Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

Chu Rui turned around, bowed his hands, and changed into the face of an ignorant boy in the past, without any trace of the previous gloom around him.

After hearing this, he stood in a daze in the night, the sky at this moment, the moonlight was like silver, clear and bright.However, there was still frost in the gloomy darkness, and in the end, even a ray of warm light could not be seen.

He lived in the Moonlight Pavilion for ten days, heard girls singing, saw lowly slaves drinking with him, and personally got drunk on the singing stage and played the piano with Chu Rui, but after all, he wasted ten days without laughing. Also difficult to sleep.

He stood alone in front of the window lattice and looked at the crescent moon in mid-air, drinking alone under the moonlight, and his shadow was inseparable from each other.

The lost shadow is himself.

He didn't know that, ten days later, when he finally stepped out of the Moon Moon Hall, the first thing he heard was that his father was pushed to the Meridian Gate at [-]:[-] noon yesterday and beheaded for public display.And he couldn't even do the trivial thing of organizing the funeral for his father.

The past was like smoke and mist, and the sorrow that the stratus clouds fell to was like broken quicksand that rose and swirled again, waiting for the trailing wind to fall on the bloody execution platform, on the billowing slush, on the forest. hell gate.

He knew that when this period of history was overwritten with a pen in the annals of history, no matter what the person was in life, he would be infamous through the ages under the drive of the kingship, and after that, he would end up in a situation that no one cares about, no one mentions, and nothing but hate. end.

These cold winds, frost and snow that have been tempered with blood follow him step by step, and will follow him every step of the way, even if he can't see it or touch it.

Jin Bo's reunion and separation are hard to hide.

He walked tremblingly out of the vermilion corridor along the glorious Meridian Gate and the bloodstains left by his father's tragic death at the hands of the executioner.

Cold, even bitterly cold.

Along the way, the heavily guarded officers and soldiers never showed up.

He lowered his head and sneered, mocking himself and said: Look here, the palace is full of cannibalism; you are unarmed, without the title of the prime minister's only son, you are insignificant, you can't avenge the murder of your father, and you can't avenge June Feixue ,who are you?You are nothing.

What use is there for him... The country he guarded wholeheartedly, the monarch whom his father refused to abandon until his death, are all scattered and in chaos.

He supported the palace wall and continued to walk. Every time he took a step, he knew exactly how long Chu Rui's minions had reached into the palace.He now knew that as long as he hadn't entered the depths of the royal power, Chu Rui could cover the sky with one hand and steal the sky for the sun.

That being the case, why didn't Chu Rui save his father?

Chu Rui knew about this all along, so he forced him to stay for ten days.

During those ten days, he was like a powerful courtier who was singing and singing every night, dreaming and dreaming, forgetting the life and death of his father and the life and death of the Fu clan...

"Father...the child is unworthy." He knelt heavily under the Zhu You tree where few people came nowadays, and watched quietly for three hours.

Rumor has it that the luxuriant Zhu Youshu is rooted in the bodies of Ji Guo's sages, and it is able to show the rise and fall of a country by absorbing souls and psychics.Naturally, there are also people who say that the demon tree on top of the head is the head of the ignorant Guizhou, and the root should be cut off with an axe, so as to avoid future troubles forever.

He didn't know the purpose of the predecessors planting the tree, he just thought it was a temporary residence for Ji Guo's dead souls.

All he wanted to know was whether his father's ghost would be here.

His father was beheaded for public display, but his body was not cold yet kept secret.King Jining took it for granted, and easily deprived him of the final right to pay homage to the dead souls of the Fu clan.

On this day, the rare morning sun was rising, and the bright light dazzled his eyes, making it difficult for people who have lived in the dark for a long time to adapt.

He stood up from the snow and touched his heart. It turned out that his joys and sorrows never belonged to him alone.What he was carrying was the long-cherished wish of his father and the resentment of innocent clan relatives.

But the road ahead is bleak——

He took off the unsightly seal, the prime minister's mansion, the owner has passed away, only old things remain.

Standing high in the cold Xiaofeng Pavilion overlooking the snow lake, he used his eyes to describe the prosperous and extraordinary scene of the Fu clan in the past.

