Lord of the Desert
Chapter 374 Wang Zuo
Chapter 374 Wang Zuo
Ten days later, it was April 6th.
Yunlan City, Qinzheng Palace.
Two rows of ancient pines with similar postures looked like scarred columns in the twilight.
The sunset glowed like blood, soaking into the shiny gold bricks and creating a red sea.
The palace gates were wide open.
Feng Chengyi wore a golden crown and leaned against the throne with his collar open. The wounds on his face were covered with deep scabs.
Dinner was laid out in front of the seats, with hundreds of dishes served on trays of gold, jade and gemstones, looking dim and stale against the candlelight on both sides.
Feng Mubai stepped into the palace.
He was of medium height, looked to be about fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples and a back as straight as a pine tree. He wore a green robe with wind patterns and a crane cloak.
The candle flames flickered in unison.
Feng Mubai's eyes swept coldly over the untouched dishes, the eunuchs kneeling on the ground, and finally fell on the three broken golden whips on the lacquered wooden rack at the entrance.
These whips were stained with blood and were broken off from the body of Zuo Chiheng, the leader of the Biaofeng Guard.
In the battle at Tingtao Valley ten days ago, the Biaofeng Guards lost a total of 62 men, including the seriously injured and disabled, and not even half of the princesses, beauties, maids, and eunuchs in the royal chariot survived.
If the leader of Biaofengwei was not a powerful man with the five innate levels, he would have been beheaded by now.
"Your Majesty is calling for this old minister?"
Feng Mubai raised his head and looked directly at the throne without any salute.
"Has the Minister found out everything about Tingtao Valley?"
Feng Chengyi asked, and saw the old man in the hall nodded slightly.
"What does Zhong Cheng intend to do?"
"The vanguard general of the Tianfeng Army, the three lieutenants of Shesheng, Huben, and Zhonglei, beheaded."
Feng Mubai replied.
"Twenty-seven people were dismissed and assigned to the Xianzhen Camp."
"anything else?"
Feng Chengyi suppressed his impatience and asked.
"The princess has just passed away, and court is suspended for five days; the whole city wears mourning clothes and offers three memorial services a day."
Feng Mubai answered fluently.
"Your Highness can also compose a poem to mourn. If you are unable to do so, you can ask someone to compose it on your behalf."
No one spoke in the Qinzheng Hall for a long time.
Feng Chengyi sat up straighter little by little, his eyes fixed.
"That's all?"
He spoke with gnashing teeth.
"Your Highness, do you think it's inappropriate?"
Feng Mubai asked back.
This attitude directly ignited the anger of Prince Huaiyang.
"What the hell are you talking about, old man?!"
The armrests of the throne were snapped off.
"The 100-Victory thieves are rebelling. What I want is not to hold them accountable, but to make these thieves bleed like a river!"
"You don't know how to do it, I'll teach you - the royal court sends troops, Yunlan and other Yuanci follow the army to the north, recapture Duanli, and break through Tingshan!"
"I will take Duan Tiannan's head and whip Hong Fan's corpse!"
Feng Chengyi shouted wildly.
The candles in the hall remained motionless.
"Now is not the time."
Feng Mubai just shook his head lightly.
"Your Highness may not be able to sense that changes are gradually taking place on Fengyunding. Now it has reached the most critical point. We cannot let small things disrupt the overall situation."
Feng Chengyi was stunned.
"My face was broken and bloody, the princess died tragically, and the face and dignity of the royal court were shattered. Is this just a small matter?"
He questioned through gritted teeth.
"I know that Your Highness is sad, and I will invite the Crown Prince to the palace tomorrow."
Feng Mubai said this and finally bowed slightly.
"The companionship of father and son is a comfort."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Feng, who was left in the hall, was furious and yelled and cursed, overturned the table and smashed the bowls.
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The next day.
The news spread throughout Yunlan City that the king had whipped and killed two eunuchs at night, and their screams echoed throughout half of the palace.
But Feng Mubai, who is known as "the wind that sweeps away all the enemies", is a man who always keeps his word.
At noon, the ten-year-old prince, dressed in mourning clothes, trembling with fear, went to the imperial study to pay his respects.
He spent half the night preparing for this, and he memorized the manuscript after revising it several times. But Feng Chengyi didn't have the patience to listen to his son's nonsense.
"The old man asked you to come, so you came?"
He interrupted.
"Not only the Minister, I know that my father..."
The prince was struck by the expected panic and responded immediately.
"'The son knows the father's heart', ha, what do you know in your foolish heart?"
Feng Chengyi sneered.
"You come only when he asks you to come, and you come when he asks you to come..."
"Are you hoping that I will die soon so that you can take over the throne sooner?"
My father's words are sharper than a sword.
"I don't dare!"
The prince suddenly knelt down and curled up into a ball.
"I don't dare, so it doesn't mean I don't want to?"
Feng Chengyi wielded an invisible double-edged sword, seeking release through hurting each other.
"Do you think you are a king when you wear a golden crown?"
"No shit!"
He roared loudly and threw the crown to the ground, smashing the floor tiles into pieces.
The prince's face turned pale, and then tears flowed down his face. He hurriedly crawled over to pick up the crown, then knelt down and held it on his head.
"Mother is gone, Daddy, you have to take better care of yourself!"
Feng Chengyi looked at this scene and suddenly became quiet.
He went over, grabbed the crown with one hand, held his son's shoulder with the other, and forced his buried face up.
"That mountain eats people every day, and now it costs 7,000 a month."
Feng Chengyi pointed to the north, and his voice was as powerful as thunder.
The prince trembled when he heard this, and did not dare to ask his father to be careful with his words. He just closed his eyes and cried.
"Your mother died in Tiaotao Valley, buried under the mud."
Feng Chengyi was choked for a moment.
"In the end, your father, the great King Huaiyang, was unable to avenge her."
"Tell me, what is the difference between your mother and the people who died at the foot of that mountain?"
"Anyone can be the king, but Yuanci Tianren is not one of them. Do you understand?"
He let go of her hand and tried hard to hold back his tears.
The prince kowtowed heavily, and the golden bricks under him were dripping with tears.
"Father, the Feng family's throne was established through military force. It is something that cannot be tolerated..."
The young prince spoke with maturity.
"When the old ancestor comes out of seclusion, he will definitely make the decision for my mother, and the country will be better."
he said shakily.
"Heh, was it Feng Mubai or Feng Manyun who taught you this?"
Feng Chengyi stared at his son in a trance, with contempt and disappointment.
"If the ancestor succeeds, he will naturally rebuild the country and clear the world."
"At that time, he was known as a saint for his martial arts. Who should bear the sins of the past twenty years?"
"Sins must be washed away by blood."
"You are the prince, whose blood do you think he will use?"
Feng Chengyi spoke in a whisper the words buried deep in his heart, his face distorted in despair.
The prince's whole body was limp.
When he had nowhere to hide, he saw his father leaning towards his ear and speaking with a smile.
"But being a king is better than being a prince, right?"
"What's more, he is my son's son. Don't you think so?"
Feng Chengyi finished speaking and shouted before his son could shake his head to defend himself.
"roll!"
The prince crawled out of the door.
There was only one person left in the hall.
Feng Chengyi stumbled back to the throne, held the crown in his arms, and rubbed the marks left by the smash.
"You've been dropped so many times, why don't you break?"
He muttered to himself in shock, twisting his knuckles until they turned white.
(End of this chapter)
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