"Thank you, Prince, for your concern. I'm just here to take a look. Anyway, the Feng family doesn't need me to worry about someone who has been expelled from the family, right? Presumably, Prince and Noble Consort Liu have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first. "Feng Zhiyao was about to leave after casually cupping his hands in salute to Mo Jingli and Noble Consort Liu.
"Wait." Noble Consort Liu suddenly spoke.
Feng Zhiyao turned around and looked at Noble Consort Liu indifferently.
Noble Consort Liu proudly said, "You can't leave."
Feng Zhiyao suddenly smiled, "Why not?"
"You trespassed into the Supreme Court. Do you think the Supreme Court is a place where you can come and go as you please?" Noble Consort Liu said coldly.
So, Noble Consort Liu just wanted to find an excuse to make him stay. Feng Zhiyao didn't care and asked indifferently, "What do you want? If I want to leave, can you make me stay? "Feng Zhiyao's skills were a bit difficult to deal with a first-rate master like Mo Xiuyao. But it wasn't difficult to deal with Mo Jingli and Noble Consort Liu in this narrow alley.
Before he finished speaking, Mo Jingli had already retreated to the side without leaving a trace. He had fought with Feng Zhiyao when he was young and knew that he was no match for him. In this narrow cell, not many guards could get in. If he was caught or accidentally injured by Feng Zhiyao, it wouldn't look good.
Noble Consort Liu certainly didn't want to fight with Feng Zhiyao. She sneered, "If you dare to leave, I'll kill Feng Huaiting."
Feng Zhiyao looked down. After a while, he sighed helplessly and threw a short knife on the ground from his sleeve. He spread his hands at Noble Consort Liu to show that he didn't have a weapon. Noble Consort Liu was satisfied. She waved her hand and had someone come forward to catch Feng Zhiyao. At the same time, she ordered, "Bring Feng Huaiting out as well. I want to take these two away. King Li, is that alright? "Mo Jingli said impatiently." Up to you. " What he wanted was the Feng family's assets. In the past few years, the two sons of the Feng family had taken over the family business one after another. It didn't matter whether Feng Huiting was there or not. However, he still reminded him, "You'd better be careful. Don't overreach yourself. If you anger Mo Xiuyao, you won't have to die with him. "
Noble Consort Liu snorted discontentedly. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't believe that Mo Xiuyao would kill her.
"I naturally know my limits."
Feng Zhiyao was taken away by Noble Consort Liu without any resistance. Only Feng Huiting was with him. The rest of the Feng family was left to Mo Jingli to deal with. Feng Zhiyao didn't care about what Mo Jingli planned to do. At least compared to the half-crazy Mo Jingqi and the self-righteous Noble Consort Liu, Mo Jingli still knew his limits most of the time. The Feng family fell into his hands. As long as the people of the Prince Ding Mansion were still in the capital, at least their names were guaranteed.
Inside the Prince Ding Mansion.
Mo Xiuyao, who had just received a report from his subordinate, raised his sword-like eyebrows and asked with a smile, "So, Feng Zhiyao was captured by Noble Consort Liu?"
The Shadow Guard, who was standing a few steps away, couldn't help but tremble. He wanted to retreat a little further without leaving a trace to avoid the Prince's seemingly peaceful but actually icy cold flames. But when he met Mo Xiuyao's smiling eyes, he froze. He braced himself and replied, "Prince, Noble Consort Liu not only captured Young Master Feng San from the Supreme Court, but also took away the Feng family's patriarch, Feng Huiting." Mo Xiuyao snorted softly and didn't speak. Ye Li raised her hand and covered Mo Xiuyao's arm. She smiled faintly and said, "Feng Huiting is Feng San's father after all. If Feng San really doesn't care, then he wouldn't be Feng San." How many people in this world could have a heart of stone that didn't care about anything? No matter how much the Feng family neglected Feng Zhiyao, Feng Huiting was still Feng Zhiyao's biological father. It was impossible for Feng Zhiyao to not care about him at all. Just like Leng Haoyu. Leng Haoyu's days in the Leng family might not be better than Feng Zhiyao's, but when he heard that Lenghuai was besieged, Leng Haoyu still remembered it like it was something.
Mo Xiuyao rolled his eyes unhappily. He looked at Ye Li with some grievance and said, "I didn't say that I wouldn't save Feng Huiting. Why is Feng San sacrificing himself now?"
Ye Li smiled and said, "I'm afraid this is an accident. Feng Zhiyao might not have known that Noble Consort Liu and Prince Li would so coincidentally choose to go to the Supreme Court at that time. It seems that this time, not only the Liu family, but even Prince Li is involved in the Feng family's matter. "
Mo Xiuyao was not surprised, "Now, most of the power in the capital is in the hands of Mo Jingli. Without his consent, the Liu family would have to think twice if they want to touch the Feng family. I'm afraid that it's not the Liu family that wants to touch the Feng family, but Mo Jingli that wants to touch the Feng family. "
Ye Li's heart moved. She looked at Mo Xiuyao and said, "The Feng family's property? Mo Jingli controls the wealthiest place in the entire Da Chu State. After all these years, he shouldn't be lacking money. "
Mo Xiuyao smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true. Although Mo Jingli controls most of the southern part of the Da Chu State, his foundation is still very weak. In the end, his foundation is shallow. Jiangnan has a lot of aristocratic families, and their relationships are complicated. It's not that easy for Mo Jingli to get money from these people. And … … raising an army is a money-burning matter. "
"You're saying … … Mo Jingli is secretly expanding the army?" Ye Li naturally understood. She couldn't help but frown when she thought of her own guess.
