"Okay, got it. Go away."

The servant who came back to reply got the master's response, bowed his head and retreated.

Fang Ziye, who was being flirted with by Master Feng Si, had a red face and his earlobes were red as if they were about to bleed. The person behind him was not something he could push away just by saying so. Master Feng Si held the person tightly until he got angry. Looking at the person's red face, Master Feng Si smiled for the first time.

"Let go." In broad daylight, this person pulled him into the house and flirted with him.

However, this is not the time for His Royal Highness the King of Wings to do anything bad. It’s just that even Feng Lingxiao himself can’t explain this feeling. When he can’t see this person, he thinks in his heart that when he sees him, he just wants to hold him in his arms like this and want to be closer to him.

The person in his arms asked him to let go, but Feng Lingxiao didn’t let him go.

It was unintentional to save the child at the beginning. He didn’t deliberately help the prefect Feng. Now he has inadvertently won the heart of a person.

Thinking of Xiao Li’er being taken away by his biological father, Fang Ziye felt a little reluctant. The obedient child had been with him here for some time, and was taken away just like this. When he returned to his father in the future, he might never see him again.

After all, people’s hearts are made of flesh, so it is natural to have feelings and reluctance.

"Why, you can't bear to let the child be taken away by Feng Chengyong?" Seeing that the smile on the face of the person in his arms disappeared all of a sudden, Fourth Master Feng seemed to have guessed what he was thinking and asked, "Why don't I send someone to get the child back?"

"Puchi..." Fang Ziye couldn't help laughing when he heard Feng Lingxiao's unreasonable tone. He turned around and glared at him, and said, "How can you be like this? You can take someone else's child if you want, but it doesn't mean that Prefect Feng will agree."

He finally took in a person's heart, but now he wants to turn that person into an enemy?

"This is the blessing of his son. How dare Feng Chengyong disobey?" Feng Lingxiao smiled when he saw the man. His eyes looked at the person in his arms seriously. Seeing his beautiful eyebrows and eyes curved when he smiled, this picture in his mind seemed familiar, as if this person had smiled so wantonly in front of him a long time ago.

When Fang Ziye found that Feng Lingxiao was looking at him like this, the smile on his face gradually faded. The look in this person's eyes was too aggressive, which made him feel a little unnatural. He moved his body and wanted to escape from this person's arms.

"As long as you want, you can." Feng Lingxiao said seriously, as if the black eyes that could not see the ground were trying to suck people in.

As long as you want, you can? Fang Ziye smiled and shook his head when he heard this, his eyes were filled with loneliness. Could he have achieved what he wanted?

The days in this small courtyard were lonely, so lonely that he watched the baby in his belly grow up little by little every day, hoping that this person would come from outside to see him and the baby in his belly. With the company of the well-behaved child, the small courtyard was filled with the voices of children, and it seemed that people were not so lonely anymore, and they no longer had to get up early every day, hoping that this person would come.

But Fang Ziye knew that Feng Lingxiao did not like him to be too close to anyone, even the three-year-old child. He did not like it.

"Zi Ye, what are you thinking about?" When the person in his arms calmed down, Feng Lingxiao found that this person was clearly in his arms, but he felt that he was very far away from this person, which made him feel a little uneasy.

He couldn't help but tighten his hands around Fang Zi Ye, as if he could trap this person by his side and prevent him from escaping.

"I was thinking, after the little guy in my belly is born, I can go out..." Fang Zi Ye paused and continued, "We can be like before, I want to go out, and I will do whatever you need me to do."

"Okay?" He asked, with begging and expectation in his words.

The underlying meaning of this is that when the child is born, we will remain the same as before, and I will still be your subordinate, and I will do whatever it takes to achieve your great cause.

"Zi Ye, you know this is impossible. If you didn't do these things, then there must be someone else. But apart from you, no one can make me treat you like this." The smile on Feng Lingxiao's face disappeared. What he disliked most was Fang Zi Ye's eagerness to cut off ties with him.

He placed his hand on Fang Ziye's bulging belly and told him, "You have my bones and yours in you, Ziye. Or rather, from the rainy night when I saved you, you belong to me, Feng Lingxiao."

"You can't escape for the rest of your life, do you understand?" So don't even think about escaping, you can't escape, you will be mine for the rest of your life, this life, forever and ever, this is Feng Lingxiao's answer.

These words struck Fang Ziye's heart, how could he not understand.

The two people in the room were silent, no one spoke for a while, and the charming warmth disappeared without a trace. In the end, Feng Lingxiao lowered his head, kissed the top of the head of the person in his arms, and said, "Be good and give birth to the child in peace." "Zi Ye, don't always think about severing ties with me and running away from me. You should know in your heart how I treat you."

After saying that, he waited for the person in his arms to respond to him.

"Yeah." Fang Ziye responded. At this point, he knew that Feng Lingxiao had him in her heart, otherwise this person would not still be thinking about him and the child in his belly at this time.

