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

Chapter 1041 The Best Destination 1
The uneasiness in Feng Yan's heart became more and more intense. He was no longer as calm as before, and he couldn't help clenching the hand hanging by his side. Perhaps it was because of excessive force that the veins on the back of the hand were exposed.

Didn't understand what Feng Jingyu meant by 'not too late', everyone cast their gazes at him, wanting to hear what his 'not too late' meant.

When they were about to wear down all their patience, Feng Jingyu raised his hand and caressed the corner of his mouth, and said with a low voice: "Little Huangshu has always been impeccable in everything he does, and he hides it too deeply. Even at the beginning, I fell for you." My way, I was deceived by your gentleness and aloofness. But since some things have happened, they will definitely leave traces, just like the wind blowing across the surface of a lake can cause waves of ripples."

"And then?" Feng Yan asked with raised eyebrows.

"You shouldn't provoke my Qingqing, otherwise I won't suspect you, and I won't plant a spy by your side to know about the dirty things between you two." Mentioning Ye Qing, Feng Jingyu's breath became cold, as if It is like freezing the air, cold into the heart.

Feng Yan glanced at him, and said with a faint smile: "Since that's the case, then why did you only expose the matter between us now? Don't you want to reap the benefits of being a fisherman?"

"I just want to see what you can do. Now it seems that I think highly of you." They can do things like kidnap the emperor, can they be more urgent?

As for Feng Jingchen, it is not too late to know these things, it is still too late to disarm and surrender.

The emperor sitting on the high seat received Feng Jingyu's eyes, nodded understandingly, cleared his throat and said, "Jing Chen, there is still time for everything, the sea of ​​bitterness is boundless and the shore is right."

"Heh, how can I go back now? I was the one who wanted to kill the king just now, can you spare me? Now that you know what I have done these years, the blood on my hands is even worse than myself. I feel sick, how do you want me to turn around?" Feng Jingchen chuckled, but it was extremely scary.

Feng Jingyu looked at him with half-closed eyes, feeling a little helpless in his heart, what he thought and did was too extreme, they seemed to have no way to do it.
"No, there is still a way back." However, before Feng Yu finished speaking, he felt a warm liquid on his face, and he raised his hand to caress it in a daze, and what caught his eyes was a smear of bright red. "No"

Before everyone could react, Feng Jingchen's neck was already bleeding profusely, and the blush hurt Feng Jingyu and Feng Yu's eyes, which was beyond their expectation.

Holding the slowly falling Feng Jingchen in his arms with his backhand, Feng Yu was no longer as calm as before, full of panic and guilt, and shouted at the people below: "Tell the imperial physician, pass on the imperial physician, quickly pass on the imperial physician to me! "

After saying this, he lowered his head and covered Feng Jingchen's neck, comfortingly said: "Don't be afraid, father is here with you, you will be fine." What evil did he do to let him be in vain? Send people to send brunettes!

There was a flurry of wind in the hall. Feng Yan wanted to take advantage of the chaos and leave, but he didn't notice when Feng Jingyu appeared beside him. In the blink of an eye, his hand had already covered his neck, and he said in a bitingly cold tone: "Little Uncle Huang, if you want to leave, you have to ask your nephew if you should or not!"

"Come here, Feng Yan is under house arrest, planning to murder the prince. His heart is so vicious that he can be punished. He will be sent to the prison to await trial."

Hearing this, Xue Miao immediately stepped forward to control him personally, leaving him no room to move.

When Xue Miao and others took Feng Yan away, the hall became much cleaner in an instant, leaving only the three of them, father and son, Feng Jingyu's heart suddenly hurt, like a needle prick.

"Hongming, where did Qi Su die!" Feng Jingyu yelled in a low voice towards the gate of the palace as if remembering something.

Being named Dao, Hong Ming felt miserable. He stepped into the hall and saw Feng Jingchen who was covered in blood, and replied stammeringly: "He"

Before he finished speaking, Bai Qing brought Qi Su in like a chick. Qi Su was in a dazed state during the whole process. He was obviously eating in the house just now, why did he appear in the house now? Before the emperor.

Just when he was about to kneel down to salute, he saw blood dripping from the corner of Feng Jingchen's mouth, but he didn't care about the red tape, he quickly stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, please let go of the eldest prince slowly, Wei Cen come and take a look." He He is a named imperial doctor of the imperial hospital, and he is still an official.

"Qi Su, no matter what method you use, you must cure him, otherwise." How could he accept such a reality?

"Wei Chen will try his best to treat him." Qi Su was not 100% sure that he could save his life, so he could only try with all his strength, after all, it was the blood vessel in the neck that was cut.

Just when Qi Su's hand touched the wound, Feng Jingchen stopped his movement tremblingly, and said intermittently: "Father, let me. Be free. I'm very...tired" before saying anything After that, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Your Highness, it's better not to talk, let me bandage your wound." Qi Su's heart was broken, and he continued to move his hands.

But what was waiting was not Feng Jingchen's reply, but Feng Yu's deep voice: "Follow his wishes, I want to be alone with him for a while, you all step back."

There was something strange in Feng Jingyu's eyes, he clenched his hands tightly and then loosened them, finally sighed, and carried out Qi Su who didn't know what to do. Think about something.

Even Qi Su, who was always talkative, didn't know what to say when he saw this, so he stood side by side with him, frowning and thinking about what happened recently.

The news of Feng Jingchen's passing spread like wildfire, and rumors spread everywhere in the capital. Some said that he was executed by the emperor, some said that he died of a relapse of an old disease, and some said that he committed suicide and so on. There are many versions. There are so many people, when Ye Qing and others heard this when they returned to Beijing, they were completely confused, and they couldn't believe it.

But when he heard the news from Feng Jingyu, Ye Qing didn't know what to say, he could only wrap his arms around his waist, comforting him in a low voice: "Maybe it's his best choice."

After that, it took the emperor some time to recover from the grief of losing his son, and the first thing he did was to go to the prison to see Feng Yan.

"When did you go?"

"Go back to His Highness for questioning. His Majesty went there two hours ago and ordered the servants not to follow."

Feng Jingyu threw away the booklet in his hand, and strode towards the sky prison like a shooting star, but halfway through the walk, he saw the stinky old man walking towards him slowly, looking very lonely.

Seeing that he was waiting here, Feng Yu had no doubts, and took the lead in saying: "Before he died, he made a request to me, hoping to be buried with his unmarried concubine. I will leave this matter to you do it."

(End of this chapter)