In the busy, at the end of the month, the so-called Chinese New Year's Eve.

In the past, Fenglin should have feasted the ministers at this time, and came to a picture of the harmony of the monarchs and ministers, but now in Nanchu, the banquet seemed extremely short, and at the moment when the New Year's bell rang, he went back to the Lama Temple directly after congratulating each other with the ministers.

On the big bed in the side room, Jiang Lige was always asleep, not knowing what was going on outside, and not knowing that a brewing storm was coming.

It has been a month since he was assassinated last time, Feng Lin's injuries have improved, and now that he has drunk again, he will inevitably move, and pull Jiang Lige to do nonsense again. At the end, he hugged Jiang Lige in his arms, stretched out a hand to pick up the robe on the bed, took out a jade-colored hairpin, inserted it in Jiang Lige's hair, and whispered: "Ge'er, Happy New Year!" ”

It's a pity that Jiang Lige never reacted, just like a puppet without a soul.

In the first month, Feng Lin's deliberate shelving finally broke out.

The ministers knelt in the Lama Palace, and the people of Li were also talking about it, and even the Yan Guifei was the demon concubine of the country, and the matter of the red face and the water was mentioned again, and even Ning Cunzhi was affected, after all, he used to be a "traitorous minister", and the Prime Minister's Mansion was surrounded by water, and now he is directly in the house and concentrates on accompanying the six princes.

This kneeling is a day and a night, except for the guards who deliver meals, no one enters or leaves the Lama Temple. On this day and night, there were constantly ministers fainting, but most of them were Wenchen left by Nanchu, and as for those who were still insisting, most of them were generals who followed Feng Lin to fight on the battlefield, and there were still some bones in this way.

The two sides are deadlocked, and neither side retreats.

At the beginning, there were also Fenglin's right-hand men who took turns shouting outside the Lama Palace: Except for the demon concubine, keep the peace!

Later, no one spoke, and they were tormented by the heavy snow and lost their spirits, and it looked like they were about to drive west. There were really people who couldn't bear it and fainted, and Feng Lin only sent guards to carry people back to the mansion, and then sent the imperial doctor to see a doctor.

In the end, there were only a few ministers who persevered, and their lips were obviously purple from the cold, and they were shivering all over, but they had no intention of leaving. After all, in this contest, whoever takes the first step will lose.

The ministers were glad that they had held out for another night, and dawn finally came, and at the same time, the door of the Lama Temple, which had been closed for a day and a night, slowly opened.

The ministers couldn't tell whether they were more sad or happy, they seemed to win, and they seemed to lose.

A pair of black boots embroidered with a double dragon appeared in front of them.

The ministers raised their heads with great effort and looked at the person who came, it was Feng Lin.

I saw that they were once heroic, handsome and domineering emperors, at this time, their hair was scattered, without the appearance of an emperor, and they were holding a woman dressed in red in their arms, which was the Yan Guifei they hated to the core.

At this time, her face was calm, her lips were red like fire, there was a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, and she was wearing a dignified and noble concubine dress, which was just the opposite of Feng Lin's embarrassment.

A minister said in a hoarse voice: "Please also ask the emperor to get rid of the demon concubine, don't be confused by it." ”

Feng Lin had no sadness or joy on his face, his eyes were blank, and he said softly: "She is dead, this emperor killed her with his own hands, and from now on, there is no warmth between the quilts." Aiqing, are you satisfied? ”

The ministers didn't feel sad, they just felt completely relieved, as long as this demon concubine died, the emperor would not be confused, and they, the ministers, would naturally be able to settle down and have no worries about their lives. What's more, in their eyes, she is just a woman, just a little bit of beauty, and it won't be long before the emperor will throw her mind behind and be their wise and martial emperor again.

Feng Lin hugged Jiang Lige and walked forward step by step, and several ministers consciously let go to both sides of the road.

At this moment, the Northern Ember stood up tremblingly, and said with a pale face: "Weichen pleads to confirm that the demon concubine is dead." ”

Feng Lin stopped, turned around, glanced at the Northern Styx Ember lightly, and asked, "How does the Northern Styx General want to be sure?" ”

Bei Ying Shen hugged his fists and said, "Just need to stab Wei Chen." ”

Feng Lin stared at the Northern Immortal Ember in a daze, suddenly laughed, and mocked: "General Beiying, does this not believe in this emperor?" ”

When Bei Shen Shen heard this, he immediately knelt down and said respectfully: "The emperor has always respected Wei Chen like a god in his heart, but this demon girl is cunning, maybe she has used some way to confuse the emperor, and I beg the emperor for permission." ”

Feng Lin suddenly asked, "Northern Ember, are you loyal to this emperor, or to the throne of this emperor?" ”

The eight-foot man in the North Ember suddenly burst into tears, and said with a cry: "Wechen swears to follow the emperor to the death in this life, so Wechen does not allow any personnel to threaten the emperor and affect the emperor's judgment." ”

Feng Lin chuckled lightly and asked rhetorically, "So you are for the good of the emperor?" ”

Bei Shen said without hesitation: "Yes, Weichen regards the emperor as more important than Weichen's life. ”

Feng Lin's expression became complicated, and after a long time, he smiled and said: "The importance of General Beiming, this emperor really can't stand it." ”

After saying this, Feng Lin freed up one hand, directly snatched the saber of the Northern Immortal Ember, stabbed Jiang Lige in the heart, and then pulled it out expressionlessly, and stabbed it again. With each slash, the sound of flesh being cut could be heard. Until the phoenix costume became tattered.

