"But..." Han Ying turned his head and glanced at Feng Li.
"The eminent monk once said that too many people should not be allowed to enter this place, especially those from the royal family. It is best not to come in so as to avoid being eroded."
"My lord, you'd better go out."
Feng Li looked at everything below him for a moment, his eyes indifferent.
"Your Majesty."
After a while, Hanying called again.
When she reached out to touch Feng Li, Feng Li turned around and walked to the side stairs.
"My lord, why don't you listen to the words of the eminent monk?"
"I don't believe in ghosts and gods."
Feng Li dropped a sentence lightly.
Not only him, Feng Qiongcang also never believed in ghosts and gods.
Feng Li couldn't figure out what happened that made Feng Qiongcang go to war and even move the coffin of the late emperor.
He walked down the stairs step by step, keeping his eyes locked on the stone sculptures below.
Hanying glanced at the stones, with a look of contempt in his eyes.
She didn't say anything more and followed Feng Li's footsteps.
Feng Li walked into the formation and stopped in front of a stone statue from time to time, staring at it for two or three quarters of an hour.
Torches are always burning in the mausoleum, and the light is not affected by the outside world.
However, everyone inside knew that it was already getting late at this moment.
Han Ying couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't know how many times he opened his mouth and said, "Your Majesty, let's go back."
"Your Majesty."
She strode over and took Feng Li's sleeves.
Feng Li ignored it and went over to sit on the stone chair next to the golden coffin.
"Your Majesty, this place is not for people to sit. Come back. I'm worried if you come in for too long!"
Feng Li looked at the coffin, held the prayer beads in his hands, and closed his eyes.
Hanying looked at him intently for a while, shook his clothes, and turned to leave.
When she left the mausoleum, a female guard came to greet her.
"Princess, what's going on?"
"Inform the emperor's people that tonight, the imperial mausoleum must be strictly guarded, and no one is allowed to leave!"
Hanying snorted coldly and strode forward.
"yes!"
The female guard immediately raised her hands and accepted the order.
I am afraid that the princess will have to stay alone in the empty room tonight. No matter who this happens to, she will not be able to bear it.
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
In the mausoleum, for a long time, there were only two people, Feng Li and He Zhongnan.
"Your Majesty."
He Zhongnan's voice broke the peace in the mausoleum.
"The hour..." He tried to lower his voice as low as possible, "It's here."
Feng Li raised his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice: "If you knew that such a day would happen..." "Your Majesty."
He Zhongnan knelt on the ground.
"The villain came just for this day. The prince can leave with peace of mind. Only the prince is safe, and the villain will have no regrets in this life."
"Before the villain dies, there is one more thing I can do for the prince. It is because God treats villains well."
Feng Liwan patted He Zhongnan's shoulder gently and stood up: "Get up."
He Zhongnan stood up and looked at Feng Li with tears in his eyes.
"My lord, I will no longer be able to serve you as a villain from now on. You must live a good life."
Feng Li's eyes flickered, he shifted his gaze and said nothing.
He Zhongnan pursed his lips, turned around, and walked out.
Soon, he and a guard outside walked in.
The guard knelt in front of Feng Li, raised his hands and asked, "My lord, what do you want from this villain?"
As soon as the guard finished speaking, He Zhongnan's palm fell on his neck.
The guard had no time to say anything and fell to the ground.
Soon after, the guard who had just entered opened the door and left.
When the shift change time came, a group of guards came in and replaced the guards who had been guarding for twelve hours.
These people were strictly screened when they came in and out, but no one knew that one of the guards actually wore a human skin mask.
Feng Jiuer waited deep in an alley for a long time, and finally saw a tall figure appearing at the entrance of the alley.
The tall figure disappeared into the darkness and soon disappeared in an instant.
Han Ying returned to Yewang Mansion and drank wine all night.
At dawn, she was informed that Feng Li had not returned all night, and hurried to the imperial mausoleum.
When Hanying appeared outside the imperial mausoleum, the National Protectorate Army was there, guarding three levels of people inside and outside.
"The Lord of the Night didn't leave all night?"
Hanying looked at the entrance of the imperial mausoleum and asked in a deep voice.
"Not really."
A general responded.
Hanying frowned and strode inside.
Behind her were five female guards.
The general waved his hand and led a few people to follow Han Ying's footsteps.
After passing many levels, Han Ying came to this door again.
The door opened and she quickened her pace.
At this time, inside the mausoleum, a person was leaning on a stone chair, and another person was kneeling next to him.
Judging from the clothes, the person lying down is Feng Li, and the person kneeling is He Zhongnan.
However, Han Ying could tell something was wrong at a glance.
She could recognize the man she had liked for more than twenty years, even if it was just his back.
With one leap, Hanying skipped the steps and jumped down directly.
She stood next to "Feng Li", grabbed him, and pulled him up.
At this moment, He Zhongnan, who was holding a dagger, suddenly stood up.
He tried his best to fight to the death with the one in front of him.
Unfortunately, before his dagger could reach Han Ying, he felt the murderous Han Ying, so he turned around and waved his hand vigorously.
He Zhongnan was thrown three feet away and fell heavily against the stone wall. He vomited blood and fell to the ground.
"You...stop being such an idiot...dreaming."
He Zhongnan curled his lips weakly.
"You are not worthy...My lord, you are not..." Before he could finish his words, a large mouthful of turbid blood poured out of his mouth continuously.
He Zhongnan closed his eyes heavily, never having the chance to see the sun tomorrow.
"Ah..." Han Ying looked at the guard who had fainted wearing Feng Li's clothes, clenched his fists, and shouted to the sky.
The sound of "bang, bang, bang" sounded in the mausoleum.
Han Ying's internal force shattered one stone sculpture after another.
"Princess Princess."
"Princess Princess."
The guards who rushed over were not allowed to get close to her at all.
At this moment, Han Ying's eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, like a madman.
...Three days and three nights, Feng Jiuer and others still couldn't find a way to leave the capital.
Prince Ye disappeared, causing a commotion throughout the capital.
Feng Jin led the Royal Guards and personally searched every house in the capital. The beautiful name was that the Night Prince was taken away by the rebellious officials and thieves.
If anyone dares to harbor rebellious ministers and traitors and does not hand over Lord Ye, he will be executed immediately if found out! Suddenly, there was a panic inside and outside the capital.
Lord Ye was fine, how could he be captured by the traitors?
Will the capital be no longer peaceful from now on?
In the health center, everything is normal.
After failing to leave that night, Feng Jiuer took Feng Li back to the health center.
This place has basements and secret tunnels, and it has already escaped a search.
In the evening, the health center closed its door as usual.
When the lights come on, the quiet streets of Beijing are actually not as peaceful as they look.
On many streets, there are even armed troops patrolling.
