Chapter 1392

Feng Yu's heart trembled and his eyes couldn't help falling on the wine pot in his hand.

"Afraid of poison?" Feng Jue looked at him and asked with a faint smile on his lips.

Feng Yu nodded slightly and said, "I dare not."

Feng Jue poured down a glass of wine and took the first sip. Feng Yu took the wine pot from his hand and silently poured himself a cup. He looked up and drank the wine clean.

"I thought I could be friends with brother Liu Wang." Feng Jue said.

Feng Yu's hand holding the wine cup trembled slightly and said, "Tao is different. Feng Yu disappointed the emperor."

Feng Jue smiled and said, "yes, different ways don't work together. The wine we drank together, the poetry we sang together, and the places we went together become less important." Fengyu knelt heavily on the ground and said, "emperor, these days, I think day and night and look forward to seeing you, but if you don't come, I wait to die every day. While waiting, I think of all kinds of things in the past. Whether it's the feelings of friends or brothers, I have lost to the emperor. It's really the emperor

I can't lift my head in front of you. "

Feng Jue didn't speak and looked at him quietly.

"But the emperor, I Fengyu did all this alone, and Fengye was forced by me. The Emperor may deprive him of his title and expel him from Kyoto, but please keep him alive and ask the emperor to complete it." Feng Yu kowtowed heavily.

Feng Jue sighed slightly and said, "if I envy brother Bawang, it's that he has a brother like you who asks him wholeheartedly."

"Emperor, please do it!" Fengyu kowtowed three more heads.

"The so-called state-owned national law, there are family rules at home. The prince breaks the law and commits the same crime as the common people. You kill your father and seize the throne with the eighth prince, fake the imperial edict, and intend to kill too thick. It is sinful and unforgivable!" Feng Jue said firmly.

"Your majesty! You're right. It's sinful and unforgivable. Therefore, please kill me and let other innocent people live well. " Feng Yu pleaded loudly.

Feng Jue handed the rescue in her hand to Feng Yu's arms, leaving only the words "take care of yourself", and then raised her feet and went out.

Fengyu hurriedly ran over, clutching the prison door tightly, looked at the back of fengjue and shouted, "emperor, one life is worth one life. Exchange my life for Fengye's life, Emperor. For my sake of drinking and riding a horse, promise me."

However, no matter how Feng Yu shouted, Feng Jue didn't stop to leave.

Feng Yu fell and sat on the ground, her heart heavy.

"The emperor has left. The emperor's dragon body is golden. You won't come back to such a place in the future. You'll die." The jailer came in and saw the decadent Fengyu and said rudely.

Since ancient times, the emperor has made a choice to become a king and defeat an enemy. He will not keep such brothers. It is only a matter of time before these six Highnesses die.

Feng Yu raised his head with a dead gray in his eyes and said, "give me paper and pen. I want to write two letters. You take them for me and give them to the emperor when you have a chance. Don't rush to refuse. You can take them to the emperor and bring you good luck. "

"Well, you write." The jailer tried to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Fengyu.

That afternoon, he sat there and wrote. The jailer couldn't understand what he wrote, but he kept it for him.

"Dinner!" When it was dark, another jailer came in, said rudely, and put some bowls on the ground.

His eyes fell on the bowl. The food seemed good today.

"The new emperor is officially in power today. The food is good and there is a chicken. You can enjoy it." Cried the jailer.

Sure enough, there was a complete chicken in the bowl. It was fat and tender, and the chicken skin was roasted, emitting an attractive fragrance.

"Eat, eat. I don't know how many meals I can eat. Eat well and eat more." The jailer shook his head and said.

He got up, climbed over, put the chicken and the plate in his arms, pulled off a horned chicken leg, put it into his mouth, and ate while his tears pattered down.

"Feng Ye, don't die, you should live well, Feng Ye... You should live well..." he said, pulling off a chicken wing, chewing it hard and swallowing it hard.

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"Emperor, the emperor is not well..." when Feng Jue was sitting in front of the desk reading the memorial, 49 hurried in, panting.

"What's up?" Feng Jue put down his pen and asked.

"Jailer, said the jailer, your highness, the sixth hall has gone down!" Forty nine gasped and said.

"What..." the pen in Feng Jue's hand fell on the bookcase with a slap, splashing a piece of ink.

"He died by swallowing chicken bones. When the jailer found out, he had swallowed his breath and his hands and feet were cold." Forty nine said. Feng Jue suddenly stood up and walked quickly outside the palace. He saw the jailer kneeling on the ground with trembling voice and said, "Your Majesty, your humble position is damned. I can't see your highness six. All the sharp weapons in the prison were put away. I didn't even have half a rope. I didn't expect his highness Liu to swallow the chicken

Bone suicide. "

Feng Jue's footsteps trembled and retreated two steps.

"Your Majesty, your highness six left two letters, one for the emperor and the other for your highness eight." The jailer raised his hands and said,

Feng Jue stretched out his hand, took the letter paper for him, and slowly unfolded it. The handwriting on it was scrawled and crazy. It can be seen that he was flustered and uneasy in the last moments of his life.

His death was a gamble. At the end of the letter, Feng Yu wrote, "emperor, please forgive me for saying that you are not qualified to succeed the emperor, but in fact, in my mind, the most suitable person for the emperor is not Feng Ye, but the emperor you, the emperor, you will be a Mingjun, a benevolent Jun and a

The emperor respected by people all over the world.

I believe that in the near future, you will certainly present a prosperous Zhou Dynasty to the people in the world.

Brother, Feng Yu, the last stroke. "

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Feng Jue's heart tightened and the letter fell to the ground.

"Your Majesty, the remains of your highness Liu have been wrapped in straw mats, waiting to be dealt with." Said the jailer.

A moment later, Feng Jue turned around, walked to the hall and ordered, "bury it according to the treatment of the prince, bury it in the mausoleum and place the memorial tablet in the imperial temple."

"Yes, your majesty." The jailer was surprised and thought that although his highness Liu was afraid of committing suicide, the emperor would publicly punish him in order to make an example.

"Also, send the letter he left to the eighth prince." Feng Jue confessed again, and a touch of complex feelings flashed through the bottom of her eyes“ Yes, your majesty, I obey you. " The jailer turned and left.