Xu Le had always thought that except for a few people from the Li family in Philadelphia, no one in this world knew the relationship between him and Feng Yu, but who would have thought that in the empire countless light years away from his homeland, His Majesty the Emperor in front of him would actually reveal countless mysteries with one word.
The white-haired nobleman standing beside the golden Xiangyu Kui screen and the white-haired nobleman in front of the soft couch reacted a little more than him, and after hearing the name Nasri, the always calm and calm Huai Caoshi raised her head in shock, and the nobleman's eyebrows raised extremely high, and then quickly lowered.
The Imperial Minister, Prince Bai Wu, he is His Majesty's own brother, and the entanglements and secrets of the Imperial Family and the Grand Master Fan Mansion back then were not a secret to him, he knew very well what the name Nasri meant to the Emperor, and while he was shocked by the relationship between this federal soldier and Nasri, he thought a little gloomily, since His Majesty let himself hear these things, he probably had already made a decision in his heart.
Emperor Huaifucha slowly stood up, his robes poured down like a cloud, he ignored the shock and stunned of the three people in the room, looked at Prince Bai Wu with an expressionless face and said: "I didn't need to explain Caton's death to you, but I didn't expect that you would be so stupid as this.
You always say that no one in this world can kill Caton in that situation, so his death must be my conspiracy, it is Huai Caoshi's decision, and at this time, Nasri's descendants personally admit that he killed Caton, do you have any new doubts?"
Prince Bai Wu was silent for a long time, and finally stopped humbly leaning his body, slowly stood up straight, his back was loose, looked at Huaifucha and said calmly: "Actually, there is really no need to explain, you should know very well that I have just been afraid of you, and the death of Caton has made my fear rare into courage."
But I really didn't expect that Nasri was still alive and had a son. ” "There are so many things in the world that you can't imagine."
Waffacha replied indifferently.
Prince Bai Wu smiled slightly and said, "After all, you just want me to be convinced. ” "You can rebel against me and try to overthrow my rule, in fact, you have been doing this for decades since my father chose me as the crown prince."
With his hands behind his back and his eyes looking at the distant clouds outside the building, he said, "But it's hard for me to accept that you would do it for such a stupid reason, and I don't want to take moral responsibility for something I've never done." ” Prince Bowu said no more, straightened his clothes in silence, and walked to the railing.
At the end of the railing, several soldiers are waiting to arrest the mastermind behind the aristocratic rebellion.
Prince Bai Wu smiled, his wrinkled hand caressing the railing, then shook his head, and his body fell diagonally, falling between the sunset.
Huai Fucha looked at this scene coldly, watching his own brother jump off the building and commit suicide, his expression did not change in the slightest, but the eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds looked down, as if he was chasing the figure in mid-air.
Xu Le, who was tightly bound, watched all this silently, knowing that he had witnessed a page of the history of the empire, he didn't know what the truth of this noble rebellion was, what kind of dangerous assassination the emperor had encountered, how forcefully he quelled the rebellion, who the old nobleman was, but he could guess that with the nobleman falling to his death, the rebellion finally came to an end.
The emperor tied himself into the palace, probably to make these rebellious nobles believe that Caton's death had nothing to do with him Xu Le thought silently, but was startled by two burning eyes, and remembered that question again, from that sentence, it can be clearly inferred that the emperor actually knows the uncle, is the uncle really the so-called traitor He looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in a dumb voice, "Can I know who Nasri is?"
The Emperor did not answer his question, but looked at his face with a complicated expression and asked, "Where is he now?"
"It's dead."
Xu Le replied.
The Emperor was silent for a long time, waved his sleeves, as if to drive away some extremely unpleasant memory and a green-headed fly, and said, "Such a person should have died a long time ago." ” "Why do you know about my relationship with him" Xu Le suddenly thought of a very fatal question, if the imperial family knew Feng Yu's ability very well and knew that he had the means to take out the chip on the back of his neck, then how could he not guard against his escape.
"People like Li Pifu won't have illegitimate children."
Whifucha said indifferently: "And you are a Federation man who knows eight rice, then you are naturally the son of Nasri." ” Thinking of the conversation between the emperor and the nobleman before, Xu Le felt more and more strange, why did the imperial people insist that he was the son of Feng Yu, but he didn't think that he was a student, could it be that as Huai Caoshi once said, this strange thing like Badao Zhenqi is really a boring existence of the bloodline theory "It's a very simple deduction, and it's interesting that there are probably only a few people in the entire universe who can deduce it."
"Now my question is, since he is dead, who should I complain to for the anger I have accumulated for more than 20 years?"
There is a wind from outside the building, not violent, not gentle, blindly cold, just like the atmosphere of the scene.
Huai Caoshi, who had been standing silently on the side of the screen, suddenly raised her head and looked at her father, as if she wanted to say something, but her lips were still tightly pursed after all, and she didn't say a word.
"I don't know what happened back then."
Xu Le didn't explain the real relationship between himself and Feng Yu to the other party, he looked at the emperor and squinted: "As for your thoughts, it doesn't have much to do with me, I'm just a prisoner of you now." ” Wyfcha stood in silence for a long time with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't heard what he was saying, and then he slowly lowered his body and picked up the old thorn strip at his feet.
The thorns were held very tightly, and there were faint blackened blood stains on them.
The thorns fell heavily, not waving into flowers, but directly splitting the air fiercely, and then tearing the bandages and restraints on Xu Le's body, tearing his flesh and blood, with endless resentment, venting the hatred of the king who came from nowhere.
Bang bang bang There are countless small metal hooks hidden inside the thorns, and each time they are swung, they are like the terrifying kiss of a tiger's tongue, scraping off an extremely thin layer of flesh and blood, which is extremely painful.
Waifucha silently and vigorously waved the thorns, like a calm madman, whipping the paralyzed young man, and the sound of whirring wind and rags rolling in the palace was sandwiched together.
Xu Le's face was unusually pale, his eyes were unusually bright, and he should not feel pain when he was paralyzed, but this kind of torture of being humiliated seemed to make him feel pain in his heart.
The wind whistled, and a miserable bloody gash appeared in his jaw.
He didn't squint, his bright eyes were full of anger, staring at the crazy king in front of him, spurting blood and yelling, "Fuck your mother" To be continued: