For the first time, His Royal Highness King Jin realized deeply and clearly that Feng Ming was annoyed.

It's just because he tried in vain to put Lu Yilu to death.

And the strange emotions that the little prince never showed made him feel creepy.

Ming Yan wanted to say something, but the power of the palm of his hand was just right, and he couldn't beg for mercy and regret at all, only whimpering and moaning, just like he tried to strangle Lu Yixuan in the same way in the Wei State Mansion.

Feng Mingxie didn't have a smile on his face, nor did he have any expression, as if he was just admiring the dying struggle of the imperial nephew under his hand: "The Duke of Wei is the loyal minister of the Great Yan Dynasty, their blood is hot, I don't know if your blood is the same as boiling like your imperial nephew?" ”

has long since become cold-blooded and ruthless, and it should be denied by the six relatives.

Ming Yan didn't react to what Feng Mingxie said, there was a stinging pain in his neck, and the claws of the sixth man had already slashed his skin mercilessly, and three blood marks appeared immediately.

He noticed that when his throat was finally released, he had fallen to the ground and gulped in the air, like a fish that was about to die, but his throat and eyes could not make any other sound except retching, and his little imperial uncle looked at him so condescendingly, without any eyes, without any words, this originally lively and glamorous man made Ming Yan feel that he couldn't move up and down.

Feng Mingxie slowly squatted down, and the pearlescent embroidery poured all over the ground, making King Jin subconsciously resist the red wall.

"Whose world is this?" The man tilted his head, his long fingers around the black hair around his ears, and the clouds were light and breezy.

"Yes, it's the Ming family." King Jin said in a dumb voice.

"Wrong," Feng Ming's evil eyes narrowed, and he drank coldly, "The world belongs to the father who is high above your Nine Dragons Throne." "It's not you, King Mingyi, it's not Donggong Mingchen's, it's not those who play tricks are self-righteous.

You haven't been emperors yet, and you're all secretly Chencang and eradicating dissidents - ridiculous!

"Uncle Huang taught me a lesson." Where did Ming Yan dare to refute, he forcibly suppressed the resentment and disgust in the corners of his eyes, gritted his teeth and whispered.

The man knew that his nephew was very arrogant, and on the surface, even if he knelt down because of his identity, he couldn't suppress the unwillingness in his heart, just like facing his eldest brother in the East Palace.

Who can inherit the great unification in the future is not something that Feng Mingxie should care about, but now under the rule of the Ninth Five-Year Emperor, those who are causing trouble in the dynasty should weigh what their duty is.

Feng Mingxie stretched out his hand to open the robe on Ming's waist, the silver dagger that His Highness had never left had fallen into the man's hands, and there were no birds of prey on it, but hundreds of small flowers were wrapped with silver wires, which was really ingenious.

Ming Wei was dumb and didn't dare to open his mouth to obstruct half a minute, and his eyes chased the dagger and were reluctant to leave half an inch.

Feng Ming turned a blind eye, he pulled out the dagger, the blade was sharp, very sharp, as long as the skin was lightly cut, it would be soaked with blood beads, it was a good knife, scraping the bone and cutting the flesh, more than enough.

"What do you think you're doing?" Feng Mingxie's shoulders trembled slightly, and no matter who was behind the rebellion in this assassination, but as a dignified relative of the country, he repaid a Lu Yixuan with a vicious and narrow-minded mind, in a vain attempt to murder the loyal and good ministers of the Wei State Mansion, and then, he fabricated an excuse to do it hastily, this Shengjing City, can you cover the sky with one hand!

Ming Yan lowered his head: "Ming Yan, Ming Yan don't dare." But before he finished speaking, his jaw called the tip of the knife in Feng Mingxie's hand against the forced to raise his head, and met the man's eyes, the man's starry eyes were slightly like the soft spirit of a peach blossom, and also like the broken stars in the middle of the night, but these stars were now like pieces of knife tips piercing straight into the flesh and bones of the hideous skin, making him dare not make a mistake like a needle felt.

"The case of the East Academy, whether Qin Zheng intentionally or unintentionally framed Lu Zhonghei, this king doesn't care, and the people under his hands may not be foolproof," Feng Mingxie snapped his fingers lightly, and the sixth man rushed out from the side, holding a hairpin in his mouth, which was one of the hairpins scattered all over the ground at the scene of the East Academy crime, "This hairpin looks very familiar." ”

Mingyi's face was even more embarrassed when he heard this.

"Although this color is not surprising in the palace, "every year on a good day, the big * small and small happy events are overflowing, which palace does not have piles of gold, silver and jade, and the little eunuchs with unclean hands and feet will also secretly steal one or two out of the palace to sell, these are unwritten rules," but the small jade * beads on the hairpin flower seem to be a batch of light Luan jade paid tribute by Ge Ye Fan five years ago, and it has long been included in the treasury, but the Queen Mother's birthday is ordered to create a batch of hairpin flowers to give several beauties in the harem. ”

Feng Mingxie's words don't even feel like a threat, a question, or a warning, but they are clear and careless, but they seem to be dripping through your heart: "Just check it, which harem pets won the reward at that time, there are always clues to be found, don't you say?" ”

He also deliberately suppressed his voice and asked you in return.

