope is that Meng Fuyao's heart softens and she withdraws from the palace. She ascends the throne quickly, and then gathers the whole country's troops to kill the two of them in Xuanji territory.
As for the consequences of killing them, I don't care about it now, so what if we destroy the country? After all, he was Xuanji's emperor, and he avenged his life's great revenge!
At the beginning, she was concerned about the identities of the two of them, fearing that killing them would lead to Wuji and Dahan's coalition forces to destroy Xuanji, so Uncle Yuheng tried to divide them and let them kill each other. She even had a vague hope in her heart —They broke up and separated, and she will marry Xuanji as a country, and the gentleness of the fingers will be supplemented by the expansion of the territory. Who can resist the men in the world? At that time, perhaps, Changsun Wuji will change his mind
It was because of this hope that he didn't really kill him.
Should have killed them long ago!
Feng Jingfan's eyes turned, and he looked at the old man on the couch with a gloomy expression. Feng Xuan was still that half-dead man, with difficulty opening his eyes, panting on the couch, and his fingers were still moving nervously... Damn it, What kind of medicine did the queen mother give the father? Why did he do this? Mental weakness is easy to control, but now it's good, I lost the jade seal in a daze, and I haven't finished writing an imperial edict until now, and the empress's name is still empty!
The sound of chaotic footsteps came from a distance, breaking the silence of the empty hall, Feng Jingfan's eyes lit up, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
With a bang, someone pushed open the door, strode into the hall, raised his hand from a distance, several bloody human skulls rolled to the feet of Meng Fuyao's eldest grandson Wuji.
The two looked down, their faces changing.
"Report to the fourteenth emperor, the head of the rebel general of the Changyong Army is here!"
"Okay!" Feng Jingfan raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said loudly, "Do it!"
"yes!"
In the distance, there was a faint sound of shouting and killing, mixed with the bloody smell rising from the hall, it sounded a bit shocking, Feng Jingfan glanced at the two of them, and said slowly, "The Changyong Army has been controlled by me. Your Excellency's three thousand guards will become meat. Are you two still willing to give up?"
With a wave of her hand, eighteen figures jumped down from the four corners of the hall, surrounding Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji.
"Regardless of life and death, keep them!" Feng Jingfan shouted coldly, "Let them listen to the dying wails of their subordinates!"
Eighteen people swiped their swords in unison, and with a "choke" sound, eighteen sharp arcs of light flashed in the dark hall instantly, interweaving into an airtight network of light.
"My teacher Yuheng, I taught these 18 people the supreme formation that I left behind. They only practiced this formation all their lives, immersed in it and became familiar with it by heart. All their energy and hard work are integrated into this formation. A person with the strength of the top ten will surely trap you!" Feng Jingfan's mouth curled into a smile, he turned around and took the imperial decree from the table, and looked at Feng Xuan, "Father, let's concentrate on finishing the imperial decree. "
She stopped looking at the two of them and turned around.
"Crack!"
Eighteen people flicked their long swords together, and Hua Guang's fierce swords struck repeatedly, and the hall was filled with the sound of dragons chant.
Standing there, Meng Fuyao listened to the shouts of killing in the square outside, and suddenly said to Changsun Wuji: "I see...we really have to withdraw."
Changsun Wuji smiled and said, "Where are you going, where am I?"
Feng Jingfan's expression darkened when he heard it, and then he was slightly happy.
It's good to back out, one step back will lead to more steps back, and eventually there will be a chance to solve them.
"Report to the fourteenth princess!"
The eighteen people who were about to gather around were stunned by a sudden shout, and when they turned around, they saw a dark figure outside the hall, and the man who threw the head of the traitor did not leave.
Feng Jingfan turned his head in surprise, and said, "Why haven't you left yet?"
"This subordinate also brought a few heads of Han army guards!" The man shouted, "Let Da Han Meng Wang open his eyes to see clearly how her subordinates died! Get out sooner!"
"You are thoughtful!" Feng Jingfan was overjoyed, and waved his hand, "Present!"
The man raised his hand and threw it, his physical strength was heavy, and he threw a few round things up, dripping in mid-air.