Mo Xiuyao smiled and nodded, "Mo Jingli hasn't just wanted that dragon throne for a day or two. When the new emperor ascends the throne, we'll return to the Northwest. I won't be in the mood to play with him. " Ye Li frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, "Since it's like this, why must we wait until the new emperor ascends the throne?"
"Because I like to make things difficult for him."
"… …" As long as Mo Xiuyao was in the capital, even if Mo Jingli really wanted to usurp the throne, he wouldn't have the guts.
"Prince … … Prince … …" The subordinate who didn't get a reply was still standing alone in the hall. He pitifully looked at Mo Xiuyao who had clearly forgotten about his existence.
"Is there anything else?" Mo Xiuyao asked.
Finally finding a chance to speak, the pitiful person hurriedly used the fastest speed to clearly report what she wanted to say. "Just now, I received news from Noble Consort Liu that Noble Consort Liu will be visiting Ding Palace tomorrow morning and has some matters to discuss with Wang Ye. Wang Ye, please do not refuse." A certain person who was holding her breath and did not pause for even a moment breathed a sigh of relief.
"Noble Consort Liu? Visit? Don't refuse? "Mo Xiuyao asked with a smile.
The messenger was crying in his heart, 'Your Highness, this subordinate is just a messenger. This has nothing to do with me.'
Ye Li laughed and pulled Mo Xiuyao. She smiled at the subordinate and said, "Alright, Prince knows. You can leave."
"Thank you, Princess. This subordinate will take his leave." The person who let out a sigh of relief turned around and disappeared from the entrance of the hall.
In an unknown prison cell, Feng Zhiyao sat leisurely on the simple bed in the cell. Feng Huiting, who was locked in the cell next door, was still sitting on the bed with his eyes closed. He had no intention of communicating with Feng Zhiyao.
Feng Zhiyao sat at the head of the bed and looked at the man in front of him whose hair was almost white. He snorted softly and walked to the railing to knock on it a few times. After a while, someone came in and stared vigilantly at Feng Zhiyao. He asked, "Third Young Master Feng, what is the matter?" Feng Zhiyao was instantly amused. "Oh? You know me? " Feng Zhiyao casually looked at the inconspicuous middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't have any impression of him. But he could see that his martial arts weren't bad. Feng Zhiyao said, "Bring me a cloak. Do you want to freeze this young master to death?"
The middle-aged man faintly glanced at Feng Zhiyao and turned to leave. After a while, he came in with a dark green brocade rabbit skin cloak. He handed it to Feng Zhiyao and then turned to leave. Feng Zhiyao looked at the dark green cloak in his hand and smiled thoughtfully. He raised his hand and the cloak passed through the bars of the two cells without any obstruction and landed on Feng Huiting's body.
Feng Huiting opened his eyes and stared blankly at the cloak on his body. He tilted his head to look at Feng Zhiyao next to him. Feng Zhiyao had already slowly walked back to his bed and was facing the wall on the other side, ignoring him. It was the middle of March. Even outside, one could feel a bit of coldness, much less in the dark dungeon. As soon as the cloak was on his body, the coldness that had been on his body dissipated greatly. Feng Huiting silently gathered the cloak around his body and looked at the man in the thin red robe across from him. His eyes revealed a rare softness.
Feng Zhiyao was a martial artist and had been on the battlefield for many years. Naturally, he could feel the gaze on his body. He originally wanted to ignore it in a fit of pique, but the gaze didn't move from his body, making him gradually feel uncomfortable. He suddenly turned around and said unhappily, "If you have something to say, just say it." Without waiting for Feng Huiting to speak, Feng Zhiyao continued, "You don't need to think too much. This time, you were implicated by me. Don't worry, I will guarantee that the Feng Family will walk out of prison safely. "
"What did you do?" After a long silence, Feng Huiting asked in a deep voice.
Feng Zhiyao squeezed out a strange smile and looked at Feng Huiting with a trace of deliberate malice. "I kidnapped someone from the palace."
As the head of the Feng Family, Feng Huiting naturally had his own channels of information. Even if someone in the palace went missing, he would still know a thing or two. Hearing Feng Zhiyao's words, his expression couldn't help but change slightly. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "After so many years … you still can't let it go?"
This time, it was Feng Zhiyao's turn to be stunned. He really didn't expect Feng Huiting to know his thoughts back then. He looked at the man across from him with a somewhat complicated expression. After a long while, he anxiously growled, "This has nothing to do with you!"
The empty cell suddenly fell silent. It was so quiet that it was as if the two people's breathing could be heard. After a long while, Feng Huiting said, "You are so daring because you have Prince Ding's support? If Prince Ding is unwilling or can't help you, what will you do? "
Feng Zhiyao was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Isn't it a bit late to teach me a lesson now?"
Feng Zhiyao did feel very guilty for acting impulsively this time, but when faced with Feng Huiting's cold expression and tone, he couldn't calm down and speak properly.
Feng Huiting calmly looked at him for a long time, then finally sighed softly and didn't say anything more. Feng Zhiyao stared blankly at Feng Huiting, who closed his eyes and didn't speak anymore. His heart was filled with mixed feelings, and he didn't know what to think.
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