In the center of the lobby of the Criminal Department, Feng He, who was dressed in prison clothes, had his hair scattered, his body was messy and haggard, and his hands and feet were already in chains that only heavy prisoners have.

Master Min, the chief judge of the Criminal Department, sat behind the desk, with a cold face, looking at Feng He sternly, and Feng He trembled under his gaze.

"Someone came to show the physical evidence to the emperor's eldest son. Lord Min's majestic voice sounded coldly in the solemn hall.

A copywriter came to Wind River with a contract and unfolded it, which was the document that Wind River had set up to betray Yongguan and Kudu to the people of Jiguo in order to assassinate Feng Ze.

Feng He glanced at it, and his face immediately turned pale, but he forced himself to pretend to be high, and snorted coldly and did not make any excuses.

Lord Min glanced at him and commanded the person next to him in a deep voice:

"Bringing people to commit crimes. ”

A prisoner was brought in and stood next to Wind River, who turned his head to look

His eyes flickered with deep horror and fear, his lips trembled slightly, and his hands trembled slightly. In a hurry, he turned his face away from the man.

"Do you know the person in front of you?"

Toshi-sama asked the prisoner who had been brought in coldly.

"I know, he is the eldest son of the emperor of Dalong, the former crown prince. The prisoner looked at Feng He and replied expressionlessly.

"The eldest son of the emperor, do you know this person?"

Without hesitation, Wind River replied loudly, "I don't know." ”

Without waiting for Lord Min to ask again, the man laughed out loud, "The eldest son of the emperor, you are so forgetful, but you sent a housekeeper to find us and ask us to assassinate the concubine Niangniang at the chrysanthemum exhibition."

"Shut up, I have no grudge against you, why do you want to frame me?" shouted the inward Wind River.

The prisoner looked at the wind river like this. Hehe sneered, "If it weren't for the assassination incident at the chrysanthemum show, how could you be coerced by the people of the Ji country, the reason why the people of the Ji country rescued me was to use this matter to blackmail the eldest son of the emperor to use you for their use, am I wrong?"

"You...... You...... Nonsense!" a bean-sized cold sweat broke out on Wind River's forehead.

"You are afraid that the people of the Ji Kingdom will hand me over to the Great Dragon, so you agreed to send the grain to the Ji Kingdom, and discussed with the people of the Ji Kingdom to assassinate the new prince of the Great Dragon. There is a secret door behind the mural in the study in your mansion that leads to the residence of the people of the Ji Kingdom, the eldest son of the emperor, am I right?"

Beads of sweat dripped, and Feng He's face turned from anger to red, and his expression was indescribably desperate and frightened.

Toshi-sama kept an eye on the wind river. Look at his expression at the moment. I already have eyebrows in my heart. "Someone came, and they brought all the prisoners down. ”

That day, a group of soldiers drove into Wind River's mansion and found a newly built wall behind a mural in the study. Smash that wall open. A deep tunnel appeared. The courtyard attached to the end of the dark passage has long been uninhabited.

In the imperial study, Feng Qing held the fold in his hand, and said nothing in a cold and gloomy manner. A few days in front of the desk stood Feng Ze and Lord Min, with serious expressions and condensed expressions.

"All the evidence is conclusive, the eldest son of the emperor has fallen into the trap set by the people of the Ji Kingdom" Lord Min was stopped by Feng Qing before he finished speaking, and the words "cut according to the law" As soon as the words fell, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Feng Ze hurriedly stepped forward to support him, "Father and Emperor have come to pass on the imperial doctor." ”

Not long after, a lean old man walked in, his small eyes flashing with a little cunning and alertness.

Feng Ze looked at the man suspiciously, only to see the old man walk to the desk and look at Feng Qing, who had closed his eyes slightly, and sighed for a moment: "Boy, you are like this, how long will you be strong?"

Feng Qing opened his eyes slightly, looked at the old man in front of him, snorted coldly in his nose, and then waved his hand to signal Feng Ze and Master Min to retreat.

"Don't you see me anymore?"

"Hey, my ghost is the nephew of you and Feng Xuan's kid, I feel sorry for hurting any of you, I think you robbed Feng Xuan's wife, I can't bear to watch Feng Xuan scold you in pain, but it doesn't change anything at all, and now I can't bear to see you so sad. ”

After speaking, he clasped his hand on Feng Qing's left wrist vein, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

In the deep prison, the wind river is no longer human, and his beard covers his cheeks and is covered with dirt. He was thrown into this prison for dozens of days, and no one questioned him except for the first day when he was arraigned, as if he did not exist in this earthly world.