The head was thrown out, Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji looked at each other, then suddenly flew away, one on the left and one on the right, up to the high pillars of the main hall.
"Crack—"
Several "heads" exploded in mid-air, some exploded directly on the heads of eighteen people, some flew out countless sleeve arrows and flying needles, some flicked in mid-air, and suddenly stretched out several serrated knives, swish swish cut through the human scalp.
Another one came straight at Feng Jingfan, and three golden knives flew out of his black "hair" with a "cha" sound!
Feng Jingfan yelled angrily, turned over and floated across the bed, the golden knife chased her endlessly, followed her flying trajectory and chased after her, Feng Jingfan turned over and over again, swept again and again, from behind the bed Swept to the front of the couch, turned from the back of the lamp to the top of the hall, flew from the lower hall to the top of the hall, where the bed, curtain and curtain were destroyed. The fragments are really embarrassing.
But the eighteen people who were concentrating on the formation did not expect their heads to explode, and howled miserably, half of them were injured in an instant.
"Papa papa."
Meng Fuyao applauded leisurely on the roof beams of the main hall, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, is this the good show you want us to watch? It's really wonderful!"
"You—" Feng Jingfan suddenly turned her head while avoiding, "How... how!"
"What's wrong?" It was another person who answered the conversation, and walked in from outside the palace with a smile, "Your Highness, you want to make trouble in my Long Yong Army, and you don't even think about my Tang family. Soft persimmon?"
The pretty baby-faced little grandfather pointed at his eldest grandson Wuji again: "You want to make trouble in front of him? Don't you think about the reputation of Prince Wuji?"
"Are you praising me or hurting me?" Changsun Wugao smiled Shi Shiran while standing on the top of the palace. "Actually, the crux of the problem is that Her Majesty is too worrying. Everyone has to be careful."
"How is it possible..." Feng Jingfan turned her head in panic in mid-air, she was obviously good at lightness kungfu but her real strength was not sustainable, her black hair was covered with fragrant sweat after a while of galloping.
The eldest grandson Wuji didn't even look at her, and he didn't answer. It was Tang Yizhong who liked to talk, and said in a rambling manner: "Your Highness, since the prince and the others know that you are still alive, they will definitely care about you. You are controlling your majesty in Yongchang Palace. , but you can’t stop sending news, the person who sent you the news is your personal maid Ming Ruo, right? You don’t need to stare at anyone, just stare at her.”
Feng Jingfan leaned up and narrowly climbed over a very narrow beam on the roof of the hall. The golden knife flew over and took off a piece of her hair, but was blocked by the beam and could not fly back. Feng Jingfan finally got rid of the knife, very He landed in embarrassment, stood in front of Feng Xuan's couch, sneered and said nothing.
"The whereabouts of your little maid have always been under the control of the intelligence department under the prince." Tang Yizhong smiled, "Didn't you see clearly the heads that were thrown in earlier? One, there is Mingruo, oh, the hidden talents specially trained by you are also there, to be honest, you are too far away from His Royal Highness to spy on the assassination power."
"Thank you for helping to eradicate the cancer." Tang Yizhong made a final bow and concluded his speech.
Feng Jingfan stood silently, her bun had been cut off by the flying knife, and it was scattered long and short over her shoulders. Some short hair covered her eyes, so she couldn't see clearly what was in those eyes. The light flickered on and off, casting a shadow on her face. The deep and shallow outlines were no longer the gentleness they pretended to be, but cold, hard, and eerie jagged.
She stepped back suddenly.
Retreating to Feng Xuan's side, grabbed the unfinished imperial decree, grabbed Feng Xuan's wrist with one hand, and said sharply: "Father, you write! Write quickly! No matter what, I am Queen Xuanji! I will always be better than that The slut who doesn't know where he came from is noble!"
Her eyes were red and her breath was fluctuating. No matter what, she wanted to fight for the last time!
The hall was very quiet, Feng Xuan suddenly sighed under her palm, stuffed the imperial decree into her hand, and said: "I have already written it."
