Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

In the announcement from the attendants, Fu Ling pursed his lips slightly, and stepped into the palace.

In the silence of the room, he lowered his eyes and lowered his head, ignoring the substantive cold gaze above, knelt on the ground, and said softly: "I have seen the Holy One."

He woke up from a coma for many days, and had only drank a few sips of tea until now, when he knelt on the ground suddenly, his eyes immediately went dark.Fu Ling bit the tip of his tongue, and the faint smell of iron spread out in his mouth, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes had regained their clarity.

The man above didn't ask him to get up, so he knelt on the ground with a calm expression.

Fu Yi sat on top, looking at Fu Ling motionlessly.

Fu Ling lowered his head halfway, he could only see the upper half of his face clearly, and saw that his exposed skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and because he lowered his eyes, the ends of his eyes were a little downcast, but his eyes were cold, and there was no reason for him to appear. A little unruly.

He looked at Fu Ling's eyebrows in fascination, and thought to himself: It really looks like...these eyebrows seem to be carved out of the same mold as hers.Fu Ling looks like him everywhere, except his eyebrows and eyes follow her. Fu Yi thinks that the best part of Fu Ling's appearance is also these eyebrows and eyes.

Fu Yi opened his lips slightly, and silently read a name.

He wandered again for a moment, as if he had forgotten his son who was seriously injured and hadn't seen him for more than ten years, and turned his head to look at the sky outside the window.

The window lattices cut the sky into different shapes, and the square inch of the sky became fragmented.

At this moment, half of Fu Yi's face was hidden in the darkness, he looked at the sky in a daze, his eyes dim.

After a stick of incense, Fu Yi finally came back to his senses, propped his chin on one hand, and glanced lazily at Fu Ling.

He snorted, and said in a strange way: "Why have you been to Dayu for so many years, and you can't talk anymore after you come back?" He asked: "Don't even say a word about my son? Don't you call my father the emperor? What should you do about this?" Learn from your elder brother and second brother. No matter how they arrange me in private, they still have to respectfully call me "Father" when they get in front of me."

Fu Yi stared at him and smiled, his eyes turned cold a little bit: "I am happy to coax you, so I am willing to give you glory and wealth. Do you think it makes sense?"

Fu Yi is indeed a person who likes to listen to good things.

It's not for nothing that he loved Fu Hong the most over the past few years.Because although Fu Hong has the most eyes, he behaves better than a son of a bitch in front of Fu Yi. At least on the surface, he is the son who is most willing to cooperate with Fu Yi in acting.

The sad thing is that after more than ten years of acting in this play, Fu Yi is still calm, but Fu Hong gradually takes that false favor seriously. He really thinks that Fu Yi is the best father in the world, willing to tolerate all his mistake.

Fu Ling thought, why is Fu Hong so stupid?

But don't blame him, because he was so stupid many years ago.

Facing the man's question, Fu Ling twitched the corners of his lips: "You are the king, and I am the minister, so there is no problem in calling you Majesty."

In fact, both Fu Yi and Fu Ling knew how perfunctory these words were.

Why didn't he shout?It was obvious that he didn't want to shout.

Fu Yi smiled.

He didn't bother to continue talking about the address, and asked Fu Ling straight to the point: "If I remember correctly, you should not be able to clearly understand the injury? Why did you rush to see me before the injury healed?"

He said meaningfully: "This kind of filial piety is really touching."

Fu Ling thought of what Fu Sui said not long ago, his eyes darkened.

"I heard that you are going to send troops to Dayu, so I am here to persuade you."

He finally raised his head, looked into the eyes of the man in front of him, and said fearlessly: "Beiyan and Dayu have maintained peace for so many years, why do you want to break the balance?"

"It turns out that you came to me because of this."

Fu Yi let out a cry of enlightenment.

He also didn't want to find out where Fu Ling got the news, so he got up straight and walked to Fu Ling, looked down at him, and said with disdain: "But what are you, why do you think that you can just say a few words, Will I give up my decision?"

Fu Ling looked at him coldly: "Dayu's troops are not weak, and there are Xie's troops at the border. Going to war will only waste people's money and money, and it will also cause people on the border to be displaced."

Speaking of this, he slowly got up, looked at Fu Yi whose face was getting colder, and finally couldn't hold back the ridicule: "—or you have forgotten the scene of Beiyan's iron cavalry being chased by Xie Jiajun many years ago and fled gone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ling felt his body was pushed hard.

In the past, he still had the strength to stand firm, but now he was seriously injured and just woke up from a coma. He looked calm, but in fact he couldn't exert half of his strength.

