Chapter 225: The Underpants Are Lifted

Emperor Taikang pointed at Consort Gao and said, "The murderer of the empress has not been found yet. What are you doing? Back off."

The wind blew, and Concubine Gao Guifei's snake-like bun stood tall, her clothes fluttered, and her eyes were determined and she refused to give way.

"Ah Lang, I am helping you find the murderer. If these two people lied, then the murderer they said might not be the murderer. Or should we just wait and do nothing? We must wrongly accuse a good person and let the thunder judge right and wrong?"

Li Zhengchun shuddered at these words.

He has been struck by lightning three times and is really scared. Yes, but why did he come here to serve as a witness?

Li Zhengchun suddenly regretted it and his throat became hoarse due to the inflammation.

The emperor also remembered the thunderbolt that struck the Xiao family.

He asked, and at that time, except for Chang'an City, everything else was calm.

So you can't mess with Feng Ying.

But he couldn't just sit there and watch his son and concubine being forced into a desperate situation.

Once Song Yun's identity is made public, pretending to be the legitimate son, he will never be able to be appointed as the crown prince in this lifetime.

The emperor firmly opposed the dripping of blood and said, "Whether it is the Feng family, this is not the way to check it."

"Ah Lang, what if I insist?"

"you……"

A man and a woman, two of the most noble people in the world, confronted each other in front of everyone.

Feng Ying thought that this was not a solution.

The arms cannot beat the thighs. At most, Concubine Gao has fatter arms, and the emperor’s thighs are not skinny. In the end, Concubine Gao cannot beat the emperor, right?

What should I do?

Li Jidao thought: [It would be nice if Huahua was here. Huahua can control people's bodies and make King Qi bleed from the nose.]

Song Jie, who just came in from outside: Okay, I heard it.

Fortunately, he habitually used his senses to detect his surroundings, otherwise he would have missed it.

Li Jidao had just finished thinking when he discovered that Song Yun was really bleeding from the nose.

Li Jidao: [……]

What a coincidence.

【God is really helping me. 】

[The old emperor and Huo Nanfeng are cousins. Although many cousins ​​get married, they got married by chance. The child Song Yun was born with congenital deficiencies and a bad temper. The older she gets, the weirder she becomes. She also suffers from physical pain and is prone to bleeding.]

[As long as we tell the emperor that Song Yun is ill and that he must use his parents' blood to relieve his symptoms, we don't have to worry about Huo Nanfeng not admitting it.]

[If I stand up and say these things now, will they not let me finish because I stutter? ]

[This is such a headache. If Huahua were here, we could communicate through perception.]

Feng Ying: [I understand. Even without Huahua, you are still a mother.]

Song Jie: You may not know that many people around you can hear your inner voice.

Li Zhengchun: [Is it Ah Jian who is saying something? Why can I hear it before, but now I can only hear a few words occasionally, and can't even make a sentence. Did she say it or not? ]

Song Jie: Oh, what qualifications do you have to be able to hear? Aren't all the Li family members experts? The problem is, Li Zhengchun said he can't hear.

So how did the Li family hear it?

The emperor and Concubine Gao also saw Song Yun bleeding from her nose.

The emperor called Liu Zhen: "Quickly call the imperial physician."

Then he looked at Concubine Gao Guifei and said, "Don't say anything more. The prince has become sick because of you."

Concubine Gao frowned slightly, but even if she let it go like this, where would she find opportunities in the future?

Feng Ying said at this time: "Sage, please listen to what I have to say. Even the imperial physician cannot cure your illness."

"The prince was obviously born by two close relatives in accordance with the rites of Zhougong. He was born with a disease. Only by feeding his blood with the blood of his biological father and mother can his disease be alleviated. Otherwise, the prince's physical and mental condition in the future will be worrying."

"What are you talking about?" Emperor Taikang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became furious and shouted, "Come here, take this bitch away and chop her up, chop her up!"

Feng Ying: “!!”

Just say it, just say it, you touch the tiger's butt every day, it's not a cat, how can it not eat people?

The Emperor had never lost his temper like this before, and even Concubine Gao had never seen it before.

Everyone was so frightened that you could hear a pin drop.

Emperor Taikang looked at the fear and shock on everyone's faces and slowly regained his thoughts.

He, he, broke through.

But I really can't help it.

How dare this bitch, how dare she speak out the secret he had kept in his heart in front of so many people?

Who gave her the courage?

Emperor Taikang was so angry that he fluttered his sleeves and said, "Pull it down, pull it down!"

Even if he was sober, he would chop this bitch to pieces.

Li Zhengchun was so frightened that he dared not say a word, fearing that the emperor would be angry with him.

If I had known this, I really wouldn’t have come.

Seeing that no one was coming to save him, Feng Ying thought quickly and said, "Of course the saint can kill this foolish woman, but I'm afraid no one will be able to cure the prince's illness in the future."

Right?

I don’t know if others can do it.

Blow it first.

Song Yun and Huo Nanfeng originally wanted Feng Ying to die, but Huo Nanfeng and the emperor really had a blood relationship.

Song Yun does have problems sometimes.

No one else has mentioned this matter. Could it be that only Feng Ying can cure it?

Their lives are at stake, so they dare not gamble.

But if Feng Ying was not killed, wouldn't that be tantamount to admitting that the relationship between them was unusual?

When the two people hesitated about what to do.

When Concubine Gao saw that Feng Ying was quite useful, she secretly snorted and asked Feng Ying: "Can you really cure the prince's illness?"

"It can't be cured, but it can be relieved. Otherwise, the prince's headache might drive him crazy."

Speaking of this, Song Yun suddenly lost the courage to kill Feng Ying.

It is difficult for healthy people to understand that when people are sick, they really want to die. They don’t care about reputation or status as long as the symptoms can be relieved.

"Aye!" Song Yunjian didn't even dare to recall how painful his headache was. He looked at Emperor Taikang pleadingly.

But by doing this, he has already admitted that he is indeed sick.

Emperor Taikang slowly lowered his hands, looking dazed and tired.

He has hidden this secret for more than twenty years. Isn't it going to be revealed today?

Concubine Gao rolled her eyes and said, "What do you mean? Feng, what do you mean by saying that the Prince of Qi was born to two close relatives?"

Feng Ying: “…”

Are you really not afraid of death?

Emperor Taikang glared at Concubine Gao. He should have killed her, killed her, this bitch.

Concubine Gao didn't care about the emperor's eyes and asked Huo Nanfeng, "Prince Qi is your son, you don't have to deny it, unless you don't want to save him now. Then what is the relationship between you and Alang? Speak up!"

"you……"

"Shut up!"

Emperor Taikang suddenly roared.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground with their heads lowered, he rubbed his head and said, "Go back to the palace."

It can be seen that even if it is not pointed out explicitly, these people understand what is going on.

I don’t want to say it anymore, and I can’t say it anymore.

He must end this matter with strong measures.