The two of them walked to a place where it was silent except for the sound of the breeze blowing through the branches. 『→お℃．．

"Your Majesty!"

The hoarse Wang Shang suddenly broke the silence, and Mu Feng's face froze.

"Why are you ......?"

Ji Xin keenly sensed that something was wrong with Mu Feng, she stood in place quietly, and the people behind the wall obviously didn't notice that the wall had ears.

"You ......"

Another voice rang out, obviously hesitant.

"You have done so much for Prince Mu, but he doesn't know it, you have endured so much alone, do you really not let him know how good you are for him?"

"This is the king's fate."

This answer was accompanied by a long sigh, and the desperation and helplessness in his tone were felt even by onlookers.

"The poison has penetrated into the bones, and there is no cure."

After this sentence, the wall was all quiet, Ji Xin looked at Mu Feng, and signaled with his eyes if he needed to come forward, but Mu Feng just walked forward a little distractedly, and Ji Xin didn't say much when he saw this.

The two walked back to the outside of the hall until Mu Feng eased up slightly, and he smiled a reluctant smile with some difficulty.

"Let Haotian Monarch see a joke today."

Ji Xin shook his head slightly.

"I won't bother Prince Mu."

She turned around and left, and being alone at this time was what Mu Feng needed.

Now that the auditor has left the table, he will not go back, and besides, the news that has been waiting for the night makes her plan not go wrong in the slightest.

King Kangping was still singing and dancing in the palace, but Mu Feng was not among them, and at this time, he looked complicated in front of him.

"You ......"

He hesitated and didn't speak, looking at him in an indifferent tone, and even with half a reprimand.

"If you don't wait for the banquet to end and go home, I'm afraid it won't be in line with the ceremony."

"Who the hell are you?"

Mu Feng lowered his head and asked, self-cultivation seemed to be slightly stunned, and then turned sideways.

"Prince Mu, what do you mean by this?"

Mu Feng couldn't help but press the tea cup in his hand on the table.

"Xuanshuo, is something wrong?"

Zixiu suddenly turned his head, realizing that Mu Feng was not tempting, and he sighed faintly for a while.

"You...... It's all there. ”

"What the hell is going on!"

Mu Feng couldn't suppress his anger and said.

"The king is highly poisoned in his body, and his life is short, and the king wants you to succeed to the throne, so I came to you."

"What poison? How can it not be cured? ”

Mu Feng asked eagerly.

"The king has been accompanied by this poison since he was a child, he has long known his fate, and in order for you to be able to sit on the throne smoothly, he ......"

Self-cultivation showed an unbearable expression.

"The king reprimanded the ministers in the palace and reused Su Suyi, just so that you can learn to be ruthless."

"For you, the king is also deeply tortured by the nightmare Gu given to him by Su Suyi, and he can't sleep every day, he once said that if one day, you can see the abandoned son on the table, Kang Ping, you can rest assured that it will be handed over to you......"

This passage of self-cultivation made Mu Feng suddenly in a trance.

He thought about competing with his brother and taking this country, but he didn't expect that everything was planned and arranged by his brother.

Whoever he wants to kill and what tricks he learns are all pawns on the chessboard.

What about the half of the military power in your own hands? Is it a metaphor that my father already knew about my brother's heavy poison? How cruel it is to let a person know his own destiny and arrange his own doom.

Self-cultivation watched Mu Feng's expression change.

"I have already got what I want, and I am more or less grateful for this love of life and death that I can't refuse, and since I have decided to help Prince Mu sit on the throne, I must do my best to live up to this trust."

Mu Feng was left without a master for a while, he slowly sat on the ground, his hands supported his head, and he didn't make a sound for self-cultivation, he turned his back and walked outside the door, looking up at the slightly scorching sun in mid-air.

It wasn't until the sun was half set and the sunset was about to sink into the valley that there was movement behind his cultivation, and Mu Feng held on to the door frame and spoke hoarsely.

"I want to save him."

Self-cultivation turned around and looked at the person in front of him seriously.

"If it's possible, why wait until today."

Mu Feng kept shaking his head.

"Try again, try ......"

With a long sigh, he took a step back and gave up his hand.

"Okay."