Everyone just looked sideways for a moment, and their attention returned to the emperor, it was about his career, who would pay attention to what the two eunuchs were communicating.

It's just that the emperor's attention is all on the two of them.

Tong Guan leaned his ears and listened carefully to the little chamberlain's reply, and after only a few words, his face was already shocked, and he didn't even care about the little chamberlain, so he hurriedly walked a few steps to the emperor's side and whispered back.

All the ministers fell silent, staring nervously at the two people in the seat.

"Your Majesty...... His Royal Highness the King of Jin...... Dead. ”

Tong Guan's voice trembled a little when he spoke, he deserved to die, shouldn't he die so soon, this self-committed death is completely different from the death of the Zongren Mansion given the crime.

"Dead?" The emperor's mouth trembled, and his eyes were cloudy for a moment, "...... died"

Tong Guan still bowed and looked at the emperor's face worriedly.

The emperor's hand was slowly clenched in the Yishan crown robe, trembling slightly because of the excessive force, his son died, and his son died another.

For a few days in a row, he listened to the accusations about the King of Jin being reported to him, and wanted to disbelieve it and want to cover it up, but he heard that he intended to rebel against General Xie in the south to besiege the Jingshi, and heard that he was the culprit who killed the eldest prince back then, and the little family affection for him seemed to collapse in an instant.

But after all, it was his own son, his eldest son.

The son is not the fault of the father, this son has become like this, and he, as a father, can't get out of it.

It was his consistent connivance since he was a child, raising him to be as arrogant and domineering as himself, thinking that when he grew up, he would naturally reduce some of his sharpness when he went to the battlefield to sharpen for a few years. But look at it, look at the result, it's a good cocoon.

The emperor was speechless, his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't make a sound, and he wanted to raise his hand to let Tong Guan announce his retreat, but his fingers didn't even have the strength to move.

There was only a slight tremor that could not be stopped, and only a faint darkness under the eyes. The Son of Heaven on this dragon chair seemed to be beaten back to hell in an instant.

Tong Guan looked at the emperor's appearance with pity. I couldn't bear it, and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, is it okay for the slave to announce his retreat from the dynasty?" ”

The emperor was still silent. Only blinked, as if in response to his question.

Tong Guan sighed, straightened up and preached loudly: "Retreat!" Toward! ”

Before the words fell, he had already carefully helped the paralyzed emperor up, and he could no longer care about the movement behind him.

What's going on? Why did you retreat from the court?

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Even Feng Xiuyun frowned slightly.

"It's over." King Heng's face was still indifferent. He bowed to Feng Xiuyun and bowed, and then took the lead and left first.

It's over, yes.

Feng Xiuyun's chest still had the brocade box he handed over, which had the last mark of Diexi's life. Originally, this was the beginning of his revenge, and he was supposed to give him a taste of hell, but. But it was over.

So crisp, yet so natural. It was as if this qiē was just a nightmare he had.

Feng Xiuyun also hurried out, Jun Hao, who was waiting by the carriage, saw that someone was coming and immediately rushed over, at this time he didn't care about any etiquette, he bowed hastily, and immediately attached his ear to report back: "Your Highness, His Royal Highness the King of Jin committed suicide in his own house." ”

"How did you die?"

Jun Hao was stunned, and he asked...... How did he die, shouldn't he ask, why did he die?

He also understood in an instant, His Highness's face must have been known in the palace. Thinking about it, he immediately replied respectfully, "I said that I touched my neck." ”

"Hmph." Feng Xiuyun snorted, "It's in line with his identity." ”

A martial artist was forced to death by his scheming younger brother.

Jun Hao looked at his expression, carefully guessed his thoughts, and reported with some hesitation: "Your Highness, there is one more thing ......." ”

It's her business!

Feng Xiuyun immediately stopped, turned his head to Jun Hao, and urged, "Say." ”

"In a mass grave...... I found this ......" Jun Hao said, hesitantly stretched out his hand, slowly opened it, and there was a plain silver anklet lying quietly inside.

“…… Where is it...... Found? Feng Xiuyun slowly reached out and took it, fiddling with the small pendants on it little by little.

There were blood stains on the top, there were dirt stains, and a few pendants seemed to be rubbed, and there were some deep scratches.

Seeing that Jun Hao didn't speak, he hurriedly asked again: "Where did you find it?" ”

"Your Highness...... Mourn. Jun Hao said, puffed and knelt on the ground, buried his face deeply, and his voice was a little sad, "Your Highness, please don't track it down, please mourn." ”

"Where is it?" Feng Xiuyun knew that he must know, but he didn't report it, "Say!" Where! ”

"Your Highness......" Jun Hao was grabbed by his collar, his neck was held and it was a little difficult to breathe, but he still blushed and coughed and persuaded in a voice: "Please mourn Your Highness." ”

"What about the corpses?" Seeing that Jun Hao's face was a little red and purple, Feng Xiuyun let go a little, and a pair of beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and he wanted to penetrate Jun Hao's heart, "Say!" What about corpses? ”

Jun Hao shook his head, sad and sad, "There is no corpse...... Your Highness! There are no more corpses! ”

Feng Xiuyun's hand slowly let go of him, and slowly took a step back in disbelief, there was no corpse? "How can there be no corpse, how can there be no corpse? What about corpses? What do they see? What else do you have to hide from this king? ”

At this time, there were many officials who retreated from the dynasty, and there were more carriages coming and going here. Some people who don't want to get into trouble urge their drivers to drive away quickly, but there are always good people who want to take a few more looks.

Is King Rui asking about the corpse? Could it be that His Royal Highness the King of Jin is dead? Could it be the hand of this wise king?

Feng Xiuyun seemed to be in chaos at the moment, and only one sentence sounded in her head: There is no corpse, there is no corpse of hers.

How can there be no corpse, there is only one person in this world who will dissolve the corpse, is it a light guard? Is it the corpse pool of the Light Guard?

Jun Hao has seen his master's anger, seen him go crazy, and seen his ruthless cold temperament, but this is the first time he has seen such a lost soul.

"Your Highness......" he called softly, "go back first, Your Highness." ”

Feng Xiuyun didn't follow, and still asked in a whisper, "What about people?" Where is she? If you want to see people in life and see corpses in death, how can she be willing to give up? (To be continued.) )