The stuntman's acting skills exploded and Mr. Song capsized in the gutter.

[Don’t read this chapter yet! ! ! The author is not feeling well today, so I will replace it with another article first, and then replace it tomorrow morning! 】

In the winter of the 25th year of the Great Feng Chengqi's reign, the cold was rampant.

Xishan Villa on the outskirts of Beijing.

A few dead branches in the courtyard were swayed by the cold wind.

The cold wind howled, making people shiver.

I don't know whether it was because there was too much wind outside the window or because it was too cold. The person lying on the bed in the room slowly opened his eyes.

He stood up with difficulty, leaned against the bedside, and pulled the quilt over him to resist the lonely cold outside the window.

The man's complexion was like jade, his eyebrows were delicate, and his hair was scattered behind him like ink, which made his face even whiter and as transparent as snow.

The lip color is not the bright red of a healthy person, but pale.

Bloodless pale.

The look between his brows showed the weariness of being in bed for a long time.

Perhaps he was feeling unwell, his brows were furrowed and his bloodless thin lips were pressed into a thin line.

His eyes were as clear as cold stars on a dark night, with a heavy sense of desolation.

It looked like a weak crown, but those empty and desolate eyes looked like a dying old man.

He is none other than Feng Jinglan, the prince of the Great Feng Dynasty.

No, it should be said that he is the deposed prince now.

As the legitimate son of the empress and the fifth son of the current emperor of Da Feng, her mother was born in the Li family, a family of military generals who had made great military exploits for Da Feng.

As soon as she entered the palace, she was canonized as a queen and was favored by the emperor.

He was canonized as a prince from birth.

After turning one year old, he was often carried in and out of the Qinzheng Hall by the emperor.

Let him pick up the jade seal and play with it as he pleases.

His favor can be said to be unmatched by any prince or princess in the palace.

however--

The prince, who had been favored since childhood and would inherit the throne in the future, united with the general's office to plot rebellion three years ago.

The general's mansion was raided and executed, and the queen hanged herself in the cold palace.

The prince who once had the favor of thousands of people was sent to prison and tortured for three months.

In the end, the emperor thought of his family ties and did not execute him. He only abolished his position as prince and imprisoned him in the Xishan Villa.

Three years ago, when Feng Jinglan, who was only 20 years old, was carried out of the imperial prison, his legs were broken and his tendons were severed. Not only was he completely disabled, but he also suffered from all kinds of diseases.

According to the imperial doctor, he would not live past his thirties.

After that, his temperament changed drastically.

Became paranoid, violent, and unpredictable.

He is no longer as gentle as before.

"Ahem." Feng Jinglan covered his mouth and coughed.

It started as a light cough, and then turned into a heartbreaking cough.

The coughing finally stopped, but a trace of black and red blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his lips, like a red plum blooming in the snow.

He shuddered in pain, and his empty and desolate eyes finally regained their luster, revealing a hint of pain.

"Your Highness." The closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A woman dressed as a maid came in.

She is the maid sent by the emperor to take care of her - Longmei.

Longmei hurried forward with a medicine bowl in hand.

Seeing the blood on the corners of his lips, she placed the medicine bowl neatly on the small table in front of the bed, her voice trembling: "Your Highness, why are you coughing up blood again?"

He took out his snow-white handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from the corners of Feng Jinglan's lips and fingertips. Then he picked up the medicine bowl and said, "Your Highness, it's time for you to drink medicine."

"Take it away, don't drink!" Feng Jinglan coughed violently again: "Ahem~"

"Your Highness, please drink the medicine, so that your illness will be cured." Longmei persuaded softly.

Feng Jinglan's dark and cold eyes were filled with gloom: "I told you to move away, didn't you hear me?"

He raised his pale hand with visible cyan veins and flicked it hard.

With a "clang" sound, the medicine bowl was knocked to the ground.

Long Mei knelt down quickly: "Your Highness, please calm down, your health is important!"

"Hey, fifth brother, what's going on?"

The door of the house was pushed open from the outside again, and a man walked in.

Seeing the person coming, Feng Jinglan narrowed his eyes slightly and his face suddenly turned cold.

"This slave has met His Highness the Second Highness."

After Longmei saluted the man, she knelt down, picked up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and stepped aside.

The visitor was the second prince Feng Jinghong, who was shrouded in a black cloak.

Feng Jinghong slowly walked to the bed, looked at Feng Jinglan with his narrow eyes, and said with a half-smile, "Fifth brother, I am here to see you."

After being imprisoned in Xishan Villa for three years, Feng Jinghong appeared most often.

Every time Feng Jinghong came, it was just to humiliate him.

"Get out!" Feng Jinglan spat out one word softly, his tone was cold, and his weak voice was as cold as frost in winter.

"Feng Jinglan." Feng Jinghong stretched out his slender fingers and pinched his chin hard.

Feng Jinglan's brows frowned for a moment, and he was forced to raise his head, his pale and gorgeous face showing obvious disgust.

His eyes became darker and colder, and his eyes were full of anger: "Let go!"

"It's been three years and you still look so condescending."

Feng Jinghong narrowed his eyes, his expression was cold, and his hands became harder and harder: "Do you think you are still the noble prince? Now you are just a useless person who can be rounded and squashed by me."

A trace of pain appeared on Feng Jinglan's pale face, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead showed the fact that he was trying his best to endure it.

Feng Jinghong raised the corners of his lips proudly: "What, does it hurt?"

What he responded to was a deep sting on his hand.

Feng Jinglan opened his mouth and bit his hand with all his strength. Even though the smell of blood spread in his mouth, he did not let go.

Looking at that posture, I wish I could tear off a piece of flesh from the hand in my mouth.

Feng Jinghong felt pain and pushed hard.

Feng Jinglan's back hit the head of the bed unexpectedly, and he let out a heavy groan.

"Your Highness~" Longmei's expression was full of worry.

Feng Jinglan frowned, raised his hand to wipe away the scarlet red on his lips with the cold back of his hand, and raised his head slowly.

His eyebrows were calm, but he couldn't stop the ferocity in his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Feng Jinghong, his tone full of mockery: "Second brother, you are still so childish."

The face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the blood stains remaining at the corners of the mouth gave the picturesque face a frail beauty.

Morbid yet gorgeous.

It even gives rise to an urge to abuse.

Feng Jinghong stared at his face, a brief absence of concentration flashed in his eyes.

"This face is really pretty."

Feng Jinghong suddenly stepped forward, his hand subconsciously touched his cheek, and his thumb gently wiped away the remaining red marks on the corners of his lips. A trace of madness flashed in his eyes: "I really want to ruin your face."

The disgust on Feng Jinglan's face had reached the extreme, but he didn't have the strength to raise his hand and slap away the disgusting hand.

Strong hatred, unwillingness, and forbearance flashed through my heart, and finally calmed down.

"Why are you here today?"

Feng Jinghong looked dazed for a while, then stood up suddenly and took a few steps back.

"Winter hunting begins in three days. It happens to be at the Xishan hunting ground. Father, please be kind enough to allow you to participate."

Feng Jinghong looked at him with a smile, and after a while he said again: "Fifth brother, I have been imprisoned in the other courtyard for three years. Now I finally have the opportunity to step out of the other courtyard. Aren't you very happy?"