He looked at Feng Wu with rare admiration: "This time my vision is not bad."
"It's not bad. Isn't that what dad thinks? The rest of the people are all mud and can't hold up the wall. Do we have any other choice?" Feng Wu didn't want to take Dongfang Zhi's trick and gave him a slap in the face and a date.
"By the way, what did they say in Southern Xinjiang?" It was rare that a serious problem was solved, even though this person was in the plan of the dog man.
But Feng Wu didn't believe that he had the ability to know that the current Jinyi was not Jinyi.
"What else can we do? He is Su Wan's son. We rush to assassinate him in front of the emperor. So what if he is his biological son?
Besides, now that something like this has happened, do you think the Emperor will not be upset?"
That's right, even though your wife has done something wrong, but she doesn't wear a hat on herself, she is still your wife.
But now, his own son wants to assassinate him in front of all the civil and military officials, and his own son's wife doesn't know why.
Even if he doesn't wear a hat for himself, it doesn't matter anymore. The son born to this wife doesn't matter anymore.
The matter in southern Xinjiang was settled, and they didn't have the guts to let it go. Compared with an unimportant son and an unimportant country, the latter was naturally more important.
"So what's going on with Feng Chuyi now?" Feng Wu thought of the last news he got the day before yesterday.
"Knelt in front of the emperor, passed out, and was carried directly back to the prince's palace." Dongfang Zhi naturally would not take this poisonous snake hiding in the dark lightly.
Feng Wu frowned: "Shouldn't he try to reduce his presence as much as possible at this time? At this time, he has to increase his presence."
"What could it be? Something happened to his brother, mother, and concubine. If he shrinks back, what will those ministers think of him?"
They will only think that he is an incompetent and cowardly person, let alone one who can shoulder the great responsibilities of the world.
"Just keep an eye on it, I always think his behavior is a bit strange." How could Feng Chuyi give up her ambitions just for these things.
The Second Prince's Mansion.
Qing Gui looked at Feng Chuyi who had fallen into a coma, his face always gloomy, and the red printed white robe beside his eyes looked eerie and terrifying.
The eyes without a trace of waves were now shrouded like black mist.
Feng Chuyi thought she had controlled him and made him work for her, but little did she know that he was the one taking advantage of her.
Looking at the pale man, a hint of gloom flashed in Qinggui's eyes. This prince would be his last resort to achieve his goal.
Wanting to show off, he stepped forward, cut his hand, and let the blood drip from his hand into his mouth.
Looking at such a weird scene, the black fog in Qinggui's eyes dissipated and he became more crazy.
Drink, the more you drink, the better you will be in control in the end. He looked at Feng Chuyi with cold and horrifying eyes, as if he was a piece of meat on a sticky board for him to slaughter.
Even at this moment, she was looking at him with contempt, and finally, she threw her hand away without mercy.
"I didn't expect that I would see so many interesting scenes when I came here." Jin Yi's eyes were burning, and he seemed to have a clearer idea of the future direction.
"It seems that the world is almost settled."
Jin Yi's eyes flashed with deep hatred and murderous intent: "There is Qin Ziyue in the northern country."
These three words were said with gritted teeth. I wanted to drink his blood, peel off his skin, twitch his tendons, and then cut him into pieces.
Then he continued: "There is Feng Qiming in Fengguo."
Then he looked at the person behind him with encouraging eyes: "I am in southern Xinjiang."