Deep fear and loneliness consumed his heart at any moment, and he was like a half-drowned man, unsinkable and lifeless.

"I want to see my father, I want to see my mother," he cried out as he grabbed the cell door. "I am the eldest son of the Great Dragon, you can't do this to me. ”

A jailer brought a prison meal and put it at the door, and he stretched out his hand to grab the jailer. "You help me bring it to Lord Tamin, I want to see him. His face was full of pleading.

"You'd better stay in peace, Lord Min doesn't have the spirit to see you. ”

Judah avoided his outstretched hand in disgust.

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

Wind River was deeply stabbed by the jailer's expression, and he regained his demeanor as a prince.

"Heh, do you still think that you are the eldest son of the emperor of Dalong, to tell you the truth, if it weren't for the prince's kind order not to be tortured against you, for the crimes you committed, you would have to lose an arm and leg if you were not beaten to death. The jailer sneered and looked at Wind River with contempt.

"Wait for death. ”

After saying that, he put away the dishes and chopsticks again, turned around and walked towards the dark aisle.

Feng He in the prison stood there stunned, what he was afraid of was finally revealed to the world, and he didn't hide after all. There was a sudden great relief in his heart, and he no longer had to hide it with all his thoughts, but after the relaxation, there was boundless darkness.

Stretching out his hands he grabbed his neck, soft and warm, he tried to tighten his hands, and suddenly let go of them in a hurry, accompanied by a violent cough.

"I want to see the prince, I want to see the prince. Suddenly, he shouted, hoarse and crying in a particularly poignant voice in the dark and cold prison.

"Yun'er. At this moment he thought of the gentle and quiet woman, and of the eyes that were infatuated by a ray of sunshine.

Knowing this, he might as well accompany her, at least he understands his loneliness, his loneliness, his despair, and with her with him, even if he walks on Huangquan Road, the fear in his heart will be much less.

Leaning weakly against the cell door, he slid down, and looked desperately at the palm-sized window on the cell wall, where there was a glimmer of light, but it could not shine on him.

When Yaoling saw the wind shining through the door, she paused for a few breaths, and then suddenly plunged into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, and buried her head deeply.

There have been too many things that have happened in the past two months, and the only thing that makes her feel relieved is that she recognizes her mother, but because of Yi Feng's identity, in order to maintain her mother's dignity, she can't get along with her mother openly, so she can only secretly go to see her mother occasionally.

And in the past two months, she has been thinking more and more about the wind of Yanlong, and she is so eager to see him.

Fengzhao kissed Yaoling's hair and stroked her shoulder lovingly, "Ling'er." He called her softly, his tone full of pity and love.

He saw that Yaoling's fawn-like eyes were as pure as a fawn, and there was a thick melancholy that he had never felt before, and that melancholy made him feel distressed when he looked at it.

"Everything is with me, don't worry. He comforted her.

Yaoling in her arms just hugged him tightly.

She wants to tell Fengzhao that she wants to go back to Yanlong, she wants to take her mother to live in the peaceful and warm Ningjun Mansion or Qilin Valley, she doesn't want to be involved in anything related to the palace, there are too many intrigues and darkness, the loss of family affection, the hopelessness of love, and the indistinguishability between love and hate.

Raising her head, she saw the affection in Fengzhao's eyes and the perseverance after affection, and she swallowed the words she was about to say.

"I just miss you. ”

Fengzhao reached out and gently scratched the tip of her upturned nose.

Because there is a will in the palace, King Ningjun must go to the palace first as soon as he returns to the imperial capital, so Feng Zhao can not stay in the palace for a long time, and he hurriedly met with Yao Ling, he went to the front hall with the coming Yueming, and after he left the harem to make a general understanding of what happened in the harem, he hurried to the palace.

Stepping into the gate of Qingli Palace again, the golden yellow of the sunset covered the entire courtyard, quiet and elegant, and he remembered the scene of his mother standing in the courtyard.

Xia Linhai walked up to him with broken steps, bent down and whispered respectfully, "Your Majesty has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

When I saw the haggard and vicissitudes of life, I couldn't help but be secretly shocked in my heart, the deep and majestic emperor is now more like a person who has gone through wind, frost, rain and snow, sitting in the darkness, surrounded by indescribable fatigue and loneliness. (To be continued.) )