Good Fortune Dictionary

Wang Feng said calmly, "My name is Wang Feng."

Zhu Moyu, who was standing aside, heard Wang Feng say this, and couldn't help but glance at Wang Feng in surprise.

Zhu Moyu never thought that Wang Feng would directly tell the emperor his real name. After all, this name contained not only the Wang Feng who was the "Six Disciples of Ziwei Zhenren" in front of him, but also the identity of the "former disciple of Ziwei". Towards the Three Princes" Wang Feng.But after thinking about it carefully, Wang Feng's approach is the most correct. The emperor has great power. He probably had already checked Wang Feng's life experience when Zhu Moyu explained to him that Wang Feng was willing to submit to the court. Probably, fortunately, after Wang Feng came out from Lizhou, he seldom interacted with others. Except for Zhu Moyu and Qu Wuqing, no one knew his real identity. Suspicion is more likely to cause the emperor to doubt his identity, so it would be more convenient to tell him directly.

The emperor didn't look surprised when he heard Wang Feng's name, but it's impossible to say that he didn't remember the name of the third prince of the previous dynasty. There is only one possibility, he already knew this person His name, the scene of asking his name just now was just a formality.

"Okay," the emperor clapped his hands and chuckled a few times, "Among all the people in Ziwei Palace, you are the one who knows the current affairs the most."

The corners of Wang Feng's pale mouth were still slightly raised, revealing a smile that could hardly be called a smile. He still bowed his head respectfully, and did not look at the expression on the emperor.

The memory suddenly pulled him back to a long time ago, that rainy afternoon, the dark clouds in the sky were about to sink down, the moisture in the air was so thick that it almost squeezed out the water, and there were ashes with sparks everywhere, With the only few breezes in the almost frozen air, it floated up and down in the air.

There were cries everywhere, old and young, men and women, the shrill cries mixed with the clash of clanging weapons.

At that time, Wang Feng was just a ten-year-old child, who was hidden in a small water tank in the corner by his bodyguards.

There was a small crack in the water tank, and the light came in from the small crack and sprinkled on the young Wang Feng's face, leaving a long white mark. He put his eyes on the crack You can clearly see what's going on outside.

He saw a group of strangers in armor rushing in from the gate, and the eunuchs and maidservants all knelt down and cried for mercy, but those people turned a deaf ear to these beggings and held the weapons in their hands high He lifted it up, and then slashed at the person kneeling below him, as if the shivering thing kneeling below him was not a human being, but a pig or dog that could be slaughtered.

The eunuchs and maidservants in the courtyard knew that these soldiers who were like killing tools would not soften their hearts, so begging for mercy was of no use at all, so they scattered in all directions, one of the maidservants screamed at Wang Feng Running from the direction of the water tank where he was hiding, a soldier noticed the movement here, so he stepped forward a few steps, only to hear the sound of armor clashing in the chaos, and then, the girl screamed very sadly: Ah" screamed, her thin body shook a few times in the air, she looked at the silver-white blade on her abdomen in disbelief, the soldier didn't have any expression on his face, just exerted force in his hand, Turning the knife in her hand around, and then pulling it out obliquely, the girl spun around in the air, and the warm blood spurted out from the bowl-sized hole in her abdomen, and flowed from the wall of the water tank. The gap in the blood splashed into the water tank, Wang Feng didn't have time to dodge for a while, and the blood splashed onto his eyelids.

It was strange, the blood was clearly warm, yet he felt as if someone had splashed a layer of ice water on his eyelids in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it was bitingly cold.

He opened his mouth, and the strong smell of blood was fiercely drilled into his nose. This was the first time he had come into contact with death so closely. With eyelashes sticky and bloody, he saw a man in black armor, holding an eight-foot-long spear in his hand, walking slowly towards the yard.His body was covered with bloodstains of various sizes, some of which had already dried up, clinging tightly to the armor, covering more than half of the original metallic luster of the armor; It fell down, leaving drop after drop of blood on the ground in the yard.

He walked towards the yard step by step, like a ghost who just crawled out of hell and can't walk very well.He walked to the side of the water tank where Wang Feng was, and stopped suddenly.

Children are not afraid of tigers, Wang Feng just carefully looked at the strange man through the crack, while the personal guard behind him breathed nervously and unconsciously became heavier, and his arms around Wang Feng unconsciously He tightened his grip and stretched out his hand to cover Wang Feng's mouth.

Wang Feng didn't struggle either, just obediently being protected by the guard in his arms, he opened his big eyes and carefully observed the man in front of him.

The man's expression at that time was blurred in Wang Feng's mind, but he still clearly remembered that his posture was the same as now.

If it hadn't been for reason telling him that it is still too early to act now, although it seems that there are no heavy guards here, but Wang Feng's defection is still doubtful, so there must be someone guarding here, as long as Wang Feng With the slightest move, they would immediately strike and put Wang Feng to death.

No matter what, Wang Feng is still too weak now, and now is not a good time.

He clenched his fist tightly, and his nails were deeply embedded in the flesh of his palm, but he didn't feel any pain, and the only bit of energy in his body was used to suppress the hatred in his heart.

The pair of yellow satin shoes moved in front of him, then turned around and walked back.

Then the prince who had been standing next to them suddenly turned around, bowed to Wang Feng and Zhu Moyu, and said in his shrill voice, "Master Zhu, go down and rest first." , Your Majesty has something to discuss with Mr. Chen alone."

After saying that, Wang Feng raised his head unconsciously and looked in Zhu Moyu's direction, and happened to see Zhu Moyu also looked here.

"You have to be more careful yourself and calm down." Wang Feng read this sentence from Zhu Moyu's eyes.

Wang Feng immediately lowered his eyes and did not speak.

I only heard Zhu Moyu salute to the prince and the emperor, and said: "I will leave." Then he bent down, took a few steps back, and walked out of the royal palace. study.

Wang Feng still lowered his head, making a look of extreme fear, only in this way, the emperor can believe that he is a soft bone, a puppet that the court can control, so that he can appoint him with confidence.

The emperor's voice came from ahead: "Raise your head."

Wang Feng pursed his lips, raised his head and looked directly at the man in yellow robe in front of him.

This man is indeed as he said, he has aged a lot. The wind and frost of the past ten years have been deeply buried in every groove on his face, and his eyelids have drooped slightly, covering his eyes. Most of the time, only the shocking scar on his right eyelid is still screaming hoarsely about those glorious years in the past. The man who has been fighting outside for many years is now imprisoned in this world for a long time, and his skin has become thicker. It is much whiter than before, and even reveals a little weak and sick.

Wang Feng could no longer see the shadow of the hero in the troubled times from this person's eyes. In a daze, he almost thought he recognized the wrong person.

The emperor narrowed his eyes, deepening the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes a lot. His eyes kept rubbing Wang Feng's face up and down, as if he wanted to cover his face. There was silence inside and outside the imperial study room, only a few extremely loud sounds. The sad birdsong came through the doors and windows into the house, all of which reminded Wang Feng of that afternoon full of gunpowder smoke and bloody smell.After a while, the emperor suddenly said, "You look very much like an old friend of mine."

Wang Feng's face immediately revealed a flattering look, and trembling intentionally said: "Oh? That's really... really... what an honor!"