Chapter 1402

The father is dead.

Then there was no one in the world who could help him recover his identity. Feng Qianyue died forever.

Father, how did you die?

Didn't Wu Yong say that his father's body had been in great trouble for a long time. As long as you pay attention to maintaining a good mood, you can live a long time again.

Why did you die suddenly?

The news came so suddenly that he couldn't come back for a long time.

However, he didn't have much sadness, just a touch of melancholy, because he was never close to the emperor.

Later, he knew that he was not born of a cheap life, but of his favorite woman. He didn't feel much anymore. After all, he was too bitter and tired when he was a child. Those who knew the truth had gone through vicissitudes.

"Who is the new emperor?" After a while, he asked in a tight voice.

"The new emperor is Zhou Rendi, the original emperor of Ming'an, the 11th prince." The medicine boy said.

"Is it him?" The father chose him?

A man who grew up in the folk became an emperor.

Hehe, everyone guessed between Feng Ye and Feng Yunzheng. They didn't expect that it would be Feng Jue, a young boy.

"But other news?" Feng Qianyue asked. When the new emperor ascends the throne, something big will happen in the palace. It's a convention.

"Yes, your highness six died unexpectedly, and your highness eight died of a serious illness." The medicine boy said.

"What? Both of them are dead? " Feng Qianyue was even more shocked. In his memory, Feng Yu is a natural and unrestrained person. He has never participated in any struggle. The prince's dispute has nothing to do with him. Others don't understand how his accidental death is, but he knows that there must be something unspeakable in it

But the palace will not announce it.

What about Feng Ye? He is even more unlikely to die casually. He has always been a strong successor to the throne.

After hearing these news, although he was not in the palace, Feng Qianyue could also feel the thrilling struggle. He could imagine what means these people experienced before they ascended the throne and died.

But obviously, Feng Jue is the winner, and Feng Ye... Loses.

But at the same time, he also lost the chance to recover his identity forever. In addition to the two people around him, only his father and Emperor knew he was alive.

"Wu Yong..." he called.

"Childe“ Wu Yong came in. He was shocked to learn that the emperor had died.

"Did your father tell you anything when he asked you to take me out of the palace?" Feng Qianyue asked“ The emperor only said, let me leave the palace with the childe, the farther the better. When I settle down, I will report the news to the emperor. When the time is ripe, I will let the childe return to Kyoto and arrange an identity or official position for the childe, so that the childe can be closely accompanied. The rest, they said nothing

It's too late. " Wu Yong said.

"But now that the emperor has died, everyone thinks that the childe has... What the emperor said at the beginning can't be counted. Childe, we have to find another way out."

Feng Qianyue's eyes flashed a hint of meditation. In this way, his father had actually figured out how to arrange the rest of his life.

But now that his father is dead, he has to arrange the rest of his life by himself.

How should I spend the rest of my life?

Feng Qianyue looked faintly at the two masters and disciples in front of him. His father was dead. Yaotong was ignorant and did what he was asked to do. He didn't know his identity. He only knew that he was a childe who needed to be taken good care of.

In other words, only Wu Yong knows his identity in the world.

Wu Yong read a trace of danger from Feng Qianyue's eyes. His heart trembled, he quickly knelt down and said, "don't worry, young master. You must keep your mouth shut. You used to serve the emperor, now you serve the young master, and you will be the only master in the future."

Yaotong didn't understand the dark tide between the childe and the master. He only knew that the master knelt down, and he would kneel down with him, "childe, I'll learn to continue to serve."

Feng Qianyue nodded as if nothing had happened. A smile appeared on her face and said, "in the future, I will only have you two teachers and disciples. Let's live a good life."

"Yes, sir, yes“ Wu Yong and Yao Tong Dao.

"Is my face all right?" Feng Qianyue asked, reaching out to touch his face and asked.

Wu Yong slightly looked up at his face and said, "don't worry, young master. This face is not a human skin mask, but a real face. This face belongs to the young master all his life, and there will be no more problems."

Feng Qianyue nodded and said, "very good."

"Young master, your face looks so beautiful“ The drug boy looked at his face and said.

Feng Qianyue reached out and touched it and said, "really? In fact, my original face is beautiful. "

His appearance is also one of the best in Kyoto. Although he is not as amazing as Feng Yunzheng, many women are addicted to his skin bag and are sent by him

"Really? It's a pity that I haven't seen the childe's original appearance. " Yao Tong has some regrets.

"Just talk!" Wu Yong hurriedly said, because he was worried about Feng Qianyue.

"It doesn't matter. He'd better talk about it. Otherwise, I'll forget what I look like. To be honest, I'm a little vague when I think of my past appearance." Feng Qianyue said.

"If you're afraid to forget your appearance, why don't you draw it down?" The medicine boy said.

Feng Qianyue smiled, reached out and flicked the ammunition boy's forehead and said, "that's a good idea."

Wu Yong listened, but hesitated and said, "childe, it's better to forget."

Feng Qianyue listened and her hand trembled slightly.

"It's safest to forget your guess. If you draw it and reveal it, it will reveal the truth and lead to death for the childe“ Wu Yong said.

Feng Qianyue slowly put down his hand with a pen. Yes, he must forget himself. "What you said is right. I still remember what to do. I'll never come back. Remembering also increases my sadness“

Seeing Feng Qianyue shaking, Wu Yong glared at the drug boy and scolded in a low voice, "if you talk more, I'll peel your skin and send you back to pick up dog shit!"

"I see. I'm just a little curious." The medicine boy mumbled his mouth and said.

Wu Yong glared at him again and asked, "young master, what should we do now? Continue to stay in Qizhou? " Wu Yong asked.

"Open a medical school." Feng Qianyue said.

"Open a medical school?"“ Our money will always be used up. When we are short of money and suffering from hunger and cold, we might as well start thinking about a way to make a living now. "