General Zhenyuan is also a major factor to a large extent because Ye Dehao did not dare to act rashly and directly usurped the throne.

After all, Ye Dehao took the lead, probably because he got the information from the head of the palace secret guard in advance, when the first emperor died, he had already entered Di'an City, and all the orthodox heirs were under his control at the moment, and others naturally did not dare to act rashly, not to mention that there was no problem with what he did later.

Although everyone knows that he is just doing superficial work.

And listening to the people who were arranged in the palace to be proficient in medical skills, Ye Dehao had recently begun to do something to the little emperor.

The main thing is to use that kind of chronic poison, so that the little emperor will die of physical failure at most when he is fifteen years old, and the death is like a sudden illness, a simple wind chill or something, but it is menacing, and it will soon boil people to death, and people will not be able to find the cause.

If Mu Zong and Mu Feng were gone.

Then according to the genealogy, the emperor to him, the possibility is the greatest.

Although his royal blood is thin and he has been named a king with a different surname, he is still more likely to inherit the throne than others, and he is also more justifiable.

But there was no need to be in such a hurry.

But most of it was Mu Feng's dazzling, deliberately provoking and provoking him, wanting to make him show his feet, which gave him a sense of urgency.

This is the one who hurriedly wants to get rid of Mu Feng with the help of the outside world first.

At that time, the wood has been completed, the little emperor is still in power, even if a prince dies, there is still no movement around.

At most, a group of officials are crying and shouting to give Mu Feng an explanation, and then find some scapegoats, Di'an City is still under his control, and the matter is easy to solve.

It's just that a thousand calculations have missed a little, and Mu Feng has been preparing for his own forces since the death of his parents.

Although it can't reverse the situation of one side, it is more than enough to protect yourself and prepare for a future comeback.

By the time Qinghui returned, the light in the study had already turned on.

said that Mu Feng was secretly discussing with the deputy general.

All the guards are around.

The guards on the roof of the light room were squatting three, Fei Yi, Fei Wu and Fei Qi.

Qinghui had the consciousness of the secret guard at this time, and jumped directly on the roof with a small body like a cat, and cated the roof with the three people, and glanced at Mu Feng, who was sitting in the right seat and talking to the deputy general of Zhenyuan.

Obviously, it was still like that, but Qinghui just felt as if Mu Feng had changed a little.

Qinghui blinked in confusion.

After listening to two sentences, he was not interested in retracting his gaze.

Then the cat came to Fei Wu, raised his hand, the white soft palm was facing up, and a pair of big eyes looked directly at Fei Wu.

Well, ask for sugar.

Fei Wu paused.

Originally, it was very serious.

But now I'm almost amused by Qinghui.

She gestured with a gesture: Someone has been caught?

Qinghui nodded, his eyes looking directly at the hem of her clothes.

The eyes were too hot, Fei Wu choked slightly, and unconsciously stepped back.

How the hell did she know she had sugar?

Rain or shine all year round, I come to ask her for candy every day.

Fei Wu sighed, took the sugar packet out of his arms, and handed it to Qinghui, who found a place to stay.

Fei Yi next to him looked around seriously.

At the beginning of the word Fei, they all knew how powerful Qinghui was, and since Qinghui had already said that it was okay, Fei Qi's tense nerves also relaxed slightly, poked his little head, and leaned forward to Fei Wu.

The purpose is obvious: is there any sugar left? I want it too.

Fei Wu finished dividing the sugar with a black line on his face, looking at Qinghui and a few cats on the side, stuffing sugar into his mouth, and the corners of his lips twitched: Is it okay to be serious? Obviously, before Qinghui came, we were still a very serious group!

No one noticed that Mu Feng, who was sitting below, glanced at the beam of the room lightly at this time.

The dark eyes were a little helpless.

Divide the sugar on the top of his head?

Tsk, you're really capable.