Chapter 135, Killing the Father and Ascending the Throne (Second Update)

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Feng Qianji held the knife and reached out to grab the collar of Feng Lie's dragon robe. The bright yellow dragon robe was baked by lightning, and the black mass was attached to the flesh of the wind. With such a pull, he forcibly tore off a large piece of skin and flesh in the middle of his collarbone, and the pain made the wind ghost cry wolf.

"Feng Qianji, you are bold!" Feng Lie howled and scolded, "I am the true dragon emperor, and I am your father!" ”

"True Dragon Heavenly Son? In my eyes, I am only a human worm. Father ......" Feng Qianji sneered, "I'm sorry, I've been wild in the wilderness since I was born, and I only know that the weak eat the strong, and I don't know how to be human." What is 'Father'? Can you explain it for me? ”

"You! You. You ......" Feng Lie knew that he was not his son's opponent, and he was afraid that he would definitely die today, so he said softly, "Father knows that you hate your mother's death, but!" But my father was also bewitched by Zhong Chishui at the beginning, and he was forced to do so! ”

"Feng Li, there's nothing wrong with using a four-character idiom to sum it up, it's just that you used it wrong." Jiu Mingmei was already sitting cross-legged on the altar watching the show, and when she saw Feng Lie replying like this, she couldn't help but interject with a smile.

"What...... What the?! ”

Jiu Mingmei stretched out four fingers, counted them one by one, and her small mouth fluttered out: "Tian, no, know, shame." ”

The corners of Feng Qianji's lips hooked, Xiao Mei'er really knew his heart best, these four words popped up, they really sounded. He was in a happy mood, and he didn't want to talk to this shameless old man anymore. Raised the long knife, the tip of the knife was against Feng Lie's heart. Half a point.

"Remember how you stuck the knife into Uncle Ning's heart, right?" The brighter Feng Qianji's smile became, the more cold and terrifying she looked.

"No, no, no...... No! ”

Feng Lie watched as the tip of the white-bladed knife slowly pierced into his own heart, peeling off the flesh and skin. Because the body was roasted by lightning for a while, the peeled skin and flesh were still steaming white smoke and red oil, and it was estimated that a little cumin could be directly put on the plate.

The knife stirred in the flesh, and when it was pulled out again, it had already inserted a bright red heart. Feng Qianji took the heart from the knife and hooked his finger at the guard next to him. The guard immediately took a yellow-haired dog with him.

Feng Qianji threw the heart over, and the dog was very well-behaved, rushing over and biting the bloody meat ball. Feast.

The wind is no longer alive. His eyes widened, his long black legs straightened, and he immediately burped.

Every grass, tree, flower, tree, cloud, and river in this world is changing every minute. Ever-changing is the way of heaven. Everything grows on the sun. And this country has changed dramatically today:

The bones of the wind are still not cool. became the "first emperor". is still the "evil emperor of the ages" who is scolded by everyone. The original Royal Highness the Crown Prince was a man of great strength and wanted to fight back and fight for the last chance to seize the throne. In the end, he broke a leg and threw him into the prison, which is really singable and crying.

As for the eight princes of waste wood, who were the least favored, he suddenly became the new emperor who everyone expected. On the third day after the death of the first emperor, the enthronement ceremony will be held.

What's the matter, do you think you are getting to the throne faster?

As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a monarch for a day, and a palace cannot be without men for a day. Feng Qianji is already the new emperor of this country, he says one, who dares to say two? He said that he would do it today, who would dare to delay it until tomorrow?

But in the palace, there is a girl who is out of tune.

On the eve of his accession to the throne, Feng Qianji instructed his subordinates to prepare the generous gift and prepare for a surprise to Xiao Meier during the enthronement ceremony of Ming'er. When he was full of joy and went to Huaiyu Palace to look for her, he couldn't see her anywhere. Her room was neat and tidy, as if no one had ever lived in it.

The bronze mirror on the dresser was shining with a yellow light, and he stretched out his finger to tap the mirror, and saw her smiling face in it.

"Mei'er, where are you?!"

Her smile was bright and delicate, but the words she said made him angry.

"As an ally of justice, it is really unrighteous for me to say goodbye like this, so I will leave you a message. Listen, you don't have to look for me anymore. That day in the Caiwei Palace, I like your taste very much. Your question, I also solemnly pondered for two days, but it is a pity that the mortal palace is a terrified realm, I stood in the Huaiyu Palace and looked at the sky, but it was only the size of a tofu block. I always knew what I wanted, and it was unpleasant to live here temporarily, and I couldn't make it my home. You are the emperor, you can find a woman who is willing to stay with you. You and I are confined to the court, but it is better to forget each other in heaven and earth......"

She left, walked freely and openly, and left him in this world, this Qi country, this Dandu, and this palace...... Without a trace of affection.

Feng Qianji slammed the bronze mirror to the ground and fell into a twist.

Ming'er was enthroned early in the morning, and at that time he was the emperor of this Qi country, and he wanted the wind and the rain! Even if he is not for himself, he has a lot of important things to do, and a lot of concerns. He wants to bring people living on the verge of life and death in the great wilderness to settle in Qi country, give compensation to the Shushu people, rectify the dynasty, control drought, and seek benefits for the people......

He is destined not to be free, and trapped her here, it will be a curse rather than a blessing in the future.

When Feng Qianji stepped out of the gate of Huaiyu Palace, there was no emotion on his face, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

The days of being an emperor are very nourishing, and the best things in the world are sent to him, and no matter how much they are spent, they can't be used up. The days of being an emperor are also very boring, with morning deliberations, morning deliberations, noon deliberations, and stacks of recitals to be reviewed in the afternoon and evening. To be a good emperor who is diligent and loves the people, it is really his grandmother's tiredness.

In the first two years, he sent spies from all over the place to report that there was a girl who looked like Jiu Mingmei in and out of Miyang County, she carried a white cat and a white raccoon, accompanied by a handsome man in white and a girl full of wine.

However, after they left Miyang County, they were nowhere to be found, as if they had completely evaporated from this world.

Feng Qianji used the immortal method to find it, and even summoned the old pervert of Xunchi to ask, but he couldn't respond. Xunchi Yuanzun only said "each is safe and destiny", and then hid in the river forest to practice what kind of magic arts.

Time flies by quickly, like a white horse passing through a gap, like a meteor falling. In the blink of an eye, God has taken forty years of time out of human life without mercy.

Feng Qianji's transformation from a handsome young emperor to an old bone emperor who is still handsome is just an instantaneous thing. He is not as greedy as Feng Lie, and the moment he chooses to be the emperor of the world, he is destined to have no chance with Dengxian, grow old and die, and conform to the way of heaven, there is nothing wrong with it.

The women in the harem have amazing reproductive ability, giving birth to thirty-three princes and twenty-eight princesses in forty years, which is simply the rhythm of professional farming. (To be continued.) )