Feng He, who was kneeling on the South Gate Square, lowered his head, his heart was already numb, and he didn't know that he was thirsty or hungry. At this moment, he only hoped that someone could kill him and let him get out of this world as soon as possible, "Maybe—then you will have some heartache like this, father, right?" thought to himself.

It's the middle of May, and the sun is faintly hot. Not far from the Wind River, there were dense people surrounding them, and they all heard the holy decree read by the palace people who had just come out, and knew that the emperor had given them the right to execute the crown prince.

"After all, the emperor is the father of the crown prince, how can he bear to kill his own son?" people understood the feelings of the emperor as the father of the crown prince.

But none of them dared to take the lead in fighting the Wind River, and the people knew that he was the crown prince of the royal family and the heir of the future Great Dragon.

The people just wrapped the kneeling Feng He in three layers inside and three layers outside, looking at him with an angry but not daring look, and they didn't even dare to talk out loud, as long as the emperor convicted the prince, they already felt that the emperor was very fair, at least for the poor maid in the prince's mansion.

Time passed little by little, Feng He was still kneeling motionless, he heard the whispered discussions of the people around him, and gradually returned to his consciousness, and his mother's teary eyes appeared in front of him again, and a mocking smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Mother" felt a sour feeling in his heart. The mother in memory only knew how to cry and simply ignored his existence.

At this time, a well-behaved and docile little face surfaced in his mind, a pair of deep and deep eyes on the little face always looked at him with pity, "Yun'er" He screamed softly in his heart, he didn't know that at this moment, his eyes were filled with tenderness that he didn't even know.

No matter how slow the time was, it was time for the sun to set, and the wind and water did not enter the day, and he came out to be tortured. No one dared to bring him a sip of water, and the people only hated him, wishing that he would be burned to death by the sun. Starved to death. Although none of the people dared to come forward and hit him, it did not mean that they would forgive him.

"Yun'er. How is He'er?" Empress Wu Yan anxiously walked in circles in the dormitory.

"Niangniang, the generalissimo sent a message that no one in the square dared to beat His Royal Highness the Prince. Yun'er replied softly, as long as the prince could save his life, it would be good for her.

But he didn't get a drop of water for a day. Wu Yan put her head on her hand, sat on the chair again, and said anxiously and distressedly.

"Can you send some food to He'er?" she looked at Yun'er's face full of anticipation.

"The emperor has an order, and the prince will die when he goes out. No one was allowed to bring food to the prince. Yun'er replied in a low voice, with sorrow in her voice.

"Your Majesty. Wu Yan gritted her teeth and said in a low voice.

In the middle of the night, there was a thunderclap. It was pouring rain outside.

"Xia Linhai," Feng Qing stood in front of the window, looking at the dark sky outside the window, and from time to time there were soybean-sized raindrops carrying the wind and dust on his face in the window.

"The minion is here" Xia Linhai bent over and walked in.

"How about going to the plaza and seeing the wind river?" there was unspeakable worry in his deep voice.

"Yes," Xia Linhai bent over and walked out.

"Come back. Before he had gone far, he heard another heavy command.

The short, forty-year-old palace man bent in again.

"Forget it," a long sigh was indescribable helplessness.

"陛xià. Xia Linhai knew Feng Qing's mood.

"He deserves some punishment. There was exhaustion and heartache in his deep voice.

When Xia Linhai went out, he peeked at the back of the standing window, under the dim light and candle, the tall and burly back in the past had an indescribable loneliness.

"Hey," the half-old palace man also let out a long sigh in his heart. He has served Feng Qing since he was the crown prince. He walked with him all the way, and knew all the pain in his heart, but he was just a slave who couldn't help him.

Another sunrise and sunset. Feng He still knelt at the south gate, and still no one dared to step forward to punish him.

At noon on the third day, Yao Ling turned back from the street, and the bells on her body jingled, and came to the house where the wind was shining, and saw him draw, and then sat down on the chaise longue beside the bed boredly, and staggered. The bell on his waist also rang rhythmically with the jingle of the bell.

"Wind River has been on his knees for three days, and I'm going to see him. It's no longer human. After all, it was the girl who had a kind heart, and she felt a little unbearable. From beginning to end, Feng Zhao and Yue Ming did not tell him about the outrageous things that Feng He had done. The main reason is that she is afraid that if she knows about it, she will think of the Fa to kill Feng He. After all, Wind River is the crown prince of Dalong and the cousin of Fengzhao.

Fengzhao didn't speak. I continued to draw.

"Rather than this, it is better to be beheaded at once. Yaoling said to herself. The rays of the sun shining through the window happened to shine on her delicate face, which had a bright and hazy beauty.

She didn't care whether the wind was right or not, and still continued: "Well, do you guess who I met in the crowd when I went to the square just now?" Lying on the chaise longue, she looked at the wind photos, a pair of clear big eyes flashing, full of smiles. "Who?" Feng Zhao asked.

