Nagato has such a slim waist

Feng Yun's eyes were red, and anger was like a burning flame, dancing in her pupils, as if it would turn into a sharp dagger and cut open the past in Feng Jingyao's stomach...

Feng Jingyao sneered.

Seeing Feng Yun in pain, he felt a little happy.

"When she died, it was the King of Hell who wanted to take her away. What does it have to do with me?"

Feng Yun's face changed.

"Feng Jingyao——"

He gritted his teeth, but before he could do anything, an arm coldly passed in front of him.

The man's palm was like a pair of iron clamps on Feng Jingyao's throat.

It was night in the prison, and the lights were dim.

Pei Jue didn't say anything. His gloomy face seemed to be covered with the coldness of hell. His eyes were as sharp as blades. Just a glance at him was enough to make people shudder.

Feng Jingyao was forced to raise his head, his jaw was tense, and the corners of his mouth were slightly turned down, revealing a barely perceptible sneer.

Pei Cong half-closed his eyes and increased his strength little by little.

Feng Jingyao's face turned purple, but he still refused to speak.

Pei Jue loosened his grip slightly: "Do you think it will be over if you don't speak?"

Feng Jingyao smiled bitterly: "...anyway...I'm going to die. Please do as you please."

Pei Jue said coldly: "Death is different from death."

Feng Jingyao pursed his lips slightly, with an arrogant look, and glanced at him, "Come on. I have seen all kinds of tricks in my life, so it's a good opportunity to see what special skills Prince Yonghuai has."

After he said that, he glanced sideways at Feng Yun again.

"There are no cowards in the Xuzhou Feng family."

Feng Yun slowly narrowed his eyes and sneered.

In the silence, Pei Jue's voice sounded calmly.

"Mr. Feng has two legitimate sons, three illegitimate sons, five sons, and twelve grandsons... I wonder if they are all like Mr. Feng, with a strong character, not afraid of death, and even less afraid of being cut into pieces?"

Feng Jingyao's eyes changed.

As a human being, you always have weaknesses.

Even a ruthless man like Feng Jingyao has compassion for his children and grandchildren.

Feng Jingyao was furious. He took a deep breath and then shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Pei Jue, how dare you!"

Pei Jue said in a deep voice: "Don't think that I can do nothing just because they are in Taicheng. Lord Feng..."

He paused for a moment, his black eyes glowed slightly, and the murderous aura seemed to fall along with his breath, silently beating on his heart.

"I have a thousand ways to make them die a miserable death. It won't be easier than Lord Feng's death. Do you want to take a gamble?"

He spoke seriously, calmly even.

There wasn't a hint of threat in it, it was just like stating a fact.

Feng Jingyao stared at him at first.

The atmosphere was silent and stagnant.

Slowly, Feng Jingyao weakened and became deflated. He slumped on the straw pile, his back against the wall, staring at the oil lamp in front of him with empty eyes.

"Your mother... married into the Feng family, but was obsessed with Xie Xian. If she wasn't killed, not only would the truth be revealed, but she also vowed to avenge the Xie family... Twelve Niang, she was fickle and brought about her own death. Who can you blame?"

Feng Yun was startled.

The moment her mother became involved with Xie Xian, she was a little overwhelmed.

Soon, he became angry again.

"You are talking nonsense! You are about to die, and you still want to tarnish my mother's reputation. It is obvious that Feng Jingting is fickle and has an affair with Chen, but he wants to bite my mother back?"

Feng Jingyao pursed his lips slightly and glanced at her mockingly.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask your father for confirmation... If you still don't believe it, you can ask your grandparents to see if they know..."

Feng Yun snorted coldly, "My grandfather and grandmother have long passed away. Do you think that if you lie, no one will expose you?"

Feng Jingyao looked at him coldly, "The Lu family is not extinct. If you are interested, you can always find out. Before your mother married into the Feng family, she had her heart set on Xie Xian. She had no choice but to marry into the Feng family because Xie Xian had already married. Otherwise, why did your parents' conflict come about? Why did your father get drunk and stay overnight at Chen's house, resulting in Feng Ying? Also, with your mother's intelligence, why did she not ask about this matter when she knew about it? This is clearly because she is guilty. Twelve Niang, everything has its roots. Your mother's death was not unjust."

"Shameless."

Feng Yun's chest heaved with anger, and he pointed at him with his fingers shaking.

Pei Cong held her hand tightly, applied force as if to comfort her, and then released it.

"What hatred did Xie Xian have against you that you are so cruel that you not only want to execute his entire family, but also let all the Xie family soldiers be buried with him!?"

Feng Jingyao raised his eyelids and stared at Pei Cong.

After a long while, he sneered.

"You are the remnant of the Xie family who escaped from Bingzhou that year, right? Xie Qilang?"

