For a few days, Ye Zhiwei went to Nanwangfu, which greatly surprised Bai Qing and the others.

Nanwang is now nowhere to be seen except Ye Zhiwei.

For a while, there was a strange atmosphere in the Nanwang Mansion.

The three aunts all wanted to know how Nanwang was doing. But Ye Zhiwei arranged the guards in the palace and surrounded the courtyard where King Nan lived.

Four days have passed, and incense, candles, white silk and other things have been prepared in the Nanwang Mansion, and Bai Qing pinched his fingers and counted the days.

"Dead?" Every day as soon as Ye Zhiwei left the house, Qiushuang was in a hurry to inquire.

Feng Yiyang followed Qiu Shuang's side closely. Shrinking his shoulders, staring at the white silk hanging on the tree, "Mother...... I was a little scared. ”

Qiushuang glared at her son angrily, "What are you afraid of, there are so many people in the mansion." ”

"Is my father going to die?" Feng Yiyang blurted out.

Qiu Shuangyi covered his mouth, "Little wrongdoer, stop your mouth, beware of being heard." ”

The two of them followed the path around the courtyard where Nanwang lived, and entered the courtyard through the foot gate at the back.

It's rarely useful to pass through on weekdays, so it's not guarded.

Feng Yiyang trembled forward, reaching out to pull his mother from time to time, "Mother, you say." If my father dies, will the second and third brothers kick us out of the house......"

Qiu Shuang's face sank, although her son was only thirteen years old, but as long as she thought of Feng Duhan entering the army when she was only ten years old, compared to her son, she was three years younger, why did her son seem to have not grown up, he didn't know anything, and everything had to depend on her.

"That's why we have to go to the prince now and ask him for a word, so that our mother and son can have a stable way to live."

"Are we leaving the Southern Palace?" As long as this issue is mentioned these days, the wind is like being scalded by boiling water.

"As long as we have the money in our hands. They are not afraid of anything. Qiushuang took Feng Yiyang into the courtyard from behind.

The attendant beside King Nan happened to come out of the house, raised his head and collided with Qiushuang. Chi Fengdong died.

"Third aunt?" The attendant looked surprised, "...... are you?"

"Where's the prince?" Qiushuang straightened her back and posed as a hostess.

"The prince just slept." The attendant didn't even lift his eyelids.

Qiushuang took the wind and Yiyang and went directly inside.

"Third aunt?" The attendant stretched out his hand to stop her, but he didn't want Qiushuang to rush at him angrily and shouted, "What are you, dare to touch me!" ”

The attendant hesitated, and Qiushuang entered the door directly.

The room was dimly lit, the tent on the bed hung down, and the king of the south lay on his side, his face unclear in the haze.

Qiushuang entered the house, Feng Yiyang was close to her, and the two stood in front of the bed.

"Lord Wang?" Qiu Shuangzhan called out tremblingly.

Nanwang on the bed didn't move.

"Lord Wang, wake up...... "Qiu Shuang shouted again.

Seeing that Nanwang was motionless, she saw the medicine bowl on the table at a glance and quietly leaned over. He picked up the bowl and poured the medicine into the potted plant in the corner of the house.

What kind of medicine do you drink at this time, it is better to die early and be profitable.

Feng Yiyang shrank his hands and feet and stood aside and watched, not saying a word.

Nanwang on the bed suddenly moved, and Qiu Shuang hurriedly put the medicine bowl back on the table in fright.

At this moment, the voice of the attendant sounded outside the door again: "Second aunt, the prince is asleep, you can't go in......"

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, Feng Caizhen took Feng Shaowen into the door, just in time to see Qiushuang and them standing in front of the bed.

Qiushuang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, he didn't expect them to come too.

"Sister Caizhen, what are you doing here?" Qiushuang pretended to be puzzled.

Feng Caizhen sneered, "That's a good question." I would like to ask Sister Qiushuang first, what are you doing here without sleeping in the middle of the night! ”

"I haven't seen the prince for many days, and the concubine is a little worried...... That's why I brought Yi Yang over to take a look. ”

Before Feng Caizhen could speak, Feng Shaowen rolled his eyes and said mockingly: "What are you worried about, don't you want to come and see if the prince is out of breath?" ”

This is like a fig leaf covering people's heads, which suddenly made Feng Shaowen pick it open.

"Yo, I said that there was a fishy smell from afar, so everyone was here." Bai Qing walked in at some point, followed by her son, Feng Minghui.

Qiushuang bit her lip tightly, she didn't expect that these people would have the same thoughts as her.

"Since everyone is here, don't hide it anymore, just say it all, the prince is here now, what do you want, it's better to say it as soon as possible, so as not to have a conflict with us."

Qiushuang gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want much, as long as I have all the belongings in my yard, and give us one-third of the family property in Nanwangfu, we will leave immediately." ”

Bai Qing raised her eyebrows, "You really dare to ask for one-third of the family property!" ”

"What do I dare not want, I gave birth to a son, and you gave birth to a son, and you are not much more noble than us."

Bai Qing gritted her back molars, "According to me, at most, I can let you take away the things in your courtyard, and you don't want to take any of the others!" ”

"You ......" Qiu Shuang angrily pointed at Bai Qing, "I have already seen it, you vicious woman, you want the prince to die soon, and then drive our mother out!" ”

Bai Qing glared, "Even if I drive you out, now it's my decision in this mansion!" ”

Bai Jing and Qiu Shuang were confronting each other, and Feng Caizhen's son Feng Shaowen quietly moved to the bed, suddenly picked up the tent, leaned over and grabbed Nanwang's hand.

"Huh? Third Young Master, what are you going to do......" When Bai Qing and Qiushuang found out, Feng Shaowen had already laughed wildly and raised the piece of music in his hand.

"What's that?" Bai Qing suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Feng Minghui reacted the fastest, and reached out to grab the note, but Feng Shaowen flashed his body and dodged it.

"Don't waste your efforts." Feng Shaowen was proud, "When I inherit the position of the son of the world, there will be your good-looking ......" He was smiling proudly, and suddenly felt that his hand was empty, and the piece of music was gone.

"This king wants to see how you want to inherit the throne of the world." A low male voice came from behind him, which only frightened everyone.

Everyone followed the prestige, only to see that in the tent, the figure of King Nan slowly sat up.

The Southern King, who was still angry just now, had regained his vitality in an instant, and his eyes were like cold stars, staring at them.

Bai Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Wang...... Rajah? ”

Qiushuang only felt that his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground with a pop, and Feng Yiyang was even more frightened, holding his head and shouting: "Fake the corpse!" Father deceived the corpse......"

Feng Yiyang looked at the hand in the tent in disbelief, and slowly raised it, still holding the fold he had finally gotten and was printed with the handprint of King Nan.

It was so close to him that it seemed as if he could hold it in his hand as soon as he stretched out his hand.

But now, it is being held in the hands of the King of the South.

He saw Nan Wang clench his fist, and in the blink of an eye, the piece of music shrank into a ball in his palm.