Chapter 351： Female champion VS dandy 16┃The secret of the note (1/2)

Yu Yuxian wanted to catch up with Zhuang Xiaohui for a few words, but he couldn't run the carriage, so he could only stand on the side of the road and get sullen.

I must go back to the officialdom, otherwise even a woman dares to look down on me! She clenched her fist and made up her mind.

But she also knew that the death day of Duke Cheng'en's mansion was approaching. At this time, everyone in the capital was in danger, and no one dared to go to the emperor to help her. So if you want to plan for a recovery, you have to wait until after this period of time.

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As if in the blink of an eye, the most disturbing day had come.

No one dared to perform in the early morning of this day. Feng Ming sat on the dragon chair absently thinking about something, his eyes were bloodshot, his right hand was resting on his forehead, and his resolute face showed a hint of pain.

For him, who had already endured the most tragic things in the world, this very obvious emotional expression was a sign of danger. That means he's on the verge of breaking out at any moment.

The courtiers lowered their heads one by one, not even daring to breathe. So they couldn't find out that Feng Ming was holding four small silver tubes in the palm of his hand, and four pieces of paper were stuffed in the tubes, which had been studied by him countless times.

The more he can't solve these riddles, the more irritable he becomes, and the more irritable he becomes, the more miserable he becomes. This is a vicious circle.

There is no doubt that he is in a worse mood than ever before.

Today, after waking up, he even had the urge to dig up the late emperor's body and throw his bones into ashes.

The courtiers did not dare to play, and Feng Ming did not have the patience to stay any longer. As usual, he went to the well-preserved Cheng'en Gongfu to worship.

White flags and white lanterns were already hung here, and more than 300 tablets filled the entire wall, like more than 300 wronged souls, staring straight at Feng Ming.

As soon as he entered the main hall, he knelt down and kowtowed his head three times. When he straightened up, his eyes had turned red.

The yellow paper money was piled up into a hill, which Feng Ming was going to burn to his relatives under Huang Quan. One by one, he himself threw them into the fire.

From morning to night, the hill was not burnt until Feng Ming knelt the whole time, his legs were numb.

He staggered to his feet, walked out slowly, bypassed several streets, and came to the front of a small square courtyard.

All Long Jinwei looked like he was facing a great enemy, lest the emperor suddenly go mad, just because this was the place where he was imprisoned.

Feng Ming walked to the door, raised his head to look at the broken plaque, and did not move for a long time. He came every year, but never once went in to see it.

It doesn't feel good when every cell in your body starts to shudder. Even though he became an emperor and was rich all over the world, he still couldn't forget those extremely painful pasts. It was here that he changed from man to ghost.

His cold and hard face slowly twisted and grimly, and his red eyes glowed fiercely.

The uncontrollable violent emotions prompted him to pull out the saber from his waist and slash the door in front of him frantically.

Sawdust splashed, Jin Ming shook, and the silent night was completely broken.

The Dragon Forbidden Captains looked at the almost demented emperor with numb scalps. After smashing the door, they didn't know what the emperor would cut next: maybe it was their guards, or the people living around, or maybe all the living and dead things that stood in front of the emperor's eyes.

At this moment, a head suddenly stuck out from the wall across the street and shouted loudly, "Feng Ming!"

Who is so bold and dare to call the emperor's name directly, and it is still selected at this time?

Captain Long turned their heads to look in unison, but saw a young man in a pink shirt crawling out from the wall of the opposite house, straddling the wall, waving a small box in his hand, and shouting again and again: "Phoenix Ming Feng Ming Feng Ming!"

The Dragon Imperial Commanders all swiped and drew out the sabres from their waists.

However, a miracle happened. The emperor, who was already in a frenzy, actually heard these calls, slowly put down the big sword, slowly turned his head, and his red eyes leaked a trace of clarity.

"Zhuang Li?" He responded hoarsely.

"This is a tool for solving puzzles, do you want it?" Zhuang Li waved the small wooden box in his hand.

Feng Ming walked towards him unconsciously.

Those four pieces of paper were like four little snakes, biting his hand and his heart day and night. Even if he didn't meet the death anniversary of the clan, he was going crazy.

"I don't want to know." He walked to the wall, looked up at the young man's still beautiful face like a hibiscus flower, and smiled coldly.

"Then I'll take it back." Zhuang Li stuffed the small wooden box into his sleeve.

Feng Ming: "..."

After just two sentences of dialogue, he was completely awake, and the bloodshot eyes were quietly receding.

"Give it to me." Feng Ming stretched out his hand.

Zhuang Li bent down, gently put the box into his palm, and explained, "This thing is called a password stick. You can figure out how to play it yourself."

Feng Ming took a deep look at him, then turned around and left, not intending to carry him off the wall at all.

The cold wind blew past and rolled up the paper money.

Feng Ming boarded the carriage and ordered in a deep voice, "Go back to the palace."

So the motorcade headed for the majestic palace city, leaving Zhuang Li riding on the top of the wall blowing the cold wind.

7480 sighed: "This **** is so cool! He even said he would leave!"

"He will be back soon." Zhuang Li said firmly.

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