Yan Ling thought about it for a while, but she didn't understand the jumping nature of the topic, what was going on.

But she has never been difficult for herself.

As Feng Lin deliberately changed the topic, she also changed the topic.

I asked in passing.

"Then what else do you have to plan, you can't let Feng He sit firmly on the throne of the crown prince, right?"

It's best to take advantage of this time to find something for Feng He.

Caught him off guard.

Let Feng Hyuk have no time to rest.

The hand is up and down, crisp and neat.

Never give your enemy time, and never give your enemy a chance.

If you are killed in the end, it will be terrible!

"What's your idea?"

Feng Lin asked her with a smile, and the moment he heard her question, he already felt that she had some good ideas, but he was embarrassed to say it.

Sure enough, Yan Ling blinked, looking calm and innocent.

It's just that the idea that came out of it inexplicably made Feng Lin shudder.

She really dared to think about it!

That's the emperor's reverse scale.

Even if it is Fenghe, I am afraid that it will have to fall off a layer of skin.

Thereupon.

That same evening.

Feng He has an extra sandalwood box at the head of the bed.

The box had a dark pattern on it, and he glanced at it, and smashed it directly to the ground in anger.

His face was full of anger.

This is his East Palace!

His bedchamber!

And who is he?

The crown prince of the dynasty, the future emperor!

But those thieves entered his palace three times and twice, what did they think of him?

Clearly don't take him seriously!

Feng He gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, the afterglow fell on the dark-streaked box.

Inside the box seemed to be some letters, one of which was spread out, and the seal on it was all too familiar to him.

It was used by the emperor in private.

There were some things that did not use the jade seal, and he used the seal as a sign.

His legs unconsciously moved from the bed to the ground, and he walked almost uncontrollably towards the dark box.

He bent down and picked up the letter.

But I felt chills all over my body, like falling into an ice cellar.

He swept around in astonishment, cautious and a little frightened.

Almost subconsciously, he put the letter back into the dark box, and then the person walked around the palace again and again, his face full of anxiety.

He's looking for a place.

Find a place where you can hide your letters from being discovered.

This night.

Feng He tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep.

When it was almost dawn, he fell asleep.

But he didn't want to, in his dream, he was actually chased and killed.

He fled and resisted all the way, covered in blood, until finally, he was exhausted.

A familiar figure appeared in front of him.

It was his father, and he hadn't spoken yet......

I saw that familiar face suddenly became hideous, and a sharp sword in his hand stabbed towards his chest out of thin air!

A rush of pain hit him, and he jerked out of his dream.

Feng He sat up from the bed with a bone, and the cold sweat on his forehead fell down.

His eyes were empty and uncertain.

After a long time, the empty eyes focused a little bit, and he barely regained some sense.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, I can't find a reason to comfort myself.

In that dark box from last night.

What is placed is the truth that was sealed in the dust many years ago.

He didn't know who sent it.

But those truths stimulated his brain fiercely, and it was like poison all over his body.

Originally.

His father really snatched the throne that belonged to Feng Lin's father.

Even, killing his father and killing his brother.

The means are cruel, and he has taken the supreme position at all costs.