Pushed by Fu Yi, Fu Ling immediately fell heavily to the ground.

The wound on his chest was torn open, and Fu Ling could smell blood oozing out.

His lips turned white from the pain, but seeing the furious look of the man in front of him, he felt full of joy.

He put one hand on the ground and slowly stood up from the ground: "Did it hit your sore spot?"

Fu Ling always knew that Xie Yan was a thorn in Fu Yi's heart.

Before Xie Yan appeared, Beiyan's army was invincible wherever it went.

Before hearing the name Xie Yan, Fu Yi never knew what failure is.

The greatest shame in his life was when he heard that Xie Jiajun had forced Beiyan's army to retreat more than ten years ago.

Fu Yi grabbed Fu Ling's skirt and pulled him forward, looking directly at Fu Ling with cold eyes: "Don't forget, if it wasn't for Xie Yan, you wouldn't have been working in Dayu for more than ten years." proton."

He clenched his teeth and squeezed out the words: "They forced them to do all of this."

Fu Ling opened his fingers one by one, and said slowly: "But the one who decides to send the son to Dayu is the father."

He called Fu Yi's father at this time, which was completely ironic to Fu Yi's ears.

Fu Yi was stunned for a moment.He looked at the face of the young man in front of him that was similar to his own when he was young, and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say a word for a while.

For a moment, Fu Yi was afraid to meet Fu Ling's eyes that seemed to see everything.

He shook his sleeves and sneered, stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, turned his back to Fu Ling for a long time, and suddenly said: "If I say, Liao Yuan's health is going to die now?"

General Liao...?

Fu Ling was stunned.

Fu Yi turned to look at him with mocking eyes.

His loud words resounded in the empty house.

"Many years ago, Xie Yan led the Xie family army to embarrass my Beiyan army. Now that Xie Yan is gone, Liao Yuan is about to fall. The Xie family army is at its weakest moment. You treat me like a fool and won't catch it. This opportunity?"

"—The shame that Xie Yan brought for so many years can only be erased by the blood of Xie Jiajun and Dayu people."

"What's more, Qin Houde is too deceitful. He knows you are the prince of Beiyan, but he still tries to chase you down? He just doesn't pay attention to me, and now he can't blame me for taking advantage of others."

Fu Ling raised his eyes and paused word by word: "I sent that sword into my chest with my own hands."

His expression was indifferent: "You don't have to blame others."

Fu Yi laughed loudly: "You think I don't know about that affair between you and Xie Zhao?"

At this time, he no longer calls himself me.

Fu Yi sneered: "It's ridiculous, you would do this for a man, even at the risk of betting your own life for a future with him."

The corner of his mouth twitched, but his eyes were cold: "Royal people shouldn't have feelings, let alone you are my chosen successor. Fu Ling, you are so pitifully stupid and cutely innocent."

Satisfied with the sudden sinking of Fu Ling's face, Fu Yi showed a malicious smile, and continued: "I heard that the child once wanted to let you go? You said that if he heard that all the Xie Jiajun created by his father would be Destroyed by Beiyan people, will he hate you?"

Hearing Fu Yi mention Xie Zhao, Fu Ling's breath was suffocated.

He tried his best to maintain an even face, but his hand hidden in his sleeve unconsciously clenched into a fist, his veins exposed.

"Like a wolf cub."

Fu Yi glanced at him casually, "Don't show your claws to others before they grow. Don't forget, you are just a prince now."

This is the blatant warning.

Fu Ling's heart sank gradually.

Because he is just a prince, so there are shackles in everything he does?

He thought, what if it's not just the prince...

Fu Ling's silence made Fu Yi very happy.

"You should know that love and love are all deceitful things. In the emperor's house, you are destined to be lonely."

Fu Yi sat on the bed and waved his hands lazily: "Go back and recover from your injuries, and don't worry about that brat from the Xie family anymore——between you and him, hatred is normal, as for love?"

He sneered: "Give up your mind."

Fu Ling looked at him quietly for a long time, his eyes darkened.

After a long while, the corners of his lips raised slightly: "I thank you, Father, for your teaching."

If being the crown prince can't stop it, then what if... stand taller?

In this case, no one can stop him and Xie Zhao?

More and more blood spilled from the wound on his chest, Fu Ling covered his chest, but felt that desire kept growing on his chest like vines.

At this moment, he suddenly made a decision.

The author has something to say: Mr. He: If I were in Beiyan... (Suddenly I have such an idea hahahahaha)

Yes, His Highness's father is indeed an incomparable mad dog emperor with high self-esteem.

After that is Xie Zhao's perspective.