emperor!The father-in-law ran away again!

"Mo Feng!"

The man on Ming Huanglong's couch suddenly woke up, Qin Yuanming panted heavily, and raised his hand to support his forehead.

"It's ridiculous, dreaming that Mo Feng died..." He murmured, looked up at the empty Anhe Palace, lifted the quilt and got off the bed as usual.

A eunuch bowed forward to put on Qin Yuanming's shoes, and then walked over respectfully holding the clothes.

"Mo Feng." Qin Yuanming reached out and grabbed the eunuch's arm, and the eunuch knelt on the ground with a trembling.

"Raise your head." Qin Yuanming sternly shouted, the eunuch then tremblingly raised his head, just took a look, Qin Yuanming flashed a wry smile.

He's not Mo Feng, what's wrong with him?By the way, Mo Feng was imprisoned by him in the dungeon. Now that he has learned that Mo Xi is not dead, after being imprisoned for so long, his temper should restrain himself.

So I went to the dungeon to pick him up, told him that Mo Xi was still alive, and told him not to play his temper.

Thinking of this, Qin Yuanming turned around and left the Anhe Palace, and walked quickly towards the dungeon.

As soon as King Heng arrived at the gate of Anhe Palace, he saw Qin Yuanming leaving in a hurry. He couldn't help but stop, frowned and looked at the eunuch beside him, and asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Just now someone came to report that the emperor was awake, so he came in a hurry, but just after he came, the emperor hurried over, he was out of breath, his body hadn't recovered yet, how could he run around.

"I don't know, I just know that when the emperor woke up, he mistook the slave for... Eunuch Mo." The little eunuch replied respectfully.

Heng Wang secretly thought that it was not good, and quickly chased after him.

Qin Yuanming hurriedly went to the dungeon, and when he reached the door of the dungeon where Mo Feng was imprisoned, he was suddenly stunned. There was no shadow of Mo Feng in the empty dungeon.

"People!" He shouted angrily.

The jailer thumped and knelt on the ground, "Has the emperor forgotten, this man died two days ago."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Qin Yuanming pinched his neck fiercely, his dark eyes were full of hostility.

"How could Mo Feng be dead!" He was furious, and the strength in his hands was getting heavier and heavier. The jailer stared at his legs, his cheeks flushed.

"Your Majesty!" A voice sounded from outside the dungeon, followed by hurried footsteps, Qin Yuanming let go of the jailer, and turned to look at King Heng who was standing not far away.

"The princess is about to give birth, you shouldn't be in the palace at this time."

"Your Majesty, calm down." King Heng persuaded, the current Qin Yuanming is definitely not normal.

Qin Yuanming ignored it. He glared at the jailer who dared to curse Mo Feng, pulled out the long sword from the guard's waist, and pointed it at the jailer's neck.

"Tell me, where is Mo Feng!" At this moment, Qin Yuanming's eyes were red, and his body was full of hostility, which only made the jailer who had just recovered his breath tremble with fright, and peed on his pants on the spot.

"Slave... Slave, no... I don't know..." As soon as the words fell, Qin Yuanming was relentless, and a head rolled down with the knife in his hand, and the blood splashed on Qin Yuanming's cheeks, making Qin Yuanming at this moment as cold as hell Shura .

Heng Wang didn't know what to say for a while, he looked at Qin Yuanming's tall and straight back, although he couldn't bear it, he still said it.

"Your Majesty, Mo Feng has already committed suicide by taking poison. If you are like this now, it will not help."

Suddenly, Qin Yuanming turned around and glared at King Heng, his red eyes were full of blood. "Even you curse Mo Feng!"

Heng Wang looked at Qin Yuanming indifferently, but shook his head. "He is dead, no one cursed him, Yuanming, please wake up." After many years, Heng Wang was the first name Qin Yuanming called Qin Yuanming after he succeeded to the throne.

"Kang Dang." The blood-stained sword in his hand fell to the ground, Qin Yuanming turned his eyes to look at the dry haystack in the dungeon, and scenes suddenly appeared in his mind.

He hugged him, his body was cold, his face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were glaringly bloody, he called for the imperial physician, he grabbed his skirt, exhausted his last bit of strength, and only said one sentence.

"Qin Yuanming, I hate you."

Qin Yuanming staggered back, he supported his forehead, a trace of panic flashed in his dark eyes, he quickly walked out of the dungeon, stumbled to the Anhe Palace, opened the curtain and looked at the empty bed, thinking Something crashed.

He approached slowly, sat on the edge of the bed, and gently brushed the quilt, as if there was a stubborn and troublesome man lying there.

He is the emperor of Min Yuguo, he swore he would never fall in love with anyone, he kept telling himself that what he liked was Mo Feng's body, what he needed was always a tool to vent, but now, he is clutching his chest That painful heart seemed to understand something at this moment.

An unknown liquid overflowed from his eyes, Qin Yuanming stretched out his hand and brushed it lightly, what is it?

The murderous self, the sinful self, would shed tears?

Qin Yuanming stood up suddenly, he turned around and looked at Heng Wang standing at the door with red eyes.

"Where is Mo Feng!" Even if he is dead, there should be a corpse.

"It's already lost." King Heng looked at Qin Yuanming, frowning.

Qin Yuanming grabbed Heng Wang's skirt and punched Heng Wang in the face, "Where is he!"

Heng Wang wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and spit out three words. "The mass grave."

