Six days later, Fengzhao received a message from Yueming's flying pigeon, and after reading the letter, he stared at the defense of the Ji Kingdom opposite.

At the time of the unitary, he left the border pass and returned to the palace and bid farewell to Chang Ruojin.

Yueming told him in the letter that Fenghe had failed to seize the throne, and Fengqing had handed over the power of state affairs to Fengze, and that it would be better for him to return to the imperial capital if the Ji Kingdom did not use troops against Yanlong.

After resigning, Chang Ruojin rushed to Qilin Valley overnight to say goodbye to his mother Chang Ruoli.

There is no way out how his mother's return dissipates his depression for more than ten years. I think there are other things to do in the imperial capital, or according to my father's plan, after my mother returns, my father will definitely leave the imperial capital with emaciated energy.

Yueming urged him to return to the imperial capital, and according to his own speculation, there must still be some kind of danger in the imperial palace, and it was obvious that his father could not leave easily.

Three days later, he embarked on his journey back to the imperial capital.

On this day, in a remote house in a valley far away from the village on the outskirts of Emperor Jingcheng, a golden-headed eagle flew down on a large rock in the courtyard.

A man dressed as a hunter plucks a letter from the leg of a golden eagle.

After reading the letter, he summoned someone, but it was the assassin who assassinated Feng Qing at the Chrysanthemum Exhibition and was rescued by the people of the Ji Kingdom.

"Tomorrow, you go to the government office and surrender yourself. He said coldly to the assassin.

The Assassin's face turned extremely ugly, and he immediately knelt down and begged him.

"Go, your life is not yours in the first place, and if you follow my arrangement, I will keep your family safe. There was no emotion in the cold words, and the cold eyes flashed with the light of a cold knife.

The ancestral hall of the Teijing Feng clan. The screen window was closed, the wide hall was surrounded by hazy cigarettes, and the tablet was placed in an orderly manner on the offering table facing the door.

There was a lonely person kneeling on the futon under the offering table, skinny and dark, but it was the wind river.

He had been kneeling here for three days and three nights, not knowing hunger or thirst, let alone the pain in his body, at this moment he felt that he was already a dead man, but this high Feng Clan ancestor did not accept him. And let his flesh kneel here in vain.

In his mind, he recalled over and over again the splendor and majesty of wearing the dragon robe that day. God treated him so cruelly, it seemed that he had given him all the prosperity and dignity, but in the end, it never gave him anything.

Everything was just a dream, and in one day he lost the imperial seat that he thought was within reach. lost her mother and lost Yun'er. Now he kneels alone in this great hall. Facing the rows of ancestors of the Feng clan, he hated them, hated the country they had built, if there was no such country. How could he be in such a situation?

He also regretted that when his father was stunned by Yun'er, he did not remove his father with a ruthless hand, if he had not put on the dragon robe, he would not have known the benefits of the dragon throne, but God let him wear the dragon robe, just one step away he stepped on the high dragon throne, and controlled the good rivers and mountains of thousands of miles, but everything was only illusory after all.

In his heart, he hated his father more and more, and he was afraid of his father, the master of the great dragon was so unfathomable.

The door of the temple was opened, and a piece of light sprinkled in an instant, he was still kneeling there, like a dead log, every day there would be an expressionless person in black who came in to wipe the token, but did not say a word to him, he knew that the identity of the gatekeeper in the ancestral hall was mysterious, even if the father came to the person, it was only a shallow bend.

He still kept his head down, his mind wandering in the endless darkness.

A figure stood beside him, and he was indifferent, but the man did not clean the temple as usual, but stood quietly beside him, without the slightest intention of moving.

He was still like a dead piece of wood, and he thought that there was nothing in this world that could arouse his curiosity except the high throne, and his heart was dead.

"River"

The sound of the river was gentle and peaceful, as if it had been heard somewhere a long time ago.

After a moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, looked up at the person who called him.

Dressed in a green shirt, a bright one, a pair of warm eyes like the sun on his clean and handsome face were looking at him quietly.

"Uncle Wang" Feng He whispered in his stunned mouth, could it be that he was already dead, and he saw Uncle Wang who had long since died.

Feng Xuan stretched out a large hand, which shone with the luster of white jade in the bright sunlight.

Wind River involuntarily passed his hand over.

