Po Tian Xie Zun

The majestic and majestic palace stands silently in the south of the imperial city. The patrolling soldiers are dressed in armor and are mighty. The Mingxuan Hall in the depths of the palace is flickering with lights. Eight tall soldiers are holding swords or carrying long bows, looking like sculptures. The guard outside the door without squinting.

"Father, did we make a mistake? The Prince Zhan's Mansion has not been moved so far, and the Prime Minister's Mansion is also calm. It is said that Feng Xingtian entered a new house not long ago. Do you think he will use Xie Wuya to win over the evil minister?"

In the imperial study room, which was illuminated by the night pearl as bright as day, there was a tall and handsome man dressed in a blue brocade robe and a golden crown with an anxious face on his face. There is also a man in white clothes who looks ethereal and ethereal sitting on the right side of the hall.

"Shut up, give me some patience, how will you rule the world in the future if you are so frizzy?"

The Fenghuang, who is in his forties, is well maintained. He looks only in his thirties, and he is still handsome. But for some reason, there is a trace of fatigue and impatience in his brows, and his eyes are wide open. Filled with palpable anger.

"I... am, Royal Father!"

Knowing that he had angered his father again, Prince Feng Xingyu lowered his head unwillingly, his eyes were full of cruelty, and his hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists.

"The emperor calm down, the prince is still young, the emperor has just entered the age of forty, there is still time to teach the prince slowly, why rush for a while?"

The ethereal man sitting at the side slowly put down his teacup, and inserted into their conversation at the right time. A few simple words, seemingly ordinary, actually killed two birds with one stone. Not only did they appease Fenghuang, but they also sold their favor to the prince.

"Hey... Li'er, you are still calm enough. If I can raise children half as well as you, I will be satisfied."

Feng Huang glared fiercely at Prince Feng Xingyu, and when he turned to Duanmuli, there was a rare kindness and kindness in his eyes.

"The emperor has praised me, but it's nothing to do with me. If I were in the position of the prince, I'm afraid I'm not even half as good as him."

Duanmuli bowed his hands politely, neither intentionally flattering nor offending, never losing to Feng Xingtian's stunning face with a calm smile all the time.

"You, everything is fine, but you are too modest, Li'er, what do you think about Xing Tian?"

Fenghuang just likes his temperament, so he also trusts him very much. When the topic changed, he turned to the serious business. A marriage is the right thing to do. He was secretly happy when he saw his servant holding a rooster and worshiping Xie Wuya, thinking that even if he married Xie Wuya by force, after entering the bridal chamber and discovering his true gender, he was secretly happy. He should have retired the engagement immediately, but he didn't want to... He was also a little uncertain about what Feng Xingtian was thinking.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, I think I have seen many people in my life, and I have a very thorough understanding of human nature, but King Zhan is the only man I can't see clearly. A layer of mist, this wedding is also the same, I personally conveyed the imperial decree, until he married Xie Wuya, I didn't see what he meant."

Duanmuli said it lightly, but both Fenghuang and the prince knew that his heart should be heavier than theirs. For him who is known as the most intelligent person in the world, he couldn't see the other party clearly and guess the other party's next move. , This is definitely a fatal blow.

"Then what should we do next? We can't just sit and watch him draw evil looks?"

After a long time, Prince Feng Xingyu asked cautiously, Feng Xingtian was a thorn in his side, and if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace.

"Shut up, the evil prime minister is the prime minister of my Ziziling Kingdom, not the prime minister of the Zhanwang Mansion. Prince, please remember this firmly. It's late at night, you should step back."

Seeing him mentioning evil appearances over and over again, Feng Huang angrily shouted him back, if it wasn't for his stupidity of punishing Tian Feng Xing and raising two sons with Feng Xing at his knees, he would have abolished him long ago.

"Father..."

"Get out!"

Feng Xingyu refused to accept, but was reprimanded by Feng Huang again, had to bow his hands and leave Mingxuan Palace, the hatred for Feng Xingtian in his heart deepened by three points, if it wasn't for him, how could Father Huang treat him like this?

"Li'er, do you think raising children can support Ziling Kingdom after a hundred years?"

After watching the prince leave, Fenghuang asked wearily, how unfair was God to him, and gave him the supreme status, but only allowed him to have two sons, but one was the reincarnation of a monster, and the other was a fool. How can he face his ancestors a hundred years later?

"If your majesty wants to hear the truth, the crown prince's natural aptitude is blunt, and his cultivation talent is average. He may not be able to provoke the leader in the future. On the contrary, he is a war king, shrewd and wise, and he has made every strategy.

"Stop talking, you can also retreat."

Fenghuang usually likes Duanmuli's telling the truth the most, but at this time he didn't give him a chance to finish speaking. He was tired of listening to the memorials of abolishing the crown prince and changing the establishment of the king of war almost without interruption. He knew better than anyone else that Feng Xingtian was definitely more suitable to lead the country than Feng Xingyu, but... "Let's resign!"

Glancing at him lightly, Duanmuli stood up lightly and saluted, and when he turned around, an imperceptible sarcasm slipped across his eyes, and the speed was so fast that he returned to his usual elegant and ethereal appearance in the next second.

After they all left, Feng Huang sat upright slowly, the tiredness and impatience just now were not visible between his brows, a pair of deep and dark pupils exuded a strong hostility, his hands tightly grasped the armrest of the dragon chair, his thin lips Press into a straight line.

"Concubine Ling, are you satisfied now? Your son is no longer that fragile little baby. His existence is enough to overthrow the entire Ziling Dynasty. As long as he is willing, he can launch a mutiny at any time and replace me! I absolutely I won't let him do what he wants, one day, I will kill him with my own hands!"

The oath of ruthless killing slowly echoed in the empty imperial study room. The eunuchs and maids serving at the side shrank their shoulders and lowered their heads silently. The hidden dark side of the emperor appeared, and someone else was about to suffer.

"Come on, go to Prince Zhan's mansion early tomorrow morning to send a message, and ask King Zhan to take the concubine to the palace to greet the queen mother!"

"Yes!"

After a while, Feng Huang stood up and walked towards the inner hall. The chief eunuch led the young eunuchs to respectfully follow, and faintly came Feng Huang's oral order, no matter which way you think about the oral order of not summoning the King of War into the palace for three years. It's all weird, but no one dares to question it. From ancient times to the present, the matter of the emperor and his son is by no means something that eunuchs like them can question and discuss casually. It's a pity that Zhan Wang will suffer again.