"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, one was Nie Qiancheng and the other was Feng Yueyan.

Feng Jingxuan lowered his eyebrows and looked at Nie Qiancheng, who was about to speak, his gaze as light as a clear lake.

Nie Qiancheng was stunned, and the words that just came to his mouth were forced into his mouth.

She could see the warning in her eyes clearly.

Biting his lower lip, Nie Qiancheng was silent.

"Brother Emperor, no one can survive this punishment of whipping." Feng Yueyan was a little panicked on her face, although she was already dead to Mo Beiqi, but he was the husband of the imperial sister and the person she used to like, and she didn't want him to die.

"Okay, I agree." Mo Beiqi, who had never spoken, kept his head down, and his phoenix eyes were hidden in the dark.

"Oh~" Feng Jingxuan raised his sword eyebrows, his voice was a little playful, "The horse can think clearly." ”

Mo Beiqi raised his head slowly, his phoenix eyes stared deeply at the coffin in front of him, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

As if he had made a decision, and as if he was struggling, Mo Beiqi nodded heavily.

"Even if all of you think that the princess is dead and you don't see it with your own eyes, I will never believe it."

"Good!" Feng Jingxuan waved his robe with his big hand.

"Brother Emperor!" Feng Yueyan still wanted to ask, Mo Beiqi covered the woman's sleeve with his big palm, and looked at Feng Yueyan with a slightly cloudy eye, through the thin clothing, the man's hot temperature came from his arm.

Looking at each other, Feng Yue looked at Mo Beiqi with red eyes, muttering something in his mouth, and kept shaking his head.

"No...... No...... No. Feng Yueyan muttered a little timidly.

Mo Beiqi frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said nothing, silently letting go of her hand.

Shen Zhimu, who was guarding the door of the hall on the side, raised his eyes and glanced at the men and women entangled in the hall of the hall, then looked away, the movements of his hands were a little overwhelmed, and his thin lips like knives were slightly tightened.

"Someone!" Feng Jingxuan's voice was dusty, and in a place that others couldn't see, a trace of smug light flashed in his phoenix eyes.

The purpose of his coming today was to see if Feng Luotian was really dead, he had designed it so many times, and suddenly she died, he really didn't believe it, originally he was still thinking about how to determine whether it was true or false, but he didn't expect this man to come out like this, and God was really helping him!

If it was really Feng Luotian inside, then no one would ever know his secret, and he could sit back and relax. If it weren't for Feng Luotian inside, then Mo Beiqi would definitely have to suffer this whipping punishment, he knew best about this imperial sister, if he knew that Mo Beiqi was being whipped for her, with her character, she would never watch him die for her. When the time comes, as long as she appears, whether she is dead or not, he can kill her with his own hands.

Either way, everything will be under his control!

"Open the coffin!" As soon as the man gave the order, Shen Zhimu entered the hall with a few guards.

The guards surrounded the coffin, just waiting for Shen Zhimu's instructions.

"No...... No...... No. Feng Yueyan's eyes widened, and her pale lips trembled a little.

Shen Zhimu glanced at the woman who was trembling slightly next to him.

Slowly open your mouth......

"Open the coffin!" The man's voice was not loud, but it made people feel shocked.

Opening the coffin of a dead man is truly an outrageous act!

"No... Want! The woman next to her roared, blushing and trying to stop it, Shen Zhimu's face did not change, he had already prepared, and grabbed the woman.

Holding the woman's shoulder with his palm, he imprisoned the restless woman in his arms, and Feng Luo's heart-rending cry and the hot tears that fell on his arm made his heart tighten.

In the main hall, except for Feng Yueyan, everyone held their breath and waited for the coffin to open, although they said that opening the coffin was a shameful thing, but they also wanted to know what secrets were hidden in it.

Only a loud "boom" was heard, and the heavy coffin lid was lifted.

A black shadow flew and appeared on the side of the coffin in an instant, and no one could see how Mo Beiqi appeared there, their gaze was not as fast as the man's feet.

Mo Beiqi lowered his head slightly, staring at the scene in the coffin calmly with a sharp gaze, and did not take his eyes off for a while.

Feng Jingxuan stood in place, and he saw all the subtle changes in Mo Beiqi, but his expression was a little unclear to him.

What an old fox!

There was some suspicion in her eyes, Feng Jingxuan slowly stepped forward, and the woman next to her also followed closely behind the man, she wanted to be sure of one thing.

The other people in the hall did not dare to step forward, such as today, Zi is standing here, and it is his dearest imperial sister who dies, who dares to be presumptuous.

Now next to the coffin, Feng Jingxuan also slowly lowered his head, Feng Luotian fell from the abyss, and below it was a lake with several feet of god, although it was cushioned, but the body was still a little broken, it was later sewn up with thread to the flesh, and the traces of stitching on the neck, wrists and other exposed places were still obvious.

Because she had been soaked in the lake, the woman was soaked white and swollen, and the original imprint features on her body could not be seen.

It's just a little strange that in addition to the stitched marks, there are also some dark purple red marks on the woman's body, which are very faint and can't be seen at all if you don't look closely.

Nie Qiancheng's eyes narrowed, and he went up along his calves, looking at the tips of the woman's slender fingers, white and smooth, without any impurities.

The woman's face is covered with a white cloth, and the face is not visible.

"The royal sister loves beauty, she must not want to leave ugly." Feng Yueyan was a little tired and helpless, and said. The ending has been decided, Feng Yueyan is like a deflated balloon, if it weren't for Shen Zhimu supporting her, she would have fallen down with weak legs.

They covered Feng Luo's face just because they didn't want her ugly appearance to be exposed.

But who can see that it's Feng Luotian!

Mo Beiqi pursed his lips and raised his hand to remove the white cloth from the woman's face.

Terrible

Feng Jingxuan raised his hands nobly, and his footsteps moved slightly.

People looked at the man's Feng Jingxuan's actions, thinking that he would stop the man's shocking moves, but Feng Jingxuan just changed his standing posture and did not say anything.

As the white cloth was removed, the woman's green silk, sideburns, flowers, eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were slowly revealed.

When the white cloth was all removed, a distorted and misshapen face was exposed to the air.

The woman's face was covered with scars stitched with fine threads, especially the sutured wound in the center of her eyebrows that stretched along the right side of her nose to hide her sideburns into the green silk, like a snake entrenched in her face.

The wound was covered by heavy makeup, but it still couldn't be covered clean.

Although this face is broken, it can be vaguely seen that this face is Feng Luotian.

Feng Jingxuan's eyes swirled on the woman's face, and his eyes turned a little red.

With so many people watching, it is natural to pretend to be some.

"Mo Beiqi, you have also seen it, what else do you want." Seeing Feng Luo's last fig leaf torn open, his eyes turned red again.

Feng Jingxuan walked in, his voice choked slightly, and his palms trembled a little, "Sister, I'm sorry." "The man is not afraid of the vertical and horizontal scars on the woman's face, and gently covers the woman's face.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a big drama of sister and brother love.

It's just that where the coffin is hidden, the man's hand silently moved to the woman's sideburns, and unexpectedly he didn't feel the wrinkles, and the corners of Feng Jingxuan's mouth hooked slightly.

Slowly getting up, Feng Jingxuan withdrew his hand, "There is no face, look at it here, it is really Feng Luotian." ”

Mo Beiqi stared at the woman tightly, he knew exactly what the man was doing just now, these wounds were stitched up, and it was impossible to wear a mask.

This face is the same as Feng Luotian, is it her?

Mo Beiqi's heart missed half a beat.