When Emperor Jianheng led the crowd to secretly return to Beijing, the princess of the town who leaned over the two dynasties gradually came to her end at this moment.

When Feng Wei, who heard the announcement, arrived at the house, he was lazily lying on the soft collapse, and the eldest princess Zhaomao, who was served by the male pet and beating her legs, was still a little surprised.

And the next moment, the closed door of the temple squeaked, like a rotten saw pulling through wood, and made a heavy and hoarse sound.

The autumn light shone directly in, and it also brought a slight cool breeze, Zhao Mao couldn't help frowning, but saw Feng Wei holding his back up, and walked in quite freely and said with a smile: "Eldest princess, please accept the order." ”

Zhao Mao glanced at Feng Wei with a sneer, then stood up unhurriedly, dusted off his skirt, stroked his sideburns, and said, "When did Your Majesty return?

"This is not what the eldest princess should ask. ”

Hearing Feng Wei say this, Zhao Mao's eyes immediately turned cold, and then he said disdainfully: "Father-in-law Feng is becoming more and more arrogant now. ”

Feng Wei smiled indifferently, and didn't say more, only leisurely unfolded the holy decree, and said in a loud voice: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said-"

Seeing this, although he was unwilling, he still knelt down in the end.

And when she heard the will behind her, it was like a thunderbolt that struck down, making her overwhelmed, and she was even cold.

Feng Wei condescendingly looked at Zhao Mao, who was stunned and paralyzed in front of him, and immediately grinned disdainfully: "Eldest princess, dare to ask you to go on the road." ”

As soon as the words fell, an attendant came in from outside, holding a tray in his hand, no need to look at it, there was only a pot of wine, a wine glass, and a snow-colored white silk that had been folded.

"Presumptuous, you dare to falsely preach the holy decree!"

Zhao Mao suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately glared angrily, his eyes were as fierce as a sharp blade quenched with poison, pointing directly at Feng Wei.

Feng Wei couldn't help but feel funny when he heard this, Zhao Mao in front of him was like a grasshopper after the autumn, struggling to make people feel ridiculous.

"The eldest princess doesn't know that Zhao Guiren, who you single-handedly supported into the palace, has now been whipped and exposed, burned to ashes, and filled into the dry well in the backyard of the palace-" (Note: Only the palace maids and eunuchs who have made a big mistake will be burned into ashes and sprinkled into the dry well of the harem.) ）

Zhao Mao's body couldn't help but shake when he heard this, and his hands gradually trembled, and Feng Wei still said indifferently at his feet: "That dream of early warning, now in the world, is a nonsense caused by you, as for the thunder and fire to burn the Fengxian Palace, Your Majesty has already said that even people can't do such a rebellious thing, the Xiao family, there is no descendant like you——"

At this moment, Zhao Mao gradually felt as if he was kneeling in the snow of the cold winter wax moon, and the back spine gradually gave birth to more and more pressing coldness.

"Now in the eyes of the people of the world, you are a rebellious person whom everyone has to condemn, and Your Majesty is merciful—"

Feng Wei couldn't help but bow his hand respectfully to the east as he spoke, and then slowly looked sideways and said: "For the sake of the eldest princess's love for the righteousness of the country, Your Majesty specially approved to leave a whole corpse for you, but after death, you can't enter the imperial mausoleum, because Your Majesty said that you are worried that the ancestors of the Xiao family will scold him in your dreams, so you can only be wronged to sleep in Xishan on the outskirts of Beijing." ”

When the voice fell, Zhao Mao gradually stunned, and after the stagnation, it was a cold and desolate smile, Zhao Mao's cold eyes stared at the tray in the hand of the waiter, like a ghost, peeling skin and eating bones, so that the waiter couldn't help but tremble.

Xi shan?

Anger almost burst out of his chest, burning like hot oil, and Zhao Mao's eyes almost glared out of anger, biting his lip until scarlet blood flowed out and seeped into his teeth, making him extremely mad.

What a good brother to her.

Like the ruthless father, she actually wanted to throw her sister to a mass grave where wild dogs entered and exited for burial.

A cold smile gradually overflowed between Zhaomao's blood-soaked lips, like a ghost floating from the ground, cold and ghostly.

"This palace wants to see Xiao Ji!"

Zhao Mao got up angrily, stepped forward and slapped the tray away, only to hear the tray fall in response, and then the sound of the wine cup smashing and shattering sounded.

