There was endless sadness in Emperor Zhengde's eyes.
He always knew that his sons had been staring at the dragon chair.
All your respect for him is to please him.
At present, the two sons are fighting for the throne and do not care about his life.
The eldest son he cared about most had not yet shown up.
His whole body was filled with an aura of despair, and he even gave up struggling.
At the moment, everything he does is in vain.
The pain in my body is nothing compared to the sorrow in my heart.
Despair, only despair.
"Not good!" Fengchi also heard the noise and handed the medical box to Qiu Jing who was standing aside. Then he stepped forward and left a message, "Protect the princess!"
A man went to save someone.
After receiving Fenghui's order, the archer naturally drew his bow and set the arrow without hesitation.
After all, they heard clearly what Emperor Zhengde said just now.
No matter what they do now, their master is the future monarch.
"Stop it!" Fengchi was already close within a few breaths.
Before anyone could react, they had already raised their hands and pinched Fenghui: "Who dares to move!"
All this carefully planned by Fengchi was not to kill Emperor Zhengde.
After all, there was a father-son situation, and Fengchi didn't want anything to happen to Emperor Zhengde.
Fenghui, whose neck was strangled, also stiffened: "Brother Emperor..."
He thought Fengchi had been held back, after all, the stalemate here had been going on for so long.
Even when Emperor Zhengde had one of his hands cut off, Fengchi never showed up.
But now, at the critical moment, he has arrived.
Fengze, who was holding his sword across Emperor Zhengde's neck, froze in place: "Brother, eldest brother is here, how could it be possible!"
Emperor Zhengde, who was already desperate, was still a little confused as he had not waited for the arrow.
When he opened his eyes and saw Fenghui being held, he looked up again and saw Fengchi. Emperor Zhengde suddenly came to life: "Chi'er, you are finally here!"
He has been waiting for him.
"So what, Father, just die with me today!" Fengze's brain was buzzing, this careful planning ended in failure.
He understood that he had acted too hastily.
But he won't have much chance in the future.
Therefore, this step must be taken.
"Moreover, my father also allowed Lao Wu to inherit the throne!" Fengze whispered again, his tone full of ridicule, "This is really retribution!"
He was neglected and isolated from above.
I have always hated it.
He hates his father and his brother.
I hate the concubines in the palace.
I even hate those palace maids and eunuchs.
Now, he will die together with Emperor Zhengde, and Emperor Zhengde's wish to establish Fengchi as his heir can no longer be realized.
It’s quite pleasant to think about.
Emperor Zhengde was so angry that his heart, liver, and lungs ached. He opened his mouth, but was unable to speak.
Retribution has indeed come.
"Fourth Highness, you are happy too early. Your Fifth Highness is ruthless, colluding with foreign enemies, and does not care about His Majesty's life and death. How qualified is he to inherit the throne!" Su Qianyue had also rushed over and saw Fengze looking like Emperor Zhengde.
Looking like they were dying together, they hurriedly shouted.
Fengze's hand holding the sword tightened.
The tip of the sword had already scratched Emperor Zhengde's neck.
He had broken a hand and was bleeding continuously, so he was a little numb.
When he heard Su Qianyue's words, his face darkened: "What did you say?"
He actually didn't like Su Qianyue, because Su Qianyue's existence made Fengchi no longer obey his words.
Even this time, Fengchi came so late.
Su Qianyue concealed all her emotions and tried to calm herself: "The Fifth Highness has no power or soldiers, so why did he bring so many people to besiege Dali Temple? Moreover, he also besieged Prince Sheng's Mansion and Grand Master's Mansion before."
This sentence put Fenghui and Fengze in the same situation.
Although one is forcing a woman to have a baby, the other is here to save others.
But in the end, the purpose is the same.
Even Feng Hui had murderous intentions.
Fengze was a little unwilling: "Why, why! They are all the same princes, why is the eldest brother always the best? In the heart of the father, he is the best son, in the hearts of the people, he is the most kind prince, in the hearts of all the people, he is the best.
He is the bravest prince in the official's heart, and the strongest god of war in the eyes of the world, why should he!"
"This is what he earned through his hard work." Su Qianyue sneered, "Your Highness is unkind, unjust, unfaithful and unfilial, yet he still seeks fame and fortune. It's really ridiculous!"
While talking, Su Qianyue took out a sleeve arrow from the space through her sleeve. The arrow body was tempered with anesthetic. The dose was so high that if it got on it, it would cause it to fall to the ground.