In my memory, when I was a child, Uncle Wang would often help him up who was secretly crying like this.

When the two hands touched, he was sure that Uncle Wang was alive, and that hand was as warm and generous as it was back then.

Tears raged down like a broken dam.

"Uncle Wang, you are still alive. The wind and river wept silently.

Feng Xuan nodded, pulled up Feng He, whose legs and feet were already numb and couldn't move, his palm condensed a trace of warm power, and with the flick of the sleeves of his robe, Feng He felt a stream of heat flow over his legs.

Feng He was even more convinced that Uncle Wang was alive.

"Uncle Wang, where have you been for so many years?" Feng He is like a child who has been wronged.

Feng Xuan turned sideways to look at the spiritual position on the offering table, and said lightly, "I've always been here. ”

Feng He's eyes widened and he looked at Feng Xuan's back incredulously, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses: "Uncle Wang, you have always been in the palace?"

"Yes. ”

"But," Feng He's words were stopped by Feng Xuan's voice before he could finish asking, "Do you think I was killed by your father?"

When he said this, his bright and gentle eyes looked at Feng He fixedly, although his eyes were bright and gentle, there was a little seriousness in that bright and gentle, so that Feng He had to lower his head and dare not face it.

"Do you remember when you first entered the Feng Clan's ancestral hall as a prince, who read the Feng Clan's testament to you?"

Feng He recalled with great effort that on the day the prince was established according to the Feng family's testament, the prince had to enter the ancestral hall to announce his ancestors, and he had to accept the teachings of the Feng family's testament.

At that time, there was a Feng Clan law enforcement elder who read the Feng Clan's testament to him, and that Feng Clan Law Enforcement Elder he only met so once, and then he entered the ancestral hall on the day before the New Year's Festival every year, but he never saw it again.

"Remember what that Feng Clan elder did to you back then?"

Feng He thought carefully, he was made the crown prince at the age of twelve, and he was not very tall when he was established as a prince, after the law enforcement elder finished reading the Feng clan's testament, he reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said to him softly: "He'er, you are already the prince of Dalong, you must know how to be tolerant and tenacious. He remembered that the law enforcement elder's eyes were very gentle and bright.

Suddenly, he seemed to react and opened his mouth wide, "Uncle Wang, you are the law enforcer"

Feng Xuan nodded, it was still the Feng Clan's testament that he read for Feng He, but he changed his face at the beginning.

"Do you remember the content of the Feng Clan's testament?" Feng Xuan's tone gradually became stern.

Feng He was scared, and at this moment he knew that he was not only facing Uncle Wang, who was gentle as a spring breeze to him, but he was still facing the Feng Clan's law enforcement elder.

There are many precepts of the Feng family, most of which are bound to the emperor and members of the royal family, when he was made the crown prince, he was young and frivolous, and he did not listen carefully to the rules in the Feng family's testament, and now he can't really remember it.

He couldn't say anything.

Feng Xuan's expression became more and more severe.

"What do you think is wrong with your father treating you like this today?"

He asked coldly.

Feng He lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "There is nothing wrong with my father's handling, it is that He'er is not careful enough to do things carefully and seriously that Yun'er was taken advantage of by Yun'er's girl."

A cold cloud rose in Feng Xuan's eyes, "Do you really think that your father doesn't know about the things you did? Your father is dealing with something wrong, and you should be beheaded for whatever you do, whether it is the Feng Clan's edict or the laws of the country." ”

Feng He's body shook suddenly, and he looked up at Feng Xuan in horror.

"The Feng clan's testament, all the Feng clan people kill their fathers, fratricidal and fratricidal will be killed, even if you are the emperor, you can't kill each other at will, I have grudges with your father for so many years, but your father has never killed me, and you have repeatedly sent people to assassinate Feng Ze, and secretly sent military food to Jiguo, do you really know these things?"

Feng Xuan's eyes seemed to be still calm and unwavering, but there was a slight pain in the depths of his eyes.

That's heartache for the indisputable Wind River.

Wind River's legs shook involuntarily, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"How can you bear to put the blame for killing your father on the head of a weak woman?"

There is a cold number of cold days in the cold words.

Feng He wanted to quibble, but as soon as he met Feng Xuan's penetrating gaze, he involuntarily fell to the ground with weak knees. (To be continued......)