Chapter 290 Death of Feng Feixu
Su Chenyu felt like someone was always looking at her. When she turned around, her eyes met Feng Zhuohua's.
Feng Zhuohua did not avoid her gaze at all, but smiled at her instead.
On that day, even the Queen did not show up in the Qinzheng Palace, but Feng Zhuohua was able to act so unscrupulously, and the King of Western Xia seemed to be particularly concerned about her words.
What position does Feng Zhuohua hold in the Xixia royal family?
Her sight was suddenly blocked. It was Baili Yanqing standing in front of her, completely blocking Feng Zhuohua's gaze: "Ignore her."
Su Chenyu smiled, and using her wide sleeves, she stretched out her pinky finger to hook it around his pinky finger, and said coquettishly, "I know."
Soon, Feng Huailie also changed his clothes and came out. Feng Feixu was already lying on the wide stool. Feng Huailie took the long court staff from the guard and held it in his hand.
Unlike an ordinary wooden stick, a court stick is very heavy and when it hits a person, the pain is doubled.
Under the gazes of the crowd, Feng Huailue raised his court stick and struck down. The first strike landed on Feng Feixu's back, followed by the second, the third...
Everyone was counting silently in their hearts how many times the stick had been given. There was complete silence all around, and only the dull thud of the stick hitting people could be heard. Feng Feixu's face was covered in sweat, and he was biting a piece of cloth in his mouth, which was almost torn apart, but he never uttered a sound of pain.
When the last few blows were given, Feng Feixu was almost unconscious. His back was burning with pain, and his white clothes were almost stained with blood.
Finally, the last stick fell, and many people breathed a sigh of relief.
Especially the queen who was watching in the dark, felt a little relieved.
"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao is vomiting blood."
A sharp-eyed palace maid noticed that something was wrong with Feng Feixu. When the cloth in her mouth fell to the ground, it had become a bloody cloth, and she was still spitting blood.
Feng Huailue quickly squatted down to check on Feng Feixu. Seeing Feng Feixu's face covered in blood, he was filled with panic: "How could this happen? Imperial physician, imperial physician!"
The imperial physician had been waiting on the side. Upon hearing Feng Huailue's shout, he immediately ran over, took Feng Feixu's hand and began to feel his pulse, but the pulse was too chaotic and he could not tell anything.
"Quickly carry the baby to the bedroom." No one had expected this to happen.
Feng Feixu was now covered in wounds, and when the palace servants approached him, they didn't know where they could touch him.
At this moment, Feng Feixu suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood, which covered Feng Huailue's face. His movements seemed to be frozen in an instant, and he just stared at Feng Feixu blankly.
There was a strong reluctance in Feng Feixu's eyes. She wanted to live, how could she die? But the next second, the spirit in her eyes suddenly faded.
Those imperial doctors all knelt on the ground in fear and trepidation. Everyone seemed to understand what had happened.
The palace maids also saw that Feng Feixu was dead and knelt down one after another.
Feng Huailue stretched out his index finger tremblingly and placed it under Feng Feixu's nose. Then he withdrew his hand, sat down on the ground, and kept backing away. He was dead, how could he be dead?
The King of Xixia finally realized something was wrong and came over to see Feng Feixu, who was no longer breathing. He looked at Feng Huailue in disbelief and did not speak, but his meaning was clear.
You beat your own sister to death?
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