Chapter 8

With a scream, the door was trembling.

Zhu Feng sat directly above the Huagai Temple, and just threw the heavy inkwell on the table, smashed it against the door, and made a loud noise.

He Yi walked to the door and was almost hit by the inkstone,He was not scared, He only glanced around, bent down and picked up the inkstone, calmly walked up and put it on the table.

"Amitaba."

He raised his hand in a salute, and said, "Why does your Highness make such a big fier?"

Zhu Feng sat at the table with a gloomy expression, and said fiercely: "This king asked the civil and military officials to come into the palace to discuss major issues, but these people actually asked for sick leave, and none of them would come in!"

"..."

"Hmph, do they think this king must rely on them?"

"..."

"When I was in Peking, the king had already said that if the sky does not accept me, I will open the sky; if the earth does not accept me, I will open up the land. If the civil and military officials do not regard me as the king, I will kill all the officials and change the dynasty. !"

A gust of wind blew in from outside the door.

He Yi also felt a chill in the summer heat.

He glanced at the haze between Yan Wang's eyebrows, sighed softly in his heart, and whispered: "His Royal Highness, why should your Highness be angry with them about this matter. Your Highness has now entered Jinling, and the general situation has long been in His Highness's control. Among them, none of these officials dared to come forward and just wait and see."

"..."

"In two days, when the situation is settled, these people will naturally come and surrender to His Highness."

Zhu Feng glanced at him: "Do you think it is that simple?"

He Yi frowned and didn't speak.

In fact, he does not think it is simple.

His Royal Highness Yan Wang has been preparing for this day for many years. In the Yan Wang Mansion in Peking, he is cautious, diligent and caring for the people, and has a good reputation. It is also because of this that the little emperor has sent a military commander to monitor the Yan Wang around Peking. Will turn back one after another after his uprising.

But when they arrived in Jinling, none of the civil and military officials here came to seek refuge.

There are officials who have integrity, but there are also many who are greedy for life and fear of death. This situation is indeed rare.

He fell silent.

Zhu Feng said again: "Let you check, what did you find?"

He Yi hurriedly said: "Oh, poor Dao has already been sent to inquire. It turns out that Taizu left a few handwritings before his death, but it was released for three years until his Highness broke the Jinling city a few days before Send out from the palace."

Zhu Feng frowned: "Who did it send to?"

He Yi said several names one after another. Without exception, they were all the veteran officials in the Cabinets who were heavy-handed and many students.

His hand on the table squeezed into a fist.

He sneered: "Now this king understands why none of these civil and military officials have come."

He Yi froze for a moment, and suddenly understood.

It turned out that it was Taizu's handwriting that worked. He had been guarding against this son a long time ago, and guessed that his unwilling son would definitely rise up after his Bintian.

Therefore, he not only arranged countless obstacles on the road from Peking to Jinling, but also set up so many obstacles for him in Jinling City and above the court!

Zhu Feng's face turned pale.

In his ears, it seemed that the words that Taizu had said before he left when he ordered him to go to the Beiping fief.

tirabble, cruel and murderous, you can't be a good Emperor."

"If you come to the throne, you will only become a notorious tyrant!"

"..."

"Don't think about this throne in your entire life. I will never pass it on to you. In this world, I will never hand it over to you!"

Zhu Feng squeezed his fists tightly and suddenly hammered on the table. The table was torn apart by his hammer, and it fell apart with a crash.

He Yi stepped forward: "Your Highness!"

The shattered sawdust ran across the back of his hand, leaving a long wound, but Zhu Feng still clenched his fist tightly, making the wound bigger and bigger, and the blood dripped down his hand drop by drop. , Dripping on the icy ground.

He Yi frowned, but stopped talking.

He knows King Yan's heart demon. Over the years, King Yan has always been unable to get rid of the heart demon. This is whether he is a virtuous corporal, or is a pioneer on the battlefield, fighting hard until he is covered with wounds and blood. It is impossible to get rid of one place.

In the empty hall, there was still a loud noise echoing.

But what Zhu Feng heard in his ears was still his father, Emperor Taizu yelled coldly--

"If you come to the throne, you will only become a notorious tyrant!"

"This throne, don't think about it in your whole life!"

"I will never pass the position to you, and in this world, I will never hand it over to you!"

He frowned and covered his ears with his hands, but these sounds didn't seem to be heard from ears, but from the bottom of his heart. No matter how hard he struggles, these sounds are like invisible knives. In his heart.

These voices forced him to go crazy.

At this moment, he heard these messy voices, a voice that was very delicate but too stubborn to ignore suddenly sounded——

"Whether your Highness will be a tyrant depends on how your Highness does."

"If your Royal Highness thinks I was wrong, it doesn't hurt to kill me."

"But the tyrant's notoriety, no matter how many people you kill, you can't get rid of it!"

He raised his head sharply.

That woman, that woman named Nan Yan!

The next moment, Zhu Feng kicked open the door of the Huagai Temple and walked out without looking back.

He Yi originally chased him out, but seeing Zhu Feng's direction, he suddenly wanted to understand what was coming. He stopped and called back, "Follow the prince now."

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Another day passed, and still no one came.

Nan Yan was almost hungry and fell into a semi-conscious coma, and she had to go to sleep almost everytime, but she persisted, clenching her teeth and knocking on the door with the last bit of strength, trying to make a little movement. Muttering: "Help... somebody... help..."

In the end, she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, leaning on the door, with the last bit of consciousness, gently hit the door panel with her forehead, and murmured like a mosquito: "Help..."

The light in front of him almost disappeared.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.

Immediately, the door was opened.

Nan Yan's last sense of consciousness was blown away by the gust of wind that poured in after the door opened, and the whole person fell softly.