The corners of Mingyi's eyes twitched without a trace, how dare he answer, Feng Mingxie's unclear "debunking", no, he has already pointed the finger at him King Jin, and the mysterious speculation directed at the East Academy is not just to frame a Lu Zhonghe, he has long known the cause and effect but still wants to leave you a glimmer of life, where is this vitality, it is clearly a straw that threatens others.

This man laughs and scolds on weekdays, but in his heart, he turns and turns thousands of times, and the city government is quite deep.

"It's not difficult to catch two little guards and say it's a murderer, there are always some people who are stubborn and like to ask for trouble." Feng Mingxie's fingertips lightly buckled on the silver dagger, and the crisp sound that fell was enough to prove it, and the blood sealed the throat.

"Uncle Huang, Ming Wei has no intention of murdering the East Palace, the eldest brother is already a model admired by the princes, Ming Yan has always been impatient, because Lu Yiyi made wild words, he lost his temper in the Wei Mansion for a while." The fingertips in King Jin's sleeves were pinched into fists, and he was sweating on his forehead, and he could see that he was burning inside, I don't know if it was because of Feng Mingxi's words or actions, which made him feel a little frightened by the six gods and no master.

Feng Mingxie nodded "oh", noncommittal.

King Jin licked the corners of his lips and could still feel the dryness in his throat, his eyes did not dare to cross the line, and when he saw that Feng Mingxie did not say anything, he was even more worried: "This ...... This dagger is a relic of the concubine's mother...... "His caution is really hard to see, even in the face of the Ninety-Five Supreme, he only has respect for his ministers and sons."

"This king remembers that this is the makeup that Concubine Li brought from home, she handed it to you on the sickbed, and you have been with you for more than ten years, and you have never left one day, but it is a pity that the little noble man is famous, you are a smart person, a smart person, you should learn from your mother."

Ming Yan swallowed his saliva.

Feng Mingxie finally stood up, lazily sighing, the moonlit robe dragged with colorful brocade embroidery, beautiful.

Mingyi heard the delicate words fall from the top of his head.

Like a breeze, like a drizzle, like a sword, like a nail thorn.

"This king doesn't kill people," Feng Mingxie paused, "However, this king is heartbroken." The man laughed suddenly, but Ming Yan felt that the smile was full of evil and malice.

With a "click", the dagger in Feng Mingxi's hand fell to the ground in response.

Ming's eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were about to split, he lost his mother at a young age, and the only relic that he regarded as a treasure was destroyed so carelessly and easily by the man in front of him.

It was as if the crack of the bright light that had broken in his heart in vain made him lose his mind for a moment, but the crunching of the back molars could only hold back all the anger and resentment, and he knelt on the ground and picked up the broken sharp dagger in despair.

Feng Mingxie, just watched coldly, and finally turned around and jumped into his arms and curled up to enjoy the warmth, the man's long fingers followed the black cat's long hair as if in an instant, Feng Mingxie returned to the indulgent, lazy and gentle Wang Sun Guixuan.

It wasn't until the footsteps disappeared in his ears that Ming Yan dared to stand up and dust off the dust on his robe, touched the tears on his face, and pinched the fragments in his hand fiercely, the palm was stabbed with blood, and the pain in his neck reminded him that it was not a hallucinatory dream just now-

Feng Mingxie wanted to put him to death, almost in an instant, even in this imperial city, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, it was easy to get the life of a prince.

That man has never shown the other side, vicious and perverse, like a demon who suddenly came out of the peach blossom box, he has never been imprisoned, he has never been restricted, life and death are all in the blink of an eye.

Xu is Feng Xiaowangye's indulgence and indulgence, no taboos have made everyone forget, this man is deeply favored by the emperor, and he still seems to have the trust of His Majesty without suspicion, and he is like a fish in water between the Son of Heaven and the civil and military officials, this man is the real gamer of the Dayan Dynasty.

Feng Mingxie's three words, one is Lu Yixuan, the second is the chaos of the party and the masses, and the third is the murder case of the East Academy - everything has not escaped the eyes and ears of Feng Xiaowangye, he did not debunk it and turned a blind eye, because he held everyone's handle.

Ming's fierce gaze slowly fell on the broken silver dagger in his hand, and it took a while to put the fragment into his arms, and slowly stepped out of the alley with his clothes straightened, all the weeping and groveling did not exist.

The sun is shining, but the disaster is not over.

The assassination of the East Palace of Shengjing City is naturally not to be underestimated, and the people who have been arrested in a few days are about to fill the Dali Temple, regardless of whether they are guilty or not, in short, they can't let go of the clues.

Did the killer assassin catch it, got it.

Did you find out the results, no.

Those seriously injured people all bit their tongues and committed suicide, not to mention the trial, Dali Siqing was not hot at all, and he was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

The rest are just some wind catchers, no matter how hard they are tortured, they can't ask big things, the more the whole Shengjing City is closed, the more people are panicked, and the people are afraid, afraid that if they accidentally say half a word wrong, they will be treated as a fellow party.