Pei Jue's eyes were cold, he neither admitted nor denied it.

Feng Jingyao pondered for a moment and suddenly laughed.

There was a strange sense of relief in his eyes.

"Then I can be considered to have died a worthy death today. Karma comes in cycles, so no one can be blamed."

Pei He said coldly, "If cause and effect are cyclical, then what should be done with your entire family?"

Feng Jingyao felt a chill, his body stiffened slightly for a moment, and then he opened his mouth.

"I have no hatred against the Xie family, but we live in troubled times and each of us serves a different master. Everyone wants to make achievements. Prince Huairen and the former Emperor Yanping... Prince Wei Xiao Jue are enemies. Everyone knows that Prince Wei is close to the Feng family. If Prince Huairen ascends the throne, it will not be good for the Feng family." It is concise, calm and simple, but it contains the cruelest truth.

This is consistent with their previous speculation.

The sound of weapons and the smoke of war that era suddenly appeared in my mind.

"kill--"

"The entire Xie family, not a single one will be left alive."

The north wind whistled past, the horses' hooves rolled, the shouts of killing continued, and the sound of heads falling to the ground was extremely dull. It seemed to be outside the wall, in the sky, or from under the blue bricks of the prison cell, along the back of the foot, crawling up the whole body, and seeping into every pore.

It took Feng Yun a while to catch his breath. He looked at Feng Jingyao's shriveled face like an orange peel and the deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes under the dim light.

"If there is no benefit, then you have to kill people?"

Feng Jingyao looked at her, "Either they die or the Feng family will perish. Feng Shier Niang, your last name is also Feng. If I hadn't done that back then, how could you be alive today?"

A conspiracy turned the world upside down and changed the world in the blink of an eye.

A long wind blew in from the corridor of the cell, and Feng Yun suddenly felt a little cold.

It looks exactly like the cold palace that year.

And the words he said when he saw Prince Huairen in the Yuzhao Palace in the cold palace.

"Now it's the years, it used to be the years."

The unpredictable nature of life is endless.

She is a member of the Feng family. Under the twists and turns of fate, she becomes a victim like Prince Huairen and is imprisoned in the same place. All of this is due to the conspiracy of that year.

Time flies. I vaguely recall that Prince Huairen has been dead for more than ten years.

"To overthrow Prince Huairen, it didn't have to cost so many lives. How many innocent people died tragically in the Xie family army?"

Feng Jingyao did not answer.

Some people are born cruel.

Some people look like gentlemen, but have already been possessed by the devil.

The wind in the Censorate Prison is very cold.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when Feng Yun and Pei Cong came out of prison.

The two of them walked slowly along the bluestone pavement under the moonlight, neither of them speaking.

The carriage was waiting there.

The moon was hanging over the treetops behind the carriage.

The night was very quiet, as quiet as death.

Feng Yun put her hand in the crook of Pei Jue's arm.

Pei Jue glanced sideways, "Maybe what he said is true."

Feng Yun paused for a moment, "What?"

Pei Jue looked at her, then raised his head toward the sky. His dark eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

"Your mother and my father, the bond that is difficult to continue, has resulted in our destiny."
-
April 15th is the day of the underworld.

The streets and alleys outside Xuanhua Gate in Xijing were crowded with people before dawn.

The entire street was still crowded until noon, when all the Qi envoys were brought out for execution.

Ordinary people like to watch people being killed.

Those who are especially destined to die are the kings, princes and nobles who once were high and mighty.

It is the pleasure of ordinary people to watch the rich suffer and the nobles get into trouble. The exciting execution ground was crowded with people. After the charges were read out, a group of people shouted and cheered.

"Cut it, cut it."

"Beheaded!"

"That old fellow is the mastermind, Feng Jingyao from the Xuzhou Feng family. A native of Qi..."

"Long live the Great Jin! Kill these treacherous villains!"

"Look, it's about to be chopped off...ah, it's about to be chopped off!"

The onlookers were excited.

Under the executioner's sword, the people kneeled on the ground and begged for mercy, wailing and wailing in a deafening sound.

I saw the nobleman with gray hair, with his head hanging down, stiff and motionless.

"cut!"

The executioner swung his knife and chopped.

The head rolled to the ground, and then the body fell down.

Someone dragged the bodies away, leaving long trails of blood on the ground. After killing so many people, blood dripped down the steps, which was extremely creepy...

The people who collected the bodies were envoys from the State of Qi.

They watched the entire execution process, and when everyone was killed, they wrapped the bodies in straw mats, put the heads in boxes, went back to report to the King of Qi, and then handed them over to relatives along with the bodies for burial.

The sun is scorching.

The excitement died down and soon someone came to clean the execution ground.

Bucket after bucket of clean water was used to rinse it and it was washed thoroughly.

It was so clean that it seemed as if these people had never lived. (End of this chapter)