Feng Wei couldn't help frowning, but Zhao Mao's eyes were extremely cold, and the corners of his lips gradually rose with chill and ridicule.

"This palace is the princess of today's town, if there is no palace, how can today's emperor come? The cunning rabbit died, the lackeys cooked, even if the king of Guangling died, the palace is by no means a fish on the chopping board of others, the palace wants to see Xiao Ji, the palace wants to see, how she wants to kill me, the sister who single-handedly helped him to the throne!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Mao was like crazy, and he was about to run out with his sleeves, Feng Wei's eyes were sharp, and the attendant behind him immediately stepped forward to drag it, only to hear the sound of "hiss-", but the eldest princess was dragged by the torn clothes, the hairpin fell, and the hair was messy, like a crazy woman.

And when she opened the door, she was shocked to find that the door was already besieged by the palace guards, and even a bird could not fly out, let alone a person.

Zhaomao's face was suddenly as pale as paper, and his eyes revealed the last struggle and despair.

She never imagined that she would one day.

She is the favorite princess of the first emperor, and she is the hero who helped Xiao Ji sit on the throne of God, even the prince of the East Palace has to call her aunt!

She didn't expect to find herself in such a situation.

How she doesn't hate, how she doesn't hate!

Feng Wei glanced at Zhao Mao coldly, and then said without a trace of tone in his words: "Since the eldest princess doesn't like to drink, then you can serve you well and go on the road." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Mao's eyes suddenly shook, and when she turned her head stiffly, several attendants were already cold as hellish ghosts, approaching step by step, and one of them held Bai Aya tightly in his hand, unhurriedly unfolding.

"Don't die in this palace, don't die in this palace!"

Zhao Mao felt scared for the first time, and involuntarily stepped back, and then pointed at Feng Wei fiercely and scolded angrily: "You rootless eunuchs will not end well in the future!"

"The eldest princess is too worried, as long as you are not as rebellious as the eldest princess, the slaves and maids will die right. ”

The smile in Feng Wei's eyes was gentle and kind, but the words he said made people feel cold.

"The eldest princess doesn't need to threaten the slaves and maids like this, as the eldest princess said, the slaves and maids have no roots, but they have a heart loyal to Your Majesty, even if the eldest princess turns into a ghost tonight to find the slave maid, the slave maid will complete His Majesty's will, not to mention, the slave maid is never afraid of ghosts and gods. ”

As soon as the words fell, Feng Wei's eyes immediately froze, turning into a cold knife and shooting at Zhao Mao, and then coldly spit out two words, which were beyond doubt.

"Hands-on. ”

When Zhao Mao struggled in horror, the waiter with the white silk in his hand immediately stepped forward and turned his hand neatly, put the white silk on Zhao Mao's neck, and when Zhao Mao struggled with the last trace of strength, he held one end in his hand and threw the other end to the opposite waiter, almost at the same time, the two eyes met, and immediately their eyes were ruthless, and they pulled both sides with all their might. Its strength was so great that you could almost see the slightly trembling hands of the two attendants, the tightly bulging joints, and even their faces flushed from holding back all their strength.

Feng Wei watched this scene silently, watching Zhao Mao's desperate struggle at his feet, and tried his best to pull Bai Aya, who was suffocating her, with both hands, but it was to no avail.

Gradually, Zhao Mao's face turned from red to purple, and gradually pale and frightening like window paper, until finally, seeing that the person under the white silk no longer moved, his hands were like kites with broken strings, and he fell silently, slightly shaking out of the shadow and falling to the ground.

Feng Wei's hand was slightly cold, but he calmly rolled up the holy decree, turned around and said indifferently: "Let's go." ”

When the attendants lost their hands, Zhao Mao's gradually cold body smashed to the ground like fallen leaves blown off by the autumn wind, and he was no longer angry.

And being controlled by someone on the side, Mu Ran's male pet who watched the whole process was almost shocked to go to half his life, when the restraints on his body were gone, he saw that only Zhao Mao who was left in the house with his own tragic death, but the male pet vomited without warning, and vomited until even the bitter bile water was clean, and he still couldn't himself.

And at that moment, he also understood that he would not survive tonight.

Poor Zhaomao was proud for a lifetime, thinking that he was in control of the world situation, but he didn't even know who he was dying. For mobile phone users, please browse and read,