On the day Mingzhu woke up, Luoyang City had already changed.

That night, the emperor sent ten Ouchi masters to infiltrate Yuwang's mansion in an attempt to assassinate Yuwang's prince and princess. Ten people took the defense map of Yuwangfu given by the emperor, and sneaked into Yuwangfu at night, but before they could do it, they were discovered by Yuwang, who couldn't sleep at night and took a walk. It's also funny, you just wear a night suit to assassinate in the middle of the night, these big internal masters are not, and I don't know if it's a ridiculous sense of identity and vanity, these ten people are so big that they are wearing a flying fish suit embroidered with silver silk snow silkworms, or a big red bottom, and they look so sassy that they can't do it, and when they were caught by King Yu, there was a younger one who rode on the wall and couldn't get up or down, so embarrassing that they couldn't do it.

Yuwang's face visibly darkened to the naked eye, and the facial features on his face were so puzzled that they were pinched in the center. He turned his head and motioned to the secret guard behind him to tie up the so-called killers who were extremely sassy, but in a few moments, ten large red balls that were tied up sturdily rolled in the middle of the courtyard.

The youngest of the seven secret guards resident by King Yu's side moved the circle chair and placed it in front of the ten red balls, and Lord Yu sat on the circle chair, looking at the ten red balls in front of him, his eyes narrowed.

"From the palace?" Feng Yu's voice had a slight upward tail, which sounded like a question, but everyone present knew that this Yu Wang Ye did not need anyone to answer this question.

Several people in the courtyard felt that their movements were very small, but Prince Yu didn't fall asleep today, and the princess didn't sleep deeply. Before they could say a word, the princess also walked out of the room rubbing her eyes, and the bright red bedclothes matched the few dumplings rolling on the ground.

Seeing Princess Yu come out, the eyes of those big masters lit up, as if they had seen a peerless beauty, and their eyes were as bright as a newly lit wind lamp.

Feng Yu's face darkened, and the little dog retracted the paws that rubbed the prince's shoulders tremblingly, feeling that the situation was not good.

After a sneer, Feng Yu shook his hand and threw a black iron token to Dark Qi, "It's good, since he is so worried about me, then I'll go and put his worries to good hold." ”

Dark Seven looked at his own prince who squinted and laughed, shuddered, and remembered that when he first entered the dark guard camp, the senior brother mentioned to himself the day when King Yu went crazy a few years ago, the calm appearance of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy hid the gushing flames, burning through the capital and burning through the sky, the senior brother described the prince of that day, and described it in one sentence, and there seemed to be a red light in his eyes.

The black iron token mobilized almost all the generals in the entire capital, including the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division in charge of Li Jiong. Li Wei was secretly pulled out of the bed, and the seven-foot man was carried out of the bed like a chicken, and his appearance was really indescribably funny. Li Wei touched his chest, which was still a little throbbing, sat on the back of the horse and listened to the dark seven rambling and told him the ins and outs of the whole thing, thinking that he deserved that King Yu could not find true love.

This palace change came too quickly, and the emperor seemed to have expected it, and the young emperor was neatly dressed, but he was not wearing a dragon robe that symbolized imperial power as usual. On the contrary, he was wearing a set of black embroidered silver-trimmed robes that looked a little old, and the style was very similar to the one he wore when he was still a prince.

Li Fuquan stood beside the desk with shaking hands and waited, and the emperor looked at Feng Yu who walked in with a knife with a calm face, like a child waiting for his brother to go out to buy candy for himself, and finally waited for the person he was thinking about to come back, showing a relieved smile: "Brother Huang, you are here." ”

Feng Yu showed a somewhat hesitant expression, which didn't look like he was extremely heavy on imperial power at all. Feng Yu hesitated, taking a step forward cautiously, as if there was an abyss in front of him.

Seeing him like this, the expression on Feng Yuan's face was a little sincerely sad. Feng Yu frowned and looked at him: "Did I ever teach you that joy and anger are invisible." ”

Feng Yuan smiled bitterly, finally put away a smiling face, and replaced it with the serious face when he met with courtiers on weekdays.

"You're here to kill me... My brother? Before the end of the word "I" could be spoken, Feng Yu changed his words as if he suddenly remembered something, revealing a somewhat self-deprecating smile.

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, a little afraid to look at Feng Yuan's eyes that had some hope and gradually dimmed. The knife in his hand seemed to suddenly weigh a thousand pounds, and Feng Yu threw the knife in front of Feng Yu with a "dang chang".

"Do it yourself, save me the effort." Feng Yu turned his head and turned his back to Feng Yuan, who was sitting in the chair, and did not see the light in Feng Yuan's eyes that was completely extinguished.

There was a rustling sound behind him, the grinding of clothes followed by a dull sound of landing, and when Feng Yu turned his head, he saw that his knife had stabbed straight into Feng Yu's chest, and his little twelve brother showed him the last of his extremely pale smiles, he looked dazzling, and when he closed his eyes, he felt that something seemed to be completely stripped from the bottom of his heart.

Li Fuquan knelt down tremblingly, trembling and holding two edicts, Feng Yu took it, and the elderly father-in-law knelt on the ground and cried as if he could no longer support it.

Feng Yu unfolded the two edicts in his hand with the old but shrill cry, one for himself and one for Zen, Feng Yu seemed to suddenly realize something, turned his head to look at the wind that had been silent, and suddenly had an indescribable sense of loss.

Feng Yu stepped forward and grabbed the knife stuck in the former emperor's body, Feng Yu's hand was clenched very tightly, as if he wanted to hold on to something he wanted last, Feng Yu broke it for a long time, almost breaking his lifeless fingers, and barely pulled the knife out.

Li Fuquan knelt on the ground and crawled in embarrassment, with a lot of snot and tears, and wiped the sleeves of his robe that he was particularly particular about on weekdays and was scolded for a long time when touched by his godson, and cried in his arms while holding the wind that had begun to get cooler.

Feng Yu staggered out of the imperial study, as if drunk, looking at the faintly pale sky in the east, waved his hand a little tiredly, and listened to the sound of gradually moving away beside him, Feng Yu rubbed the corners of his forehead, Tian. It's almost dawn.

That night, a fire broke out in the palace, and the palace concubines were burned to death.

The next morning, Feng Yu sat on the dragon chair with the knife that had cut the emperor, squinting at the ministers with different faces below, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile. Su Shangshu stood on the steps second only to the dragon chair, and read the two edicts aloud in a neutral voice.

After reading the edict, Su Shangshu didn't care what others thought, he smiled so much that he couldn't see his eyes, and his daughter suddenly became ** This kind of pie-in-the-sky good thing is really unattainable.