After faking his death, he stopped pretending to be a substitute.

[Replaced this afternoon, don’t read it yet]

Feng Jinglan's cold, dark eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a coldness: "What do you think, second brother?"

Feng Jinghong's eyes were gloomy, and he changed the subject: "Fifth brother, I heard that the food here is poor. This time, I have brought you a lot of delicious food. You must try it."

Several maids filed in carrying trays, and the small table in front of the bed was quickly filled with food.

Chicken, duck, and fish are all meat.

"Fifth brother, this king asked the imperial chef to cook these specially for you. They are all your favorite dishes. You must appreciate my kindness." Feng Jinghong had a sick smile on his face.

Feng Jinglan's expression was indifferent, his eyes were cold and cold, and he never glanced at the food from beginning to end.

"The fifth brother doesn't want to eat, so I have to ask someone to feed you." Feng Jinghong had already expected this and said to the maid behind him on the right: "Go and feed my fifth brother."

The maidservant was shaking all over and walked over shakily and picked up the dishes.

Longmei immediately knelt down and begged: "Second Highness, Your Highness is in frail health. Your food should be light and not meaty. I beg you, please don't let Your Highness eat this."

"Noisy." Feng Jinghong frowned: "Slap her twenty times."

Longmei is still loyal to protect the Lord: "Your Highness, I beg you to let Your Highness go."

Soon someone came forward and dragged Longmei out.

Outside the door, the slaps one after another were mixed with Lun Mei's cries of pain, and Feng Jinglan's eyes were indifferent, as if he hadn't heard them at all.

The maidservant's body was shaking even more violently, and she couldn't even hold the bowls and chopsticks steady.

Feng Jinghong smiled slightly: "If you spill it, I will chop off your hand."

"Bang--" The dishes instantly shattered to the ground.

"Your Majesty, please have mercy! Your Majesty, please spare your life~" The maidservant knelt down, crying and kowtowing.

Feng Jinghong smiled nervously: "Come here, chop off her hands for me."

A guard walked in quickly, brandishing a knife.

Suddenly, a pair of white wrists were cut off completely and fell to the ground. Blood from the wounds continued to spurt out, and soon there was a pool of blood on the ground.

The maid fainted from the pain. The other maids' faces were pale, their whole bodies were shaking, their eyes were full of fear, and they were even afraid to breathe.

Feng Jinglan, who was leaning on the bed, watched expressionlessly and indifferently.

This was not the first time he had seen this kind of scene.

There were originally six maids and six eunuchs in the courtyard. Over the past three years, Feng Jinghong found various reasons to execute them, and in the end only Longmei and two eunuchs were left.

Longmei was the emperor's servant, Feng Jinghong didn't dare to kill her, the most he could do was punish her.

Feng Jinghong said with a low smile: "Take her down, don't dirty fifth brother's eyes."

The guards dragged the man away, taking away the bloody severed hands as well.

"You, go feed your fifth brother." Feng Jinghong said coldly to a maid: "If my fifth brother is unwilling to eat, I will chop off your head and make it for the tree at the entrance of the courtyard. fertilizer."

The maidservant shook her body, stepped forward tremblingly, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, please, please have a meal."

Feng Jinglan pursed his lips slightly, his face expressionless.

Feng Jinghong stepped forward and took the bowl and chopsticks from the maid's hand: "Drag her down and chop her down."

Two guards entered the house and dragged the ashen-faced maid away.

"They feed me, but fifth brother doesn't want to eat, so I have to feed him myself. Fifth brother, come on, open your mouth~" Feng Jinghong smiled sickly.

Feng Jinglan pursed her thin lips slightly, looking at him with eyes full of ridicule and coldness.

The smile on Feng Jinghong's face suddenly disappeared, and someone restrained him, holding his chin with one hand, forcing him to open his mouth, and roughly stuffing the food into his mouth.

There was a tearing pain in his throat, and Feng Jinglan coughed heartbreakingly, vomiting out all the food he had been forced to swallow.

The vomited food was mixed with blood. Feng Jinghong felt a little irritable for no reason. He gave him a complicated look and walked away.

Feng Jinglan collapsed on the bed, panting, and his face was as pale as snow.

Until Feng Jinghong's figure disappeared outside the hospital, a man in Tsing Yi appeared.

The man in green is called Qu Qingzhou, the young master of the Yama Luodian, the number one killer organization in the world. He was acquainted with Feng Jinglan when he was traveling at the age of fifteen.

Qu Qingzhou helped him sit up from the bed, took out a small white porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a red pill and handed it to him: "Jinglan, take the medicine quickly."

Feng Jinglan took the medicine and pursed his thin lips: "There shouldn't be much left, right?"

The voice was weak, as if it was being held up, as if it would be blown away by the wind the next moment.

Qu Qingzhou comforted him: "Jinglan, you don't have to worry about the medicine. I will go to Cangyue Valley to ask for it again."

"Cough~" The medicine took effect, and a stream of dirty blood poured out uncontrollably. Qu Qingzhou quickly took out a snow-white handkerchief and handed it to him.

Feng Jinglan wiped the corners of his lips and hands, and when his breathing became easier, he shook his head and said, "It will treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. There is no need to ask for help anymore."

Qu Qingzhou looked puzzled: "If you don't ask for help, what will happen to your body?"

An indifferent smile appeared on Feng Jinglan's face as pale as snow: "Our life is about to end anyway, so why bother with it."

Qu Qingzhou was silent for a moment: "Didn't Divine Doctor Cang say that as long as you take good care of yourself, you can live to your thirties."

"It's too painful to live." Feng Jinglan lowered his eyes slightly: "Like me, it's better to die than to live."

Qu Qingzhou was stung by his empty and dejected eyes: "Jing Lan, don't you want to take revenge?"

When it came to revenge, there was finally a ripple in Feng Jinglan's empty and gray eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Of course I do, but I'm just a useless person now. How can I take revenge?"

Qu Qingzhou said without thinking: "We are friends, I will help you."

An imperceptible glimmer flashed in Feng Jinglan's reserved eyes: "Let's wait until I survive the winter hunt in three days."

Qu Qingzhou was furious: "The Dog Emperor has imprisoned you here for three years and ignored you. Why did he suddenly think of asking you to participate in the winter hunting?"

Feng Jinglan's eyes suddenly turned dark: "No matter why, what awaits me is death."

"Can I not attend?"

Feng Jinglan smiled bitterly: "Am I qualified to refuse?"

Qu Qingzhou clenched his hands into fists: "I will definitely protect you."

"Qingzhou, thank you." The slightly drooped eyelashes covered the look in Feng Jinglan's eyes.

"I have now taken over the Yama Palace from Master." Qu Qingzhou took out a token from his arms and handed it to him: "This is the black Yama Order of the Yama Palace, which is equivalent to the golden Palace Master Order. With this order, All the killers in the four palaces of the Yama Palace, Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang, etc. can listen to your orders."

"I'm going to arrange manpower to prepare for the winter hunting in three days. You should have a good rest these few days, don't think too much, and keep your spirits up."

Feng Jinglan looked at his leaving back, rubbing the lines on the token, with a faint smile in his eyes.

This smile was very shallow and erratic, and disappeared as soon as the wind outside the window blew.