The black-bellied prince: the little princess of the chef

Chapter 1039

On the third day, Feng Jingchen sat on the big chair in the hall, the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter with the passage of time, with a sense of determination to win.Feng Yu was still sitting on the dragon chair reviewing the memorial, and he didn't look like he was being held hostage at all, he looked calm.

"There is still half a day left, father, can you tell me that the seventh brother can come back in time?"

Feng Yu glanced at him lightly, and said while flipping through the memorial: "The relationship between him and me is well known, whether he returns to Beijing or not doesn't seem to have much to do with me, on the contrary, you seem a little disappointed ah!"

As if his own thoughts were exposed, Feng Jingchen's face suddenly became very ugly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little sinister, and he said in a faint tone: "I just want to prove it for you, let's see how you treat him Is it worth it? Between Ye Qing and you, who will he choose!"

"What did you do to Ye Qing?" The emperor narrowed his eyes and his tone was no longer kind.

"Father, you are old and dim-sighted. Ye Qing has your guards by his side. Whoever dares to attack her is just asking for death?" Feng Jingchen was a little disdainful, she was just an ordinary woman, why were they so nervous, Even the emperor's personal guards can be sent to protect her, which is really ridiculous.

Ignoring the dissatisfaction in his words, Feng Yu heaved a sigh of relief, his stupid son's friendship with that girl Ye Qing was in his eyes, if something happened to Ye Qing, he was really afraid that Feng Jingyu would do something wrong. What an extreme thing to come.

He didn't care about the provocation in Feng Jingchen's words, his mood just fluctuated a little bit, and besides, he regained his composure.

Seeing that the time limit is getting closer and closer, and there is still no news from the people below, Feng Jingchen is a little bit impatient. If Feng Yan hadn't appeared in the palace in time, he might have made some impulsive actions things to come.

"Uncle Huang, has our plan failed?" If Feng Jingyu didn't return to Beijing, wouldn't what they are doing now be in vain?
Feng Yan raised his chin and frowned slightly. According to his understanding of Feng Jingyu, it was impossible for him not to return to Beijing. What went wrong?

Seeing that he didn't intend to speak, Feng Jingchen waved his hand and shouted: "Since that's the case, father, don't blame Erchen for being cruel." Before he could say anything, he heard footsteps coming from outside. Some rush.

With the sword still held in the air, Feng Jingchen fixed his eyes on the direction of the palace door, and when he saw the person coming, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, it seems that I came at the wrong time." Looking at the three people in the hall, Feng Jingyu seemed to feel a little thirsty, so he sat straight on the chair and took a sip of tea.

Seeing him like this, three black lines fell on everyone's foreheads. Could it be that he couldn't see what the situation was now? He was already about to kill the king. Why did he still look calm, as if he had nothing to do with him?

Feng Yu secretly said 'little bastard' in his heart, but there was a vague smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Since you know it's not the right time, why don't you hurry up? I remember saying that you don't have my permission Are you allowed to enter the palace?"

"Oh, I was so busy watching the show that I forgot about it. How about I leave now?" Feng Jingyu nodded lightly, making a gesture to stand up.

Seeing his appearance, Feng Jingchen's expression changed, and he said coldly: "Since you're here, do you still want to leave?"

"Then I don't know what the emperor wants?" Feng Jingyu leaned back in the chair, ignoring the emperor's gaze towards him.

On the other hand, Feng Yan stared at him carefully, for a moment he was a little uncertain about his thoughts, and he always felt a little strange that he suddenly appeared in front of them, but he couldn't figure out where the strange thing was.

"Why pretend to be crazy with me, do you need me to tell you all about what you have done during this time?" Feng Jingchen snorted lightly, and continued: "I didn't want to tear my skin off with you, but now I am on the verge of riding a tiger."

Feng Jingyu didn't take his words immediately, Feng Jingchen murmured in a low voice: "Actually, you really shouldn't go back to Beijing, maybe you can still have a life to follow Ye Qing wandering around the world." But since you came back today , then it is doomed not to get out of this palace gate.

Many emotions flashed in Feng Jingchen's eyes, either reluctance, harshness, hesitation, or determination, he seemed to be making a decision, a difficult one.

"Brother Huang kindly invited me, how could I not come?" Gently brushing the lid of the teacup with his fingers, Feng Jingyu said regretfully: "Why don't you let me guess what Brother Huang and Uncle Huang mean."

Before the two of them could reply, he straightly stood up, stretched out his hand to snatch the sword from Feng Jingchen's hand, and said, "You have lost too many cronies recently, whether it is the secret sentry planted in the important minister's mansion, or the The spies around me, and some local officials." The faces of Feng Yan and the two of them changed, as if they never thought that he would speak directly.

"Oh, yes, I forgot, and the General Liu who was sentenced to death just now, they are all yours."

"When did you know about us?" This was the first sentence Feng Yan said, and his face was frosty at this time.

Feng Jingyu pretended to be thinking while holding his chin, and said in a frivolous tone: "It's probably when Brother Huang returned to Beijing, or when Uncle Xiao Huang kidnapped Qing Qing, who knows?"

It was so long ago that he actually knew it all along.
"It's true that I can't escape your eyes, but so what, don't you also become the turtle in the urn now?" Feng Jingchen didn't want to listen to those right and wrong anymore, it's better to get rid of Feng Jingyu quickly, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

Apparently Feng Yan had the same idea, the two of them exchanged glances calmly, then roared towards the outside of the hall, "The Seventh Prince is carrying a weapon privately, trying to kill the king, and someone will take him down if you don't come!"

Within two seconds, there was a burst of orderly footsteps coming to my ears, accompanied by the sound of 'shushing', it should be the imperial guards guarding the safety of the palace.

In the blink of an eye, some imperial guards appeared in the hall, holding weapons and shields in their hands, knelt on the ground with a 'swipe', and the commander of the imperial guards at the head shouted: "The last general's escort came late, please forgive me, Your Majesty." Then he looked Feng Jingyu, who was holding the sword, felt a little cold.

The emperor raised his hand in response, and the imperial guards immediately stood up, but Feng Jingchen shouted in a panic: "Hurry up and take him down, be careful that the sword will hurt your majesty!"

Guessing to get rid of Feng Jingyu's stumbling block, he didn't notice anything strange in the hall.And Feng Yan finally understood why he felt something was wrong just now, Fengjing Yutang appeared in front of them arrogantly, why no one came in to report, not even the hidden guards, that can only explain
"Didn't you hear what the First Prince said? Why don't you follow suit?"

(End of this chapter)