Xu Le always thought that, except for a few people from the Li family in Philadelphia, no one in this world knew about the relationship between him and Feng Yu. His Majesty actually broke through countless mysteries in one sentence.
The cup grass poem standing beside the golden sunflower screen and the white-haired aristocrat in front of the soft couch were a little bigger than his reaction. After hearing the name Nasri, the always calm and calm Huaicao poem raised his head in surprise. Nodding, the noble's brows were raised very high, and then quickly lowered.
Prince Baiwu, Minister of Military Affairs of the Empire, he is His Majesty's brother, and the secrets of the entanglements between the royal family and the master Fan's mansion are not secrets to him. He knows very well what the name Nasri means to the emperor. He is shocked by this. At the same time that the federal soldier had a relationship with Nasri, he thought more sadly, since His Majesty let himself hear these things, he probably had already made a decision in his heart.
The emperor of the empire, Huai Fuchai stood up slowly, his robes poured down like clouds, he ignored the shock of the three people in the room, looked at Prince Bai Wu, and said: "I don't need Caton's death. Explain to you, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid. You always say that no one in this world can kill Caton in such a situation, so his death must be my conspiracy At this time, Nasri's descendants personally admitted that he killed Caton, do you have any new doubts?"
Prince Bai Wu was silent for a long time, finally no longer humbly cocked his body, slowly stood up straight, his back was as tall as a pine tree, looked at Huaifuchai and said calmly: "Actually, there is really no need to explain, you should be very clear, I just I have always been afraid of you, and Caton's death has turned my fear into courage. But I really didn't expect that Nasri was still alive and had a son."
"There are many unimaginable things in the world." Waifcha replied indifferently.
Prince Bai Wu smiled slightly and said, "After all, you just want to convince me."
"You can rebel against me and try to overthrow my rule. In fact, you have been doing this for decades since the father chose me as the crown prince."
Huaifu put his hands behind his back and looked at the distant clouds outside the building. Youyou said, "But it's hard for me to accept that you will do it for such a stupid reason, and I'm even more reluctant to take morals for things I've never done before. responsibility."
Prince Baiwu didn't answer any more words, sorted his clothes in silence, and walked to the railing.
At the end of the railing, several soldiers were waiting to arrest the mastermind behind the noble rebellion.
Prince Bai Wu smiled and caressed the railing with his wrinkled hands, then shook his head, and his body slanted down, falling into the sunset.
Waifuchai looked at this scene coldly, watching his own brother jump off the building and commit suicide, his expression did not change at all, but the pair of eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds looked down, as if chasing the figure in mid-air .
Xu Le, who was tightly bound, watched all this in silence, knowing that he had witnessed a page of the history of the empire with his own eyes. How powerfully quelled the rebellion, and who the old noble was, but he could guess that with the death of the nobleman, the rebellion finally came to an end.
The emperor of the empire tied himself into the palace, probably to convince these rebellious nobles that Caton's death had nothing to do with him? Xu Le thought silently, but was startled by two scorching eyes. He remembered the question again. From that sentence, it can be clearly inferred that the emperor actually knew the uncle. Could the uncle really be a so-called traitor
He looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I know who Nasri is?"
The emperor did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at his face with a complicated expression and asked, "Where is he now?"
"Already dead." Xu Le replied.
The emperor was silent for a long time, waved his sleeves, as if to drive away some extremely unpleasant memory and a blowfly, and said, "This kind of person should have died long ago."
"Why do you know about my relationship with him?"
Xu Le suddenly thought of a very fatal question. If the imperial family knew Feng Yu's abilities very well and knew that he had the means to remove the chip from the back of his neck, how could they not guard against his escape
"People like Lipifu won't have illegitimate children." Huaifuchai said indifferently: "And you are a federal citizen who knows eight rice, so you are naturally Nasri's son."
Thinking of the previous conversation between the emperor of the empire and the nobleman, Xu Le felt more and more strange. Why did the imperial people insist that he was Feng Yu's son, but did not think of being a student? Is this kind of weird stuff really a kind of pedigree boring existence
"This is a very simple inference, and it's very interesting that there are probably only a few people in the entire universe who can infer it." Waifucha's face was cold, and it didn't seem interesting, "Now my problem is that since he is dead, twenty Who should I complain to for the anger I have accumulated over the years?"
The wind came from outside the building, not violent or gentle, just blindly cold, just like the atmosphere of the time.
Huaicao Shi, who had been silent for a while by the screen, suddenly raised her head and looked at her father, as if she wanted to say something, but her lips were still tightly pressed and she said nothing.
"I don't know what happened back then." Xu Le did not explain the real relationship between himself and Feng Yu to the other party, he squinted at the emperor and said, "As for your thoughts, it has nothing to do with me. Just one of your captives now."
Waifuchai stood silent for a long time with his hands on his back, as if he didn't hear what he was saying, and then he slowly lowered his body and picked up the old thorns at his feet.
The thorns were held tightly, and there were faint black stains of old blood on them.
The thorns fell heavily, not waving into flowers, but slashing the air directly, then tearing the bandages and restraints on Xu Le's body, tearing his flesh and blood, with endless resentment, venting not knowing what to do. Where did the hatred of the king come from.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
There are countless small metal hooks hidden in the thorns, and every time it is swiped, it is like a terrifying kiss of a tiger's tongue, scraping a very thin layer of flesh and blood, which is extremely painful.
Waifucha silently and vigorously waved the thorns, like a calm madman, whipping the paralyzed young man.
Xu Le's face was extremely pale and his eyes were extremely bright. He was paralyzed and should not have felt pain, but the torture of being humiliated seemed to hurt him in his heart.
The whistling wind passed, and a miserable bloody mouth appeared in his lower jaw.
He didn't narrow his eyes, his bright eyes were full of anger, staring at the crazy king in front of him, roaring with blood spray: "Fuck you!"