It is precisely because power cannot change everything that there are only two ways to win.

First, improve yourself, and second, draw out the steps of others.

Obviously, the phoenix dove is now in a weak position, and these three princes are now princes, and his days in the palace are ...... It's not good.

How should he be a prince who is not loved by his father, loved by his courtiers, and loved by the people, and who is also the future emperor? This problem, one aspect alone, gives the phoenix dove a headache.

He sat in the room and thought for a long time, but he didn't expect an oracle to summon him into the dragon hall.

Now he is only 225 years old in the Feng calendar, Feng is more than 30 years old, he can sit on the throne at this age by his own ability, and he has been sitting for a few years.

The mahogany doors of the temple were kept closed, with no intention of opening them. There were two waiters guarding outside, their eyes were strict, and their eyes fell on the side of the phoenix, and they wanted to say something, but they kept silent.

According to the oral message, Feng Yi stays here at this hour on weekdays, and there must be something important to summon him.

However, there were two new-looking waiters guarding the entire hall, and this Feng's usual habit became a cage in which he had to be imprisoned.

Before there was a war, a generation of emperors had fallen.

This is the battle of scheming among mortals.

He entered through a side door, avoiding the attendants.

At the entrance, Feng Qi was crouching in front of the table and fiddling with the scroll, sorting it out. He rubbed his eyes, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have not slept for a long time.

Although he pretended to be an emperor and took care of the whole dynasty, it was difficult for him to deceive himself.

Feng Jiu looked at Feng Di's face, and felt that the person sitting on it was no longer a man who was majestic and proud of everything in Ming Qin's eyes. Now he is just a wretched creature who has lost his wife, lost his power, and lost everything, but he is still strong.

At this point, the phoenix dove understands why every time there is an immortal cultivator who rises from the mortal world, the immortal world is always somewhat repulsed. Divide those immortal cultivators into two immortals, and send them to a corner that is not rich.

The same is a hundred years, humane, one day in heaven and one year on earth.

Actually, no, it should be a year in heaven and a day on earth.

When those immortal fetuses in the sky were born for a hundred years, they may still be bathing in the aura of heaven and earth, and their divine consciousness has not yet opened, while the mortal fetus has already passed a reincarnation.

On treachery, I am only afraid that immortals are not enemies.

Feng Qi closed the wooden scroll in front of him, and his eyes fell on the phoenix dove, as if he was touching fire, and was burned.

Young Feng Jiu, with his fair skin and cold eyes, really looked like Ming Qin, like him.

He wanted to shake the scroll off and run over to stroke the ends of his hair, as intimate as father and son. But he couldn't.

His pride told him that he couldn't.

chose to treat Ming Qin coldly and Feng Jiu coldly, how could he ...... Dismantle your own platform.

"The Emperor." The phoenix dove reluctantly bowed.

He is just one identity worse than Feng Qi, if he is Feng Qi, how can he set off an ordinary Feng rain, he is a little stuffy, how could he throw himself into a small child and be a son to others in vain.

Feng Jiu's disdain and reluctance became an extremely normal thing in Feng Di's eyes. He thought of the scene of Ming Qin's death in his mind, so he couldn't bear to blame him.

"Get up."

"Yes, Emperor."

After Feng Jiu got up, Feng Yi gave him a look, signaling him to sit down, and then asked him with a deep sigh: "Have you seen your mother." ”