These words really expressed the expectations of all the ministers, but they did not dare to reveal a trace of yearning on their faces. 『』

The air pressure in the main hall was extremely low, and everyone was holding back a sweat on their heads, and this cold low air pressure was emanating from the body of King Xu, who was full of expectations, and they all had the idea of escaping in their hearts.

At this moment, they felt in their hearts that maybe facing Feng Jingxuan every day would be much better than facing this King Xu who had a cold expression all over his body, and everyone held their breath in unison, and they didn't dare to let out the atmosphere, for fear that King Xu would find out that he had his own save.

"My Fengxu Dynasty, the foundation of hundreds of years, has always been to establish the country with military force and govern the country with culture. Did the emperor not see the edict of the first emperor? Or did the emperor think that the edict of the ministers was forged? Or did the emperor insist that the ministers bear the ......charge of rebellion? Only when it comes to the topic of Emperor Xiaoxiao, can he barely make a trace of waves on the cold face that has not changed for thousands of years Since the moment he knew that he was the incarnation of the Heavenly Demon, he never thought of framing himself in this small world, if he wanted it in this world, why wait until today?

Maybe it's the nostalgia of this body or the Heavenly Demon is not ruthless, in his heart he doesn't want the Feng family's dynasty to fall, he has deliberately paid attention to many places over the years, the Quartet campaign is to deter the countries of other continents can not be lightly moved Feng Xu's mind, he never thought that he was not there for a few days, and what he didn't want to do still happened.

People have their own lives, he knows, even if he gets what doesn't belong to him, he will lose it, and he will still die if he deserves it, but he still can't help it, he just doesn't believe in fate.

The Heavenly Demon does not believe in fate, he is the incarnation of the Heavenly Demon, and he still does not believe in fate, who stipulates this destiny?

What if it can't be violated? Isn't he still alive as the embodiment of the Heavenly Demon? The Mandate of Heaven is only for the weak, and no matter how tough the fate of the strong is, it can't completely wipe it out.

When Emperor Xiaoxiao woke up, he placed her to go to the Bright Holy Sect to train, but before she went to Yunxi Kingdom, he wanted to drive Wu Qichen back to the underworld, so that he would not dare to go to the human realm lightly.

In this way, even if others can't be by her side at all times, he can rest assured, only in this way can he stay with peace of mind to assist Feng Jingxuan and help Feng Xu get on the right track.

However, this gentleman's covenant with Han Zigui looks like some changes are going to be made, that kid is too immoral, and he always feels that he has suffered a loss.

"Uncle Nineteen, Xuan'er didn't mean that....... I...... In the future, everything will be the main, and worry about the country...... "Uncle Nineteen's heart is not here, this Fengxu Country is his home, but one day, he will go away and climb to a higher peak."

In the past, it was his father who held him back, but now it is him, and only when he grows up as soon as possible will he go to a higher and wider world, right? Perhaps, the current ending is what he has long expected.

Otherwise, my father is in the prime of life, and the prince's brother and other brothers are very good, how can this edict be in the hands of Uncle Nineteen?

"Those who attack and rule with chaos will die, those who attack the good with evil will die, and those who will attack the obedient with counterattack will die. The emperor is the only person in my Fengxu Kingdom who can wait for the throne justifiably. I hope that the emperor will remember this lesson that the foundation of the four major families in my Fengxu Kingdom is deep and stable, and the ministers dare not talk about the policies passed down by the ancestors are all inappropriate, but this catastrophe is due to the suppression of the family, and I hope to deal with it properly...... "Everything is over, if he talks about this, Xuan'er still can't handle it well, then he really is not the emperor's material."

The tenth son of the imperial brother is ten years old this year, he was really sick that day and did not go to Feng Jingxuan's wedding, by the way, he can also transfer the seventh prince Feng Jingmin and the ninth prince Feng Jingli in the northern Xinjiang camp, although he thinks they are a rare strategic talent.

"Uncle Xu, what you said is extremely true. I have already made up my mind about this matter, and I don't need to rush this matter, let's wait until after the funeral of the emperor and his brothers and sisters...... "Uncle Nineteen really wants him to be a good emperor, such a teaching, he said to him from the position of an elder, such a care, he shouldn't let him down, she also hoped that he would be a good emperor.

Listening to the change in title, as well as the expression on his face, Xi Ye thought that maybe Xuan'er was not as gentlemanly as he appeared, and maybe he would be a good emperor.

The plot of burial is always unavoidable from the rainy and gloomy atmosphere, obviously there was some slight sunshine a moment ago, with the throwing of yellow paper, it became slowly gloomy, when out of the Fengxu Imperial City, when walking on the Imperial Mausoleum Avenue, the sky suddenly darkened, and the dark clouds were dense.

"I didn't come to him, he came to the door by himself......" The huge ancient trees on both sides of Huangling Avenue suddenly had no wind and automated, and the evening night sensed a strange breath approaching them from afar, the breath was gloomy, and he guessed who the person was without thinking deeply.

Wu Qichen must be coming for him, or he is coming for Han Zigui and Emperor Xiaoxiao, and a battle with him is inevitable.

glanced at Feng Jingxuan, who was walking in front of him in a white filial piety robe, and then looked at the civil and military ministers, palace maids, eunuchs and heavy coffins with sad faces behind him, yellow paper floating all over the street, and quietly flashed in the direction of Wu Qichen at night