That night, the jubilant sounds under the dazzling bonfire gradually subsided, replaced by a deathly silence. Even those who have experienced that incident many years later will inevitably feel fear when they recall it. Who could have expected it?
, the men who were worshiped as gods left like this.
Outside the camp, there was a dead silence. Soldiers from various countries were displayed, and the solemn look on their faces seemed to wrap up the dark sky.
There was a sound of mourning in the camp. Who could have imagined that today would end like this?
"Father...Father..." Nan Mengya's sad voice came from time to time.
Outside the camp, the man in black clothes covered his chest. What kind of poison was this? It was colorless and odorless, and even he was poisoned. Fortunately, he had taken countless medicinal stones over the years, and his body was more resistant to poison than ordinary people.
It was nothing serious, but the people inside had drank too much.
At this time, a figure came over and said, "Your Majesty, we have just found out that the name of this medicine is 'odorless'. It is really colorless and tasteless. It has been mixed into wine. An ordinary silver needle cannot detect it at all. If you drink too little,
, but her life is not in danger, for example, Princess Zhaoning, she didn’t drink much, so she was fine, but the other people who drank a lot were..." Zhao Nan paused and looked at Feng Qi.
"Keep talking!" Feng Qi put his hands behind his back and slowly closed his eyes.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Nan continued: "Emperor Liefeng and Emperor Qinghui have both died. Emperor Xue Zhao, Prince Xiangyang and Prince Lang are extremely powerful and survived, but they are still in a coma. In addition, the emperor, he
No more."
Can't do it anymore? Feng Qi's expression changed, and he suddenly grabbed Zhao Nan's lapel. His eyebrows twisted into the Chinese character "Sichuan". He hesitated for a long time and asked sharply: "Who are you saying can't do it?"
Zhao Nan's face gradually fell, and he whispered: "Your Majesty, the Emperor said he wants to see you."
After letting go of Zhao Nan, Feng Qi was stunned. Was he going to die? How could he be allowed to die so easily? Feng Qi was filled with shock and anger, or to be precise, grief and anger. He pushed Zhao away.
Nan staggered towards the tent.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Xu Ting knelt beside the bed and shouted, but the man on the bed had his eyes slightly closed, and through the candlelight, you could faintly see the afterglow in his eyes.
Under the bed, the imperial doctors were kneeling on the ground. They all lowered their heads and looked at the scene inside. Feng Qi was stunned. It turned out that what he said was right. No matter how brilliant he was in life, he would be nothing more than a blur after death.
loess.
Xu Ting suddenly looked back and saw Feng Qi. He quickly said to Feng Huan: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, King Qi is here, he is here."
Turning his eyes slightly and looking at the man in black clothes not far away, Feng Huan showed a faint smile on his face.
Looking at Feng Huan's lifeless face, Feng Qi came to his senses and walked towards the bed. That year, his fourth brother died in the struggle for power in the palace. That year, his mother and concubine died.
In the despair of entangled love and hate, will my father die this year? He will die in the struggle for hegemony in the world.
Kneeling beside the bed, at this moment, he didn't know what to say.
"Qi'er, father, father knows... you hate me." Feng Huan said intermittently, his voice was like a gossamer, and he could pull away at any time.
Closing his eyes slightly, Feng Qi said in a deep voice: "Stop talking."
Withdrawing his gaze, Feng Huan looked at the top of his head and said word by word: "Pass on my decree to establish King Qi... Feng Qi as the crown prince. After a hundred years... I will ascend the throne and become the emperor. Please do this!"
Xu Ting was startled, glanced at Feng Huan, then at Feng Qi, and said quickly: "Long live my emperor, long live long live." The doctors behind him also knelt down and bowed. Then Xu Ting led the rest of the people out and left.
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After a long silence, the cold and stern voice gradually sounded.
"Do you think this is compensation for me?" Feng Qi said sarcastically, "For that woman, my fourth brother died, my mother and concubine died, and I almost lost my life in Huayun Kingdom and my throne. How can this be enough?
?I want you to be tortured by me every day and suffer the condemnation of your conscience every day."
Feng Huan stretched out his hand, slowly held Feng Qi's hand, and whispered: "Hate it, it's me... I'm sorry for you. If in the next life, you and I... will still be father and son, I hope that we can... be the most ordinary
Father and son..."
Looking at the slowly closing eyes and the peaceful face, Feng Qi felt as if his heart had collapsed. After getting rid of the hatred, what should he use to continue living? Finally, what should he do?
He was the only one left.
"She once asked me, who do I want in the world... or her? And I... finally, I can live with her forever... and be inseparable..." His voice gradually became softer, and his hands gradually dropped.
"Hahaha..." Feng Qi suddenly looked up to the sky and roared. It turned out that he was still thinking of that person until he died. After all, who are they? Who should he look for to repay these old and new grudges? His cold voice
Looking ahead, there is still one person alive. The old accounts of these years and the new accounts of today should be cleared together!
At this time, in a dark room, a black figure suddenly held his chest and spat out blood. What happened to him at that moment? He felt as if something was missing, and he wiped the corners of his mouth.
Blood, count the days. In a day or two, the effect of the medicine will be over. Why should he be worried?
At night, the dark clouds obscured the moonlight, leaving the ground in darkness. On the official road, a carriage stopped aside, and everything was quiet. Open the sedan curtain and look up at the sky. There is only one day left to reach Qing Dynasty.
Yangcheng. If she hadn't been feeling unwell in the middle of the journey, it would have been earlier. I don't know what happened, but just now she suddenly felt something blocked in her heart. She frowned slightly. She leaned on the car railing, but she couldn't.
I couldn't sleep, turning my body back and forth.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" A low voice came from the darkness.
Hearing Shui Yue's voice, Mo Yunling simply sat up again, her expression gloomy, "It always feels like something happened today?"
"Miss, I think you are over-worrying. Because you have been traveling these days, you have not had a good rest, which makes you overthinking and even restless. It will be fine when we arrive at Qingyang City." Shuiyue comforted her during the journey.
It was indeed hard work, and she would not stop vomiting from time to time. This was too much joy and harm. When she got to the place, she would definitely serve the young lady well.
Mo Yunling nodded, "Maybe." Even though she said that, her frown deepened. The feeling at that moment was really too clear. I hope it is really okay.
