minister wants to kill the king

"The matter starts from the last life, when Ashina Daiqin was arrested and brought back." Feng Su said.

Ashina Daiqin's words made the accompanying ministers explode, and soon, Xue Lang's real identity was full of controversy.

The Turkic crowd had no leader, Ashina Daiqin was arrested, and Ashinayan had already died in the hands of Ashina Daiqin. If Xue Lang knew his true identity, there was no guarantee that Xue Lang would not take refuge in Turks in a fit of anger. Attack Daqi.

In addition, there were rumors that Xue Lang and Feng Su were at odds. In the past few years, the accusations of impeaching Xue Lang's defiant people have almost piled up. There have always been rumors that Xue Lang was trying to plot rebellion, but because Feng Su has been turning a blind eye to Xue Lang's matter, everyone has been so stalemate.

Now that the news that Xue Lang is the son of Turkic Moruo Khan came out, the courtiers went crazy and formed a long team to guard the entrance of the Xuanzheng Hall, vowing to ask Feng Su to give an explanation.

The courtiers exerted pressure again and again, Feng Su had no choice but to urgently order Xue Lang to return to Beijing.

As soon as this matter happened, Feng Su had no way to expose the matter lightly, and ordered Xue Lang's eight major crimes to be committed, and Xue Lang was imprisoned when Xue Lang entered Beijing.

The court kept Xue Lang's true identity under wraps, and declared that Xue Lang intended to rebel, but outsiders and ordinary people only believed that Xue Lang had committed a crime before being imprisoned.People who are not of my race must have a different heart. Everyone thought that Xue Lang, who is a foreigner, was not pleasing to the eye, so they all clapped their hands and applauded after the accident.

"The courtiers threatened each other with death, and they all said that if I don't execute you, I will crash you to death in front of the Xuanzheng Palace."

Xue Lang commented, "It's really embarrassing."

"I'm not complaining to you." Feng Su said, "Actually, I went to see you, and you were asleep at that time."

On the first night Xue Lang was imprisoned, Feng Su went to see him. The jailer said he wanted to eat the wontons at the entrance of Baishi Lane, but Zhang Bo had passed away, so Feng Su asked the jailer to go to the best Yunlai Building in the capital to find the cook’s buns. Send it to Xue Lang early in the morning.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the senior wore a thin jersey and fell asleep leaning against the cold wall, but martial arts practitioners were always alert, Feng Su didn't dare to stand too close, so he could only look at Xue Lang from a distance. meeting.

He didn't dare to wake Xue Lang up, for fear that Xue Lang would ask him why, because he couldn't answer.

Feng Su paused and said, "Xue Lang must die."

Xue Lang's expression remained unchanged, "It's over."

"Then I came up with an idea. I found a death row prisoner who looked a little like you." Feng Su continued, "I asked someone to modify his appearance. The resulting appearance was half or half like yours, but it was enough to deceive those people. Minister."

Xue Lang finally raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Su with a little surprise.

But it is not easy to let Xue Lang fake death. As an emperor, although he is powerful, he still has to worry about the ministers' intentions. His words and deeds are watched by people. You can't do whatever you want.

First of all, it was very difficult to transfer Xue Lang out of prison.

Everyone has made up their minds to put Xue Lang to death, and Feng Su's attitude of avoiding and procrastinating has also aroused the dissatisfaction of the courtiers.

This clumsy plan failed in the end. Aware of the emperor's intentions, several important officials made their own decisions and advanced Xue Lang's execution time.

Even Feng Su was deceived.

Feng Su: "When I arranged for someone to rescue you, I learned that you had been taken to the execution ground. It was too late."

He dealt with a minister involved in the interference case, but Xue Lang was dead.

The common people applauded, and the courtiers were relieved, completely forgetting that it was this foreigner who helped them resist the Turks.He was the only one looking at Xue Lang's coffin, feeling overwhelmed with pain.

Xue Lang's expression remained calm, and he looked at Feng Su with a smile in his eyes, "It's over now."

Feng Su hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and saw Xue Lang turned sideways and lifted the curtain to look outside the car, "You're so talkative, it's almost dark."

Fengsu ""

Xue Lang: "Then the head is gone, and I don't want to hear what you think in your heart next. You are dead, and what happens after you has nothing to do with me."

Feng Su said firmly, "Yes, it has nothing to do with you."

The carriage stopped, the dusk was getting dark outside, and the soldiers began to set up camp.

Xue Lang went out, Feng Su leaned against the wall of the car and sat for a while, opened the curtain, outside was a vast expanse of white snow, and he didn't know where he was.He roughly counted, and there were about a thousand soldiers accompanying him.

He knew that Xue Lang didn't believe his words.That's right, now, Xue Lang has no reason to believe him

After a while, Xue Lang came in with a bowl. Inside was a bowl of stewed vegetables, noodles and radishes, etc., and it was still steaming.

Xue Lang put down the bowl, "There's nothing to eat on the march, so let's make do with it."

Feng Su turned his head and stared at him blankly.

Xue Lang seemed to see what Feng Su was thinking, he paused and said, "I don't believe you, although you have indeed made me unable to trust you."

Xue Lang picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, "Eat it yourself or I'll feed you." Feng Su took the bowl and chopsticks silently.

"To be honest, I don't care what happened back then. Whether what you said is true or not, it's just the difference between whether you have feelings for me or not."

Feng Su chewed the food tastelessly, and quietly listened to Xue Lang's words.

Xue Lang: "But now I don't want to care what you think anymore. I just need to bring you back to Xianbei and let you stay by my side for the rest of my life."

Feng Su listened quietly and swallowed the food slowly, Xue Lang also sat quietly opposite to watch Feng Su eat.

It wasn't until Feng Su finished the last mouthful of rice and soup that he put down the bowl and said, "You will use these more than a thousand people to take me to Xianbei"

"Why not"

"If you hate me, you can kill me now, and I will never resist."

Xue Lang laughed, "How could I kill you?" He kissed Feng Su's forehead like a superficial touch, "I like you, Your Majesty."

Feng Su: "But I hate you."

Xue Lang "I hate you too, it's even."

Feng Su said, "When the courtiers find out that I'm missing, they will soon find you. Then where can you escape?"

"By the time they found it, I had already taken you out of the border of Daqi, and they couldn't find it."

Feng Su: "I won't go to Xianbei with you, either kill me or let me go."

With a smile on his face, Xue Lang shook his head slightly.

Feng Su turned his head and looked outside the car, the sky was completely dark, Feng Su said lightly, "If you don't kill me, I will kill you one day."

"Wait and see."

The moonlight was bright and clear, illuminating the snow outside crystal clear, Feng Su looked at the endless snow field and murmured, "You will die here."

After the tent was set up, Xue Lang picked up Feng Su and got out of the car. It was cold and windy outside the car, so Xue Lang hugged Feng Su tighter. Feng Su struggled and said, "Quickly let me down so many people are watching."

Xue Lang "what are you ashamed of?"

He carried Feng Su into the tent, the firewood in the tent was crackling, Xue Lang put Feng Su on the soft blanket, his movements were gentle, and his voice was smiling, "Will I die here? I don't know." I know, but if you make me unhappy again, I will let you die on my bed."

Xue Lang originally thought that it would be all right for him to just look up at his unattainable majesty, until this life, he also held his majesty high, even if he turned his face, he couldn't bear his majesty's embarrassment.

It wasn't until now that he realized that it was the most wonderful thing in the world to drag that person who was so high and unblasphemy into the mud and sink together with him.