Here, there was his father's perseverance and persistence, and his innate arrogance and ambition also grew.In order to preserve the blood of the Fu Clan, he lingered on his last breath——he couldn't say the reason for such excuses.

Since they exist together, they can also perish together. The word "rise and fall" has always been a benevolent see benevolence, a wise see wisdom.

The Fu Clan's Ancestral Hall is very quiet, there is not half a Fu Clan tablet, and there are no extra detailed eyes and ears.

He looked at the futon that had been trampled unsightly. A few days ago, he still knelt here, praying to his ancestors and ancestors for Ji Guoxiang and peace.Unexpectedly, the fleeting wish would become an eternity without any manifestation.

He couldn't help but smile when he thought about this, as he acquiesced in the unforeseen bleakness of the world.

He lit a stick of incense in front of the empty spiritual altar, knelt down and bowed his hands until the sound of chaotic footsteps approached him step by step.

Cui Fu came.The imperial guards who surrounded him were three feet away.

Cui Fu was borrowed by King Jining to build momentum.Such a shrewd and resourceful old fox would not fail to sit back and wait for rabbits.

If King Jining wanted to get rid of the Fu family, he would definitely not leave any hidden dangers behind.Perhaps he is nothing to be afraid of as a scholar, but he cannot guarantee the regrowth of weeds.

Cui Fu's eyes were deep-set and restrained.People who have been ups and downs in the palace for decades have already become sophisticated.

Cui Fu pushed away the cold knife on his neck, still twiddling his fingers and smiling.

Cui Fu said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, Mr. Fu is doing well!"

He knew that before the "several days" in Cui Fu's mouth, it was the day when he ridiculed his villain's success and fooled the king at the noble banquet.

Cui Fu has always been a man who always seeks revenge, and if others hurt him, he will try to repay him in the future.

Fu Liang's complexion did not change, he remained calm as usual.

"Thanks to Eunuch Cui for remembering. Thanks to you, Fumou slept peacefully in those days. Come to think of it, Eunuch has been unable to eat these days, and he has had trouble sleeping and eating!" He looked sideways at Cui Fu, who was greasy and powdered, with sharp eyes .

Cui Fu shook his pale hands, looking at the face of the frail man in front of him, wishing he could goug out his eyes with his own hands.

Cui Fu stared at his sneer, but finally moved his eyes to his face.

Cui Fu thought in his heart: "The eyes of this hope have a rippling light, the hair is white and white, and the teeth are as white as jade when viewed up close. There are few people who are outstanding. It's better..."

Cui Fu suddenly put away the hatred on his face, and the corner of his mouth pulled a smile that he thought he was kind, but there was a meaningful malice in the smile.

"Master Fu, it seems that our family has neglected you too much."

"Our family knows that Mr. Fu has always respected filial piety. Why don't we make a decision for you privately and let you take away your father's body so that you can wear filial piety in front of the deceased father's grave. How about it?"

Cui Fu suddenly approached, bent over, and smiled incomprehensibly, "As long as Mr. Fu is willing to pretend to be a woman to dance for the new king at the state banquet five days later, everything is negotiable. But if you refuse, The prime minister’s body will be hung on the wall of Weihe City today, until it festers and rots, and cannot be reincarnated!”

Cui Fu pursed the corners of his chapped lips and laughed.

Hearing this, he raised his head in surprise, and just looked at Cui Fu without joy or anger, like looking at a disgusting pool of latrine mud.

Is it the new king?

He couldn't help laughing mockingly.

"Eunuch Cui is really good at tricks." His heart was being stabbed into pieces by Cui Fu's words. However, even if he wanted to struggle and escape, it was impossible.

Holding the burnt incense stick, he stood up heavily.

A gentleman has a saying: It is better to be broken jade than to be whole.However, if the current him can't even preserve the slightest bit of filial piety, what's the use of self-esteem?He couldn't just watch his father pass away in a state of uneasiness and misery.

"it is good……"

"I promise."

A word landed.

At this moment, he saw Cui Fu and the imperial army looking at each other and smiling.They are all satisfied with humiliating dignitaries.

It turns out that all causes and effects are still definite.