On the second day, when the sunset in the west scattered the last bit of light on the towering palace wall of the imperial capital with a golden glow, a white horse stood under the gate of the imperial city in the east, and immediately sat down in a blue and white brocade dress.

There was a slight anxiety in his calm expression.

He looked up at the wall of the city gate, where stood a man, his expression cold and indifferent in the setting sun.

The two brothers looked at each other, neither of them speaking first.

Seeing Feng Ze alone, Feng He's heart became a little unsteady.

Where did the people who escorted Fengze go, and who were those people?

And who are the people behind them? And where are those people now?

Did that Chang Yue Ning really have the strength to compete with him and the Great Dragon? If that Chang Yue Ning learned that his father had died at his own hands, what would he do?

He was really afraid of that Chang Yuening, who had a cold face and no expression, and the expression on that face was strikingly similar to that of his father.

When the heavy door was creaked open, the dusty wind saw a quiet white through the crack in the door, and "Father" called softly in his heart.

Liao Zeru, who pretended to be a passer-by outside the city gate, looked worriedly at Feng Ze, who walked into the palace gate alone, Boss Shan saw his worries, and said softly: "Don't worry, there will be someone in the palace to protect him." ”

When they arrived in the imperial capital, they received an order to return to Juxiang Pavilion and let the prince enter the palace alone.

Seeing the overwhelming white in the golden sunset, Fengze had an unreal feeling in a trance. Is that really how my father went?

In just twenty days after he left, there were such earth-shaking changes in the palace. Looking at the way a group of guards approached, he knew what a dangerous environment he was in.

But he was not afraid, because the high imperial power was not something he was willing to want, since Feng He wanted it, he would give it to him, but he couldn't forgive him for what he had done to his father, in his heart he vaguely felt that his father's death had a great relationship with Wind River.

In the main hall where the coffin was parked, he knelt down lightly and kowtowed a long time.

He grew up beside Chang Ruoli since he was a child, and he saw all the loneliness and loneliness of Fengqing.

He remembered that when he was very young, he often saw his father standing alone at the door of the Qingli Palace, staring for a long time. Full of affection. He sympathized with him and wanted to brush away the loneliness of his body.

"Father, are you a good emperor?"

I remember that on a snowy morning, when he was four years old, he was listening to the teacher's lecture on the book "The Evaluation of the Emperors of the Past Dynasties", and it happened that his father was passing by the place where he was studying, and he went in to ask him about his studies. He casually asked such a question.

He remembers it well. My father was stunned for a moment. Then there was a little stunned in his expression, and finally he only said: "A good emperor can't live for himself, but my father didn't do it." ”

For some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable at that time. So he stepped forward and grabbed Feng Qing's hand and said softly: "Father is Ze'er's good father. ”

He saw a ray of relief flying from his father's eyes, thinking that his father must have liked this sentence, and since then, he has studied more diligently and worked hard to do everything well, in order to make his father happy.

It wasn't until later that he learned that he wasn't his biological father, but that didn't affect his respect for him.

Because he knew that under the cold and majestic appearance of his father, he had a benevolent and broad heart, and under the rule of his father, the country was clear, the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and the country was prosperous.

Now that yin and yang are separated, he will not be able to see him or hear his teachings.

But for some reason, there was a vague indescribable feeling in my heart, feeling that my father didn't seem to be dead, but just hidden, where was it hidden?

For his father Feng Xuan, he has a closeness and love for him from blood, and at the same time, he also deeply admires his father, who has experienced such an encounter but can still have a face like water, a gentle expression, and no trace of vicissitudes and sadness.

How could his father not save his father if he was able to endure it for so many years and finally save his mother unconsciously, and also sabotaged the plot of Fenghe to assassinate him? He didn't believe that his father would watch his father be killed.

Just as he was thinking about it, a cold voice came from behind him: "You're finally back?"

Feng Ze ignored it, and still kowtowed to the coffin.

Feng He behind him looked at Feng Ze gloomily, this younger brother he had never looked at him once, and he didn't think that he could have an equal position with himself.

But it turned out that he was wrong, this seemingly harmless brother almost became a stumbling block on his road to imperial power, he wanted to get rid of it again and again, but he was repeatedly rescued by the two protons of Yanlong.

"Brother Ze, you're coming back late. Holding back the disgust for Feng Ze in his heart, he said calmly.

Feng Ze got up and looked at him quietly, the light in his eyes condensed and calm.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Wind River felt a little hidden, and he was a little embarrassed.

Xia Linhai announced the edict of the former emperor to him. With a light cough, he assumed the appearance of an emperor.

Xia Linhai, who was bent over on the side, read the edict again.

Feng Ze listened quietly, waiting for Xia Linhai to finish reading it, he just asked softly: "My father has died, brother, are you at peace now?" There was a faint pity in his calm and gentle eyes.