As soon as the words fell, the man beside him turned into a gust of wind and disappeared into the Anhe Palace.

Hengwang looked at Qin Yuanming's disappearing back, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Instead of hiding it, it is better to let Qin Yuanming forget Mo Feng earlier.

Qin Yuanming left the palace and rode on the horse. His ears were filled with the whistling wind. He was riding on his back and his chest hurt. How much he wished that time could turn back, but it was a pity that nothing could go back.

Quickly arrived at the mass grave, the smell of corpses was disgusting, Qin Yuanming jumped off the horse, searched among the corpses, and finally ran to the pile of corpses to search with his bare hands, regardless of whether the corpses were rotten or not, and regardless of the disgusting smell , he looked over almost all the corpses.

"Young man, what are you doing here?" In the distance, an old farmer passed by jumping on dry wood.

Seeing the sparkle in Qin Yuanming's eyes, the old farmer sighed softly, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have sent your relatives to that palace that cannibalize people without spitting out their bones. You must have come to find the corpses of your relatives."

The old farmer shook his head with a sad expression on his face. "Yesterday the wolf howled all night. Thinking about it, your relatives have already fallen into the belly of the wolf. Don't be sad. People can't be resurrected after death. It's just a skin."

As he spoke, the old farmer sighed, and gradually walked away along the trail carrying firewood.

Qin Yuanming froze in place, his mind was rumbling, even the corpse was gone...

He fell to the ground, looking at the broken corpses in the pile of corpses, he knew that the old farmer did not lie to him.

Qin Yuanming sat on the pile of corpses, looking at the gradually darkening night, his eyes became colder and colder.

After nightfall, in the depths of the jungle, pairs of green eyes flashed, and then there was a rustling sound in the woods.

Qin Yuanming got up slowly, with a chill in his dark eyes, which made the wolves hiding in the woods a little afraid.

"Aw!" With a roar, the wolves rushed forward.

The long sword in Qin Yuanming's hand flashed coldly, and a stream of blood sprayed out...

This night, compared with the howling of the wolves in the previous few days, the villagers did not know what happened, but closed their doors tightly and did not dare to go out for half a step. It was not until midnight that the howling and howling of the wolves finally came. stop.

"Mo Feng, Mo Feng!" He roared and called Mo Feng's name. He killed the wolves and cut open their stomachs, but he didn't see Mo Feng's remains. He told himself that Mo Feng was not dead.

The answer to him was nothing but the silent night. Qin Yuanming was covered in wolf blood. He knelt on the ground in embarrassment and looked up at the waning moon in the dark night sky. A trace of sadness that had never been seen flashed in his eyes.

In the early morning of the second day, Qin Yuanming rode his horse back to the Anhe Palace covered in blood. Compared with Qin Yuan before, he was more hostile at this moment.

He went to the bathroom with a blank expression on his face, washing off the wolf blood all over his body, just like the cold and ruthless tyrant back then.

No one knows how he swung his sword to kill a group of wild wolves yesterday, and no one knows, last night, when he looked at the waning moon in the sky and screamed Mo Feng's name, but no one answered, the sadness in his heart .

King Heng looked at Qin Yuanming's back, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart, no matter what, now the emperor finally recovered, enough decadence, enough sadness, as time goes by, he will gradually forget it.

After Qin Yuanming washed up, he turned and walked towards the imperial study.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the imperial study, Fang Mingzhi, who hurried back, followed him in, and knelt on the ground as soon as he entered.

"Your Majesty, Mo Feng..." was about to speak, but was interrupted by Qin Yuanming.

Fang Mingzhi lowered his eyes and said no more. He looked at Qin Yuanming's lonely back, feeling unspeakable bitterness in his heart, sighed softly, got up and stepped back.

Qin Yuanming stood in the imperial study room, turned his eyes to look at his side, remembering the appearance of Mo Feng standing beside him grinding ink for him, a trace of tenderness and sadness flashed in his eyes that he had never seen before.

That month, the concubine of Hengwang Mansion gave birth to a son named Qin Nianmo, and this name was bestowed by the emperor himself.

Then, it took Qin Yuanming less than half a year to control the rights of the entire Min Yu country in his hands.

The vacant positions in the court hall are occupied by talented people, and the court hall is united.

In the same year, under the urging of many courtiers, the emperor finally agreed to the draft, but the draftees were not just women. For a while, the news that Emperor Min Yuguo liked men spread throughout Min Yuguo.

In this draft, there are both men and women. This approach can be said to be the No.1 in Min Yuguo's history.

"Father, has the emperor really forgotten about Mo Feng?" Qin Fu'er supported his cheeks. It has been half a year since Mo Feng's death. Since he came back that day, he went to bed as usual, as if nothing had happened. North Korea, review the memorial as usual.

Yesterday, a courtier in the court talked about the selection of the emperor's posthumous choice. Instead of being angry, the emperor agreed.

Qin Fu'er's chest was a little clogged, could he really forget someone so quickly?

Or, did the emperor really never like Mo Feng?

"Silly girl, what are you thinking about? Your uncle is someone the emperor wants, and... don't mention the word Mo Feng in front of your uncle in the future." Heng Wang sighed softly, if the emperor can really forget, that would be nice.

Inside the gate of Anhe Palace, a man dressed in bright yellow stood with his hands behind his back. He reached out and gently stroked the portrait in front of him.

"Mo Feng, I'm going to be drafted, if you're alive, come to me, okay?"