Jiang Mu in the back slashed his back knee with a palm: "You kid is looking for death?!" ”

The prince died of illness, and the emperor was already furious.

If this grandson is so disrespectful again, he will be arrested and buried with him.

"Bang!"

Feng Chenglin fell to his knees.

It was this pain in his knee that made him completely conscious and jumped up violently.

"Great Prince, Ling Er Shuai ......"

The voice of the fat man, in the midst of the whining and wailing, was very sharp and piercing.

The hundred officials stopped crying one after another and looked up.

In front of the prince's coffin, there were two people who led the way and carried the coffin, which was very dazzling.

Ling Bufan.

Lingyun West.

Among the sixty coffin bearers, the first person to bear the brunt was Ling Bufan.

In front of the coffin, Ling Yunxi was carrying a white banner on his shoulder, sitting in a wheelchair, and was being pushed by a eunuch.

Everyone was stunned and didn't know what the hell was going on.

Even if it is the prince's coffin, whether it is carrying the coffin or leading the way and carrying the flag, it is the most humble little eunuch's doing.

Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi, one is a dignified and brave prince, and the other is a general who was killed in a bloody array, how could they lead the way for the prince to carry the coffin? !

"This ......"

Feng Zaitang was the first to react, and hurriedly got up and rushed up.

"Big Prince, Second Marshal, what are you doing here?"

"Stop!" Fang Cheng took a step across and stepped out from among the hundred officials: "Lord Zaifu, this is the prince's coffin...... Don't be presumptuous! ”

His grandfather was despised by Xiao Qisan, where is the fat man willing to follow.

He glared at him unhappily and stepped forward: "I'll give you Fang Cheng, when my grandfather spoke, was it your turn to be particularly presumptuous?" ”

"Stop arguing!" Xiao Tongzhou strode out, his face gloomy: "Before the prince's coffin, no one is allowed to make a noise. ”

Feng Chenglin wanted to say something, but he was grabbed by Feng Zaitang's wrist.

He was an old fox, and he had already seen the clues.

With Fang Cheng's humble identity, how dare he argue with him.

When he does this, there must be someone behind him.

And this person must be the emperor.

Only with the emperor's promise could Fang Cheng dare to be so unscrupulous.

He looked at Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi, tears looming in his old eyes.

"Great Power ......"

Fang Cheng glanced at Ling Bufan gloomily: "Lord Zaifu, what are you doing here?" Brother Bufan and Ling Ershuai feel that the prince has no queen, so they want to send the prince to the end! ”

Although Feng Chenglin understood that his grandfather was hinting at himself, he didn't know what he was hinting at himself, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words.

"Fuling...... Sending it off? Isn't that what the younger generations do? And besides...... The Great Duke and the Second Marshal ......"

They are not an ancestor, send a fart to the end!!

The wind roared in the hall: "Shut up! What kind of place is this, and how is it your turn to yell at a little thing? Go back! ”

When he said this, his eyes squinted sharply at Fang Cheng.

The fool heard it, he was pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

Of course, Fang Cheng also heard it, but Feng Zaitang seemed to be scolding the fat man, and he couldn't answer the phone, so he could only sulk aggrievedly.

Xiao Tongzhou bowed his head sinisterly and lowered his voice: "In my cousin, the prince wants to enter the underground palace at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it will not be good if he misses the hour...... We're still ......."

Feng Zaitang suddenly raised his hand to interrupt his words, and walked towards Ling Bufan tremblingly: "You all go back!" I, an old bone, will accompany the great prince and Ling Ershuai to give the prince a ride! ”

Ling Bufan had been standing there expressionlessly, and he couldn't help but tremble at this time: "The wind is in the hall!" ”