Feng Jingfan heard that he suddenly stopped breathing, and his tone was calm and calm, no longer the weakness of these days, she was startled in her heart, and hurriedly lowered her eyes, the last name of the empress in the imperial edict suddenly caught her eyes:
Feng Fuyao!
Her vision went dark, and she shook, as if countless phantoms suddenly flashed in her vision, colorful mist and weeping, sharp teeth bursting out from all sides rushed towards her, she was knocked dizzy for a moment, and her blood was splashed.
"Feng Fuyao... who is Feng Fuyao!"
"Your sister." Feng Xuan sat up calmly, adjusted his clothes, crossed his knees, and combed his messy hair with his fingers. At this moment, he was no longer that decadent old man who was controlled by others. He was quiet, dignified, and graceful. Smiling, although his complexion is still not good, but that imperial demeanor has returned in an instant.
On the top of the main hall, Meng Fuyao never came down, looked at him with a sneer, and seemed not surprised by his earth-shaking changes.
Feng Xuan raised his head, smiled at her, beckoned very kindly, and said: "Fuyao, my daughter, come, let me see you."
Meng Fuyao sneered, ignored him, looked up at the top of the hall, and felt that the weird beast was ten thousand times more beautiful than the old man in front of him.
Feng Jingfan stepped back a few steps, and hit the imperial couch with a bang, but she didn't seem to feel any pain, and hissed with a white face: "Who...who? Sister? Where did my sister come from..." She suddenly turned around. head, staring at Meng Fuyao's eyes, his eyes were churning in the deep sea, like countless flags tossing and moving in the wind of truth, those flags fluttered past, uncovering Shen Qian's memory, and with a swish, ten thousand flags were suddenly pulled away. That scene four years ago.
The little girl who stared at her silently from the cabinet fourteen years ago suddenly jumped out, her stubborn and sharp adult-like eyes gradually overlapped with the sneering woman on the top of the hall.
"It's you...it's you!"
Feng Jingfan was finally about to be severely knocked down this time, and her last obsession was shattered in an instant. The enemy turned out to be an old enemy from fourteen years ago, and her father, the emperor, actually passed on the throne to her!
"Why! Why!" She suddenly turned around and screamed at Feng Xuan.
"You lost, it's that simple." Feng Xuan still smiled kindly at her, "I want to choose the queen, not the daughter."
"You hate me for confining and persecuting you together with my queen mother and master?" Feng Jingfan stared at him and murmured in disbelief, "But father, you promised to pass on the throne to me, and we didn't treat you that way." What are you doing, you hurt me like this... you hurt me like this... "
"What have I done to you?" Feng Xuan looked at her calmly, "Jingfan, I don't mind at all your behavior of coercing the emperor to make the princes. I am really satisfied that you can do this, in fact, until just now," he said. Pointing to the imperial decree where the name was just filled in, the ink was still wet, "If you can drive away Fuyao, the name on it is still yours."
"you… "
"I've said it before, the one I want to choose is the emperor. The truly powerful emperor who can secure Xuanji's throne." Feng Xuan lowered his eyes, caressing the imperial edict calmly and cherishingly, "I am not in good health in my old age, tired of In the government affairs, Xuanji has accumulated a lot of evils. The princes and princesses are busy fighting for the position and neglecting the government. Xuanji's national power is not getting better day by day. , Xuanji will surely fall into the never-ending battle for imperial power, and sooner or later the country will perish under the newly rising Dahan or the covetous Wuji iron hoof. This is the country of my Feng family. Clan inheritance cut off my hand? Therefore, this throne can only be occupied by those who are capable."
"So you delegate power to your children, so you let the children compete in the three realms of Xuanji while spreading the news? So you give them almost equal strength and let them fight each other on a fair battlefield until the final winner is determined. Regardless of life and death?" Feng Jingfan trembled more and more, and his voice became colder and colder as he spoke, "That's not a group of wild beasts grabbing food, it's all...these are all your children!"
Feng Xuan was silent, and after a long time quietly said: "I also came here like this."
Using the throne as bait to lure the children to kill each other, whoever is the final winner, who is the king, is like raising Gu in a clay pot