Avoiding his eyes, Feng He's heart jumped a few times urgently, and some panic and resentment arose in his heart, and he wanted to gouge out Feng Ze's eyes that seemed to be able to see through things now.

"But who escorted you back?" he asked, looking at the coffin, in a low voice.

"Eagle Guard. ”

Feng Ze replied lightly.

Feng He was shocked, he didn't expect that it was the real Eagle Guard who took Feng Ze's return, and suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart, and he wanted to ask something but was hindered by Xia Linhai, so he hesitated and didn't ask.

"Then why didn't they follow you into the palace?"

"They are the eagle guards in the palace, and their actions are naturally much more mysterious. They picked me up and left, without telling me where they were. Feng Ze continued to answer lightly, "Didn't my brother send those people to pick me up?" Feng Ze suddenly asked him, and his peaceful eyes still looked at Feng He lightly.

Feng He became a little nervous, and hurriedly replied: "It was sent by my father, and when I sent those people, my father was still clear." ”

"Oh, in that short eleven or twelve days, why did my father become seriously ill and even die?" Feng Ze asked again, and there was some sadness and indignation in his tone.

Feng He didn't expect that his unscrupulous words would reveal such a big flaw, and it was difficult to answer for a while.

"Presumptuous, how dare you question the new emperor?"

Suddenly, Wu Yan's angry rebuke came from outside the temple gate.

"Do you still think you are the crown prince? From now on, you are just an ordinary citizen. The reason why you can still enter the palace is because the new emperor is merciful and thinks that you are the blood of the royal family. ”

There was a ring dingdong, and Wu Yan, who was dressed in plain clothes, walked in. Angry and threatening.

Feng Ze stood there quietly and ignored her.

Wu Yan didn't salute when she saw him. I was secretly happy. It's just the right time to find his handle.

"Are you despising the mourning family and despising the new emperor like this?"

Without giving Feng Ze a chance to speak, she then ordered loudly: "Come on, the second prince will go all the way back to his bedroom." He was not allowed to go out of the temple without the permission of the mourning family. ”

Immediately, a few guards walked in and stood in front of Feng Ze.

Feng Ze knelt down and kowtowed to the coffin again, got up and left slowly.

Wu Yan behind him looked at his back with an angry face.

"Queen Mother, when will Feng Ze be removed?" When Xia Linhai and the others were dismissed, and his mother and son were left in the huge hall, Feng He asked his mother in a low voice.

"I can't touch him yet, but I can't let him meet with the other courtiers, so as not to shake out the fact that those people of the Thistle Kingdom are pretending to be Eagle Guards. When you ascend the throne, I will order Yun'er to clean him up. ”

Wu Yan's eyes had a cold and ruthless light.

Afraid of long nights and dreams, at the behest of Wu Yan, the enthronement ceremony was held on the fifth day of the death of Fake Fengqing.

The ceremony was a bit hasty, but it was not too grand.

At the dawn of that day, Feng He, who was dressed in a dragon robe, wore a crown on his head, stood in front of the hall sprinkled with the morning sun with a comfortable smile on his face, and looked up at the palace door, at that moment he felt relaxed and domineering that he had never felt before.

He Fenghe finally stood on the top of this great dragon and looked down on the world, who else could make him feel fear and fear?

In the sound of ceremonial music, all the courtiers stood solemnly in the wide square at the entrance of the palace, bowing respectfully and waiting for the new emperor to ascend the throne.

And Wu Yan, who was standing next to the wind river in full costume, was full of joy and sorrow at this moment.

No one knows what kind of life and death struggle she went through for this day, and she killed the people she loved with her own hands.

originally thought that she would be worse off than dead, but standing in front of the door of the main hall and seeing the ministers standing solemnly, she suddenly had a feeling of raising her eyebrows. She was not favored when the emperor was there, but at this moment she was the most noble heroine in this palace, and that long glass finally became a disappearing cloud in her eyes.

The salute roared, and the people of the imperial capital had already learned the news of the new emperor's accession to the throne and the death of the old emperor.

People are full of distrust of the future new emperor, because everyone knows that the crown prince was originally the second prince, but now it is the eldest son of the emperor who tortured and killed the maid to win the world. I couldn't help but worry about whether the new emperor would take revenge on the people who had cursed him in the square.

The doors of the Chaoyun Palace, the tallest and majestic palace of the Imperial Palace, were all open, and the new sun sprinkled in through the doors and windows at a glance.

The courtiers walked in first, lined up in their respective positions, and bent down to wait for the wind river.

Feng He strode in along the light, and Wu Yan was supported by Yun'er and stepped into the main hall.

Time was frozen at that moment, all the people and everything suddenly stopped, the ritual music stopped, the salute stopped, and the courtiers silently looked at the dragon seat above the main hall and were stunned like clay sculptures.

On that high throne sat a man with a majestic and cold expression. (To be continued......)