He also knew Feng Lingxiao's difficulties. Fang Ziye knew clearly that every step this person took was through thorns. If someone had to sit on that chair, he also hoped that this person would be Feng Lingxiao.

Since ancient times, victorious kings vanish, and only those who sit on the throne are kings and masters of this world. Few losers have a good fate.

On this day, Feng Lingxiao left him, and Xiao Li'er was also sent away. The yard suddenly became quiet. The winter in Fengdu City seemed to be particularly cold. Fang Ziye never even went out of the house. He stayed in the house listening to the whistling wind outside. The silence made people wonder how to spend this long winter. In

the next few days, the man did not come to this small courtyard. Fang Ziye also knew the current situation in the court and knew that Feng Lingxiao must be very busy.

He woke up at night, and the baby in his belly was making a noise, so noisy that he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. The little slave serving outside heard the noise inside at night, called out "Master", got a response and went into the room to serve the master.

When the master fell asleep again, the sky outside was vast and it was almost dawn.

Ah Wu saw the pale-faced little slave coming out. He felt very distressed when he saw that the little slave had lost weight, but he couldn't do anything because the master in the room was still sleeping. Ershun came out yawning, his eyes were not even wide open. He ordered the people in the kitchen to prepare the master's food, waiting for the master to wake up so that there would be a place to eat. He found a place and dozed off.

Days passed, and the day for the baby to be born was getting closer and closer. The belly was getting bigger and bigger, and it was difficult for him to walk. Fang Ziye was even more reluctant to move. Listening to some things in the court in the room, he knew that the man was at the most critical moment, but it was a pity that he could not help him at all.

On a snowy night in winter, the youngest prince, the eleventh prince, fell ill at the age of three.

The eleventh prince was born to a lowly palace slave. Three years ago, His Majesty got drunk and favored a palace slave. That night, the slave became pregnant and was later named a beauty. Unfortunately, the slave was also unlucky. She died of dystocia the night she gave birth to the eleventh prince. Things

in the harem are not as simple as they seem on the surface. Who can tell whether the slave really died of dystocia or for other reasons? Anyway, she died. At that time, Zhang Guijun was still somewhat favored by His Majesty. Zhang Guijun had no children, so the eleventh prince was raised by Zhang Guijun. Unexpectedly, the eleventh prince died before he reached adulthood. He was also unlucky.

The eleventh prince was the youngest prince of your majesty. He was raised by Zhang Guijun. Your majesty would go to see him occasionally. In addition, the eleventh prince was smart and clever since he was young, and was also loved by your majesty. It was a pity that he left like this.

At night, all the princes were brought into the palace and knelt in front of the emperor.

Emperor Yongkang sat on the dragon bed with his hair loose, wearing bright yellow clothes, and talked to his sons about his eleventh prince, "... Little Eleven wrote a big calligraphy for me the day before. Do you know what the little eleventh wrote for me?"

None of the kneeling princes said a word, even the eldest prince, who was not very smart, knew that he should not touch his father's head at this time.

"My Eleventh Prince wrote me four characters, 'Long Live the Emperor'. My little prince also told me that he wanted me, his father, to live forever... I never thought that my little prince would leave like this."

He passed away before him. Even the emperor sitting on the dragon throne couldn't help crying when talking about his little prince.

"When Little Eleven was sick, where were you princes? Who of you went to see Little Eleven?! You princes, you just fight among yourselves all day long. I'm not dead yet! You don't even take me, your father, seriously. You wish I would die quickly so that you can be the emperor!" At this point, Emperor Yongkang scolded the princes kneeling in front of him.

The kneeling princes pleaded guilty one after another, "Please punish me, father."

"What's the point of me punishing you? My little eleventh is gone..."

Feng Dynasty had a rule that young princes and grandchildren who did not live past the age of fifteen were not allowed to enter the imperial mausoleum. Emperor Yongkang ordered that the eleventh prince be buried in the imperial mausoleum, saying that after a hundred years, his little eleventh prince would also accompany him.

At this time, no minister in the court dared to object.

When the eleventh prince passed away, Emperor Yongkang, who was already in poor health, fell ill.

Lying on the dragon bed, the emperor issued an edict. The steward who served beside His Majesty carried the imperial edict and read out the decree, "...Here it is!" After the imperial edict was read, the eldest prince who was kneeling below had not yet stood up to receive the edict. The steward smiled and said, "Your Highness Prince Cheng, why don't you quickly stand up and receive the edict."

"Son, your son obeys the edict." Feng Lingcheng finally reacted and happily took the imperial edict.

What no one expected was that His Majesty designated the eldest prince to supervise the country and temporarily handle the affairs of the court. The left and right prime ministers assisted him, and the other princes also assisted the eldest prince in managing the affairs of the court. When

the imperial edict came out, the one with the ugliest face was the fifth prince Feng Lingrui.

"Long live the emperor..."