Finally, he threw the knife on the ground, laughed cruelly and bloodthirsty, and said, "Does General Beiming think this is enough?" ”

The Northern Ember was obviously frightened and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Feng Lin also ignored him anymore, and walked outside with Jiang Lige in his arms.

But my heart hurts a lot.

In the early years, he never felt that these people would one day become an obstacle to him, even if every battle rushed in front of him. But now, the facts are in front of him, the people he once trusted immensely are now trying to get rid of the people he loves the most in the name of good for him, but he doesn't even have the confidence to reprimand, because these people are all comrades-in-arms who accompany him to shed their blood, and they are all brothers who can even give up their lives for him. But why, on the contrary, did what he thought he wanted feel like a disaster for them?

Is he afraid of becoming an emperor himself, or are they afraid of becoming an emperor themselves?

So on this day, the whole palace saw that their emperor was holding a woman in a phoenix robe, went up to the city tower, and then personally piled up the firewood brought by his subordinates, and finally put the woman on top of the piled firewood.

The raging fire shone on the handsome face of His Majesty the Emperor, half bright, half dark. While the palace people were afraid, they silently breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a large number of people in the capital had gathered under the city tower, and they all praised the new emperor for doing the right thing, as if he had relieved a big breath of evil. In fact, they didn't know Yan Guifei Lin Wan.

Until the fire was completely extinguished, Feng Lin did not move a step, and after a long time, Feng Lin said in a dumb voice: "Go back to the palace." ”

In this way, a generation of beauties perished and became another victim of public opinion.

returned to the Lama Palace and closed the door of the palace, Feng Lin still pressed his aching heart.

Ge'er, if you really lose you, the emperor probably won't be able to live.

At this time, the hall was empty, as if Feng Lin had really lost Jiang Lige.

At the end of the first month, Feng Lin had already prepared to return to Shengjing, and waited for the snow to stop in February.

But the ministers are very unaccustomed to it, and now the emperor is not good, nor can he say that it is bad, and he still goes to the court every day to deal with political affairs, but he no longer laughs, as if he cares less about the world than before. There were even ministers who secretly sent women to the dragon bed, but they were all kicked out.

The fact is that Feng Lin misses Jiang Lige every day, so naturally he doesn't have the strength to deal with the minister. Besides, this time is actually a big blow to him.

At the beginning of February, Lin Wensheng rushed back and came with a carriage.

knelt directly in front of the palace gate and shouted: "Jiang Lige, the descendant of the Jiang family, has been found!" ”

The people of the capital quickly gathered around when they heard the sound, and there were many discussions.

"Who is this man?"

"What else is Jiang Lige?"

"Is that the Lige General? Didn't you say it's dead? ”

……

The discussion among the people intensified, and suddenly one of them exclaimed: "Isn't this Prime Minister Lin Cheng?" ”

"Ah, it's really Prime Minister Lin!"

"How could Prime Minister Kelin be with General Lige?"

"Prime Minister, you're finally back!"

"The Prime Minister is finally back!"

"The Prime Minister is not dead!"

……

Obviously, compared with Ning Cunzhi, a proper traitor, Lin Wensheng, a virtuous minister who serves the country and the people, is much more popular.

As for Jiang Lige, that is already in the past, and now who still remembers the young general Jiang Lige, who is angry and brave to break the enemy!

Feng Lin in the palace only said lightly: "Bring it into the palace." ”

Everyone speculated, and couldn't guess what Feng Lin meant, and Feng Lin didn't explain, after all, there were many things that didn't have to be explained to his subordinates now.

Lin Wensheng lifted the curtain and took out a woman dressed in black, the woman's skin was like snow, but her lips were bloodless, her eyes were closed, and she was obviously seriously injured. Everyone sighed, this Lige General really did not change his style.

After entering the palace, Lin Wensheng can be described as a handful of tears, making up how miserable Jiang Lige has been hunted down and killed in the past few years, this time Fuling returned to Yuzhou and happened to meet a farmer's house, if it weren't for the fact that Zhenbei Hou happened to be kind to the farmer before his death, Jiang Lige was afraid that he would have died at this time.

Feng Lin listened in silence and sighed: "It is said that the face is thin, and General Lige has such a similar experience, this emperor will definitely send someone to take good care of General Lige to comfort the hearts of loyal ministers in the world." ”

So he sent someone to place Jiang Lige in Jiaqing Palace, and also sent a few maids to take care of him, so he didn't bother anymore.

Feng Lin didn't care at all on the surface, but Feng Yi knew how uncalm he was in his heart, and he was absent-minded when he watched the music in a day, let alone how many times he looked at the sky outside.

When Feng Lin looked at the sky for the hundredth and first time, the sky finally darkened, and Feng Lin went to the Lama Temple as usual, and turned off the lights as usual. Somewhere in the window, a black shadow swept out and went straight to Jiaqing Palace. In the darkness, Feng Yi followed the black shadow and sighed silently.

Feng Lin entered Jiaqing Palace through the window, and walked into the side hall, and several maids saluted when they saw him coming: "My subordinates have seen the emperor." ”

Feng Lin didn't even give alms, and said lightly: "Let's go out." ”

The maids were ordered to leave.

Feng Lin stepped forward in a voice, lifted the light veil, and saw the woman's face breathing smoothly at a glance, and carefully held the woman in her arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Lige, thank you for your hard work." ”