From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 12 Bloody Night

Feng Yiran nodded: "If you don't want to call, don't call. The prince's elder brother is a noble man, so of course he must be courteous. We don't have so many rules, so naturally we don't need to meet outsiders."

"Fourth brother, it's easy to talk about the two of us seeing each other. What's the matter with bringing her?"

"If you don't take it, don't take it!" The meat rabbit pouted, I miss you!
Feng Yiran rubbed the rabbit's head, her dark eyes fell down, with a bit of doting: "Your fifth brother is joking with you, sooner or later, we are a family."

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks and added a piece of smoked chicken shreds to her: "Try this."

"This is a dish only available at the imperial banquet, you are so lucky, little one!" Feng Yuran exclaimed from the side.

The meat rabbit swallowed the shredded chicken and smacked its lips, the taste was not bad.

"Is it delicious?" Under the sunlight, there was a warm smile on Ruyu's face, the Fourth Highness was extremely elegant from head to toe, and even every movement, a figure like gold inlaid with jade.

The meaty rabbit nodded in a destructive manner, and pointed at the big fish sticks with its meaty paws: "Fourth brother, Xiaoxiao still wants that!"

There were obviously two serving father-in-laws standing around, but Feng Yiran still did it herself, picked up the fish sticks and put them into the tender rabbit's bowl, while the two father-in-laws stood behind as the background as if they hadn't seen anything. Move once in a while to wipe the oily mouth of the tender rabbit.

"Why doesn't the fourth brother ask the prince to eat with him?"

Feng Yiran turned her head to look at the hand holding the chopsticks, and smiled faintly: "Does Xiaoxiao like the prince brother more?"

The meat rabbit tilted his head and thought for a long time, and said seriously: "I just think that the prince will be lonely when he eats by himself?"

"Brother Prince will be the emperor in the future. He is the son of our Western Jin Dynasty. For the country and the people, he must devote himself to his studies. Naturally, he will not have time to eat with us. Xiao Xiao, don't bother Brother Prince if you are fine. Brother Ritaizi carried you into the Imperial College, and was reprimanded by the emperor when he returned, do you know?"

The meat rabbit nodded half-understood, with a bit of self-blame on his small face: "Then I won't play with the prince's brother, is it true that the emperor will not talk about the prince's brother if he lives forever?"

Feng Yiran nodded: "That's natural, don't bother the prince's brother anymore, you know? If you are bored, come and find the fourth brother, and the fourth brother will play with you."

The meat rabbit grinned, nodded, and ate the meat in one go.

Feng Yiran couldn't help smiling, and rubbed her hairy head.

The spring breeze was soft and the flowers were fragrant. The three of them were talking and laughing in the gazebo. Feng Junran, who was out to do errands in the afternoon, passed by and heard the giggling of the tender rabbit.

The slender eyes flickered slightly for a moment, and after pushing away the obtrusive leaves, the bright eyes shone on the back garden. In the gazebo, the figures of the three people were blurred, but the voices came through very clearly, men and women, giggling I'm so happy.

"Your Highness, the Emperor is still waiting for you in the study!" Wei Youting suggested carefully, and sure enough, Feng Junran looked away and walked out expressionlessly.

In the afternoon of that day, the crown prince took the emperor's order and transferred the forbidden army in the capital to arrest the generals of Fuguo, Dingyuan, Jiangxi Yandao, Huainan governor, etc. Anyone who disobeyed would be killed without mercy!

In the mansion of the Great General Dingyuan, Feng Junran stood with his hands behind his back. The eyes under his heroic eyebrows were slender, with a cold light, and the four golden dragons on the bright yellow prince's robe stretched their teeth and danced their claws, as if they were about to come out through the clouds immediately. In the courtyard, There were several corpses of rebels lying here and there, with a strong smell of blood coming out, not only the imperial guards, but even Feng Junran had no expression, as if what lay in the yard were not corpses, but a few rocks.

He swept around coldly, and in the corridor, the imperial army dragged out the heavily bound General Dingyuan, and threw him directly at Feng Junran's feet.

"Prince, you are also falsely calling yourself a prince, Second Highness, you are really wronged!" When General Ding Yuan was dying, he still howled and struggled, staring into Feng Junran's eyes, as if he was looking at killing his father and enemy.

"This palace has an imperial decree."

"Your majesty, you have been blinded by this wolf cub. Your majesty, I want to see you! I beg your majesty to investigate clearly, and return your Highness's innocence!" General Dingyuan was still howling, but Feng Junran suddenly hooked the corner of his mouth, He lowered his head and stared at General Dingyuan, his pupils were pitch-black, without waves, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"what ever."

The roar suddenly stopped, General Dingyuan was stunned, and looked up at the prince fixedly, seeing his handsome face as plain as water, he raised his neck indifferently, with a cold smile on his face, but his eyes were not smiling, cold It was pitch black, like a haughty and bloodthirsty wolf that shuttled through the snowfields of the northern country in the dark night, a ferocious beast that could make any prey he set his eyes on stop breathing.

With just one glance, the brave general's legs went limp, and he couldn't help but fell down on the ground with a dejected expression, without the courage to shout anymore.

Feng Junran raised his hand and patted his cuffs, his voice was still cold: "Don't think that the father is so dazed by family affection that he doesn't know the little tricks you are doing underneath. Since you are a general who commands the entire army, why don't you use your brains?" Think about it, why is it not Dali Temple that came to arrest you, but Bengong!"

With just this one sentence, the slumped man was completely lifeless. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly laughed three times: "Okay, you really deserve to be the prince who is favored by the empress dowager, but you don't want to be a prince from the empress dowager." Here, my minister, ask me a word!"

As he said that, he turned around abruptly, and bumped his head against the doorpost. Immediately, the blood stained the Zhumen, and the ground was bright red.

"Your Highness!"

The prince's guards rushed over quickly, blocking even a little bit of blood for him.

"Your Highness, if a person is dead, isn't it impossible to interrogate him?" the commander of the forbidden army couldn't help asking.

Feng Junran waved his hand, with a helpless expression on his face: "How could I know that he would be so strong? You just go back and tell the truth. This person must feel sorry for the emperor and die in fear of crime."

"Besides..." The indifferent person suddenly changed the subject: "Without General Dingyuan, wouldn't there be General Fuguo and Governor of Huainan?"

The commander of the Forbidden Army was moved in his heart, and he answered yes cautiously, and ordered people to ransack the house afterwards.

On the second night, Dali Temple handed over the list of 150 six sinners neatly to Fengjiang, which listed in great detail the crimes committed by all the people. They are all listed clearly.

Feng Jiang was furious when he saw it, and ordered all felons to be wiped out of the nine clans, and the rest will be sent to the border, and the female family members will be stripped of their household registration and served as army prostitutes.

At Caishikou in the south of the city, beheaders lined up in a long line, and the ground was stained with blood.

Chang'an ushered in another bloody night.

In the residence of the Duke of the Protectorate, the old lady was chanting sutras while twisting Buddhist beads, cigarettes were curling up, and Buddhist scriptures continued.

In the Palace of the Fourth Highness, Feng Yiran frowned as she looked at the secret letter in her hand.

(End of this chapter)