"Miss Qinfu. Yao Ling said crisply.

Feng Zhao's hand paused slightly, and then continued to paint.

It seems that I made a special trip to see the wind river, but I didn't wear her peony brocade dress, but an ordinary dress. Yaoling continued to talk to herself.

"Did you specifically greet people again?" asked Feng Zhao without raising his head.

"yes, the more she doesn't want to see me, the more I want to ask her. He shook a bell in his hand, and the bell rang for a while.

"Well, she looks good in a normal dress. He said casually.

Feng Zhao put the pen in the pen holder and looked at his painting, listened to Yaoling's words, turned his head to look at her, the corners of his mouth involuntarily tore slightly to the sides, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"She's beautiful. Why don't you say that I will marry her as a side concubine?" Before the words fell, a bell came to the face. He silently leaned to the side, followed by another bell. The corners of Fengzhao's mouth flashed again, and a smile flickered. He slid towards the doorway behind him.

"Such a domineering woman dared to murder her husband before she even passed the door. "Teasing in his mouth.

Yaoling had already stood up from the recliner, looked at the two bells that did not hit the stroke, untied the snow silkworm brocade, and threw it at the wind. She knew that Fengzhao was teasing her, but she was still angry and said that Qin Min was beautiful. The girl is like this, she can praise the merits of her rival, but she is not allowed to praise the beloved man for half a sentence.

The two chased after each other to the center of the courtyard, and when they saw Yaoling's angry and jealous appearance, the happier Feng Zhao was, the more he wanted to tease her.

"You don't know that Mrs. Qin, but you asked someone to tell the fortune of that Miss Qin, saying what kind of phoenix fate is that, so Feng He wants to marry her, you say that if I marry her, will I become a dragon?"

Fengzhao knew that he had said the wrong thing, and he regretted it for a while, and hurriedly chased after him.

Fengzhao's light skills are excellent, but when he chased out, there was still no trace of Yaoling. Standing on the wall of the palace courtyard, he saw only the pedestrians bustling on the street.

There was a shop next to each other near the Xuanwang Mansion, and he could only listen attentively, and there was no sound about Yao Ling within a radius of several miles, and he knew in his heart that Yao Ling must have been hidden somewhere to restrain his breath.

"Ghost girl" muttered to herself in a low voice, and at the same time regretted in her heart that she shouldn't have teased Yaoling with Qin Min. The look of pain that flashed in Fang Cai Yaoling's eyes, he saw it all in his eyes, it was the first time he had seen such an expression on her face, and that painful look made his heart faintly feel as if it had been pricked by a needle.

At this moment, in a ready-to-wear store not far from the palace of King Xuan, Yao Ling restrained the sound of his bell, put a tender white finger between his lips and made a silent gesture to the boss, and then chose a lotus-colored dress, handed the boss a piece of silver, and shook his hand at the boss, signaling that he didn't need to change.

She put the dress on her body, thought about it for a while, felt a little bad, hurriedly took it off again, took another shirt and tied it around her waist, and then put the lotus-colored shirt outside. She casually took another brocade handkerchief wrapped around her head and wrapped it around her head, and after waiting for all the qiē to be dressed, she limped out of the door of the ready-to-wear store.

She knew that Fengzhao's skills were profound, and as long as she was a little careless, she might be heard by him, so she put away her skills and pretended to walk as a cripple, walked on the street with one heavy foot and one light foot, turned around the ready-to-wear shop, and she immediately hid in a corner before secretly looking towards the Xuanwang Mansion.

She saw the wind shining on the wall of the palace courtyard, wearing a dark green wide-sleeved brocade suit, long hair that was scattered, and her temperament under the sun was tough and domineering and handsome. My heart couldn't help but be in a trance, thinking about what he had just said about Qin Min, my heart hurt slightly, and I was a little lost for no reason. She didn't know why she was so sad to hear that. Anyway, she was very unhappy at this time. This is also the first time Xiaofeng has broken her heart.

continued to limp away, and at this moment, looking from behind her, I couldn't see her original delicate and dexterous back at all, only the back of a fat and lame ordinary working woman with a brocade hand.

All her thoughts were in the words that Fengzhao had just said, and she didn't notice that in the bustling crowd, a pair of bright and pure eyes followed her into the ready-to-wear shop, and watched her out of the ready-to-wear shop.

She limped over to the coachman, and gave him sign language, hoping that he would give him a ride, but the coachman thought he was dumb and nodded and agreed to her request.

Sitting in the carriage, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest with her hand, and secretly thought that it was really hard to pretend to be lame, and suddenly her mood was better, thinking that she could avoid the eyes and ears of the wind, and she had a great sense of accomplishment in her heart, and a smug smile on the corner of her mouth hung on her delicate face. (To be continued)