The green tea system is lying to me again

Chapter 347 Becoming the Prince’s Pampered Little Fox 37
Concubine De looked at him distressedly, but couldn't answer Feng Heng's question.

Abbot Jingyuan could only perform Buddhist rituals to Fengheng and pray for him.

fraud……

Feng Heng can often dream of the fire at Yuguo Temple, which turned half of the sky red, and the flying ashes were messy all over the ground, covering up the cruel killing.

And he is like a lonely ghost in this cold temple, with no peace of mind.

Concubine De's health was originally not good, and she died of terminal illness within a few days after the fire.Before leaving, he gave Feng Heng the talisman that could command the Murong Divine Army.

The cause of Defei's death was chronic poisoning, but she could only claim that it was caused by the fire at Yuguo Temple, because there was no way to produce any evidence to point to the queen.

Even though she has always been a maid ordered by the empress to take care of Concubine De's daily life personally.Now it is completely burned, and there is no physical evidence.

The prince is the only heir of the empress, but together with the guards around him, they were all buried in the fire of the Yuguo Temple, which is really strange!

Although Concubine De died, Feng Heng was still alive.

How can the queen be willing!

Why is Feng Heng alive, but her Han'er is dead!The Murong family must have something to do with this fire!
The queen kept insisting that it was the thieves who did it, and there must be a mastermind behind it to dare to set fire so viciously and murder her Han'er!If she can't get justice for her Han'er, she won't be able to sleep peacefully.

The queen made such a fuss in front of the palace, pointing the finger at Murong, and wanted to ask the emperor to make decisions for her.

However, the Murong family was all exiled to the border by the emperor, so how could there be any dignitaries left in the capital, let alone those powerful enough to compete with the queen and prince.

If Feng Heng did it, what ability can a prince who has been left out in the cold have?
What a nonsense!

After all, it was the crown prince of a country who died, and the real culprit has not yet been found. In order to appease the queen, the emperor also took great pains.

After a few days of mourning for the whole country, there was news of victory at the frontier. The Murong army should have made great contributions in recovering the Thirteen Cities occupied by foreign slaves!Both inside and outside the court and the public sighed endlessly, and the situation changed in a blink of an eye.

Originally, they wanted them to die on the battlefield, killing people with swords, but now the Murong army has recovered the thirteen cities and returned in armor.

Even if the emperor wanted to suppress the Murong family, he couldn't turn a blind eye to his illustrious military achievements. If he wanted to maintain his image as a good emperor, he couldn't ignore the aspirations of his subjects.

Before Murong Jun returned to Beijing to receive the reward, the emperor pardoned Feng Heng to return to the palace.

Eunuch Su, who was sent to welcome Feng Heng back to the palace, could hardly forget the scene of seeing Feng Heng again.

In the past, the seventh prince of Yushu Lanzhi opened the door with a long sword. He was dressed in white, his black hair was casually scattered behind him, and he wore a white forehead belt. He was so handsome that he was not like ordinary people.

The beautiful eyes are as deep as the sea, without waves and waves, and the aura around her is cold and evil.

Eunuch Su flicked his fly whisk and said worriedly, "Your Highness, this is... what happened!"

"Just killed an assassin."

Without even lifting his eyelids, Feng Heng took a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood-dripping sword clean, and smiled with his lips curled up, "Is Mr. Su going to check the identity of the thief? It's still hot."

Eunuch Su was so shocked that he dared to look into the room, and shouted: "Your Highness Seventh! How dare you, slave!"

"You dare not."

Feng Heng said indifferently, "There must be someone who would dare."

Eunuch Su: "...!!"

Zhesha Nu!

What crime did His Highness suffer to become what he is now!
There were not many attendants who came to pick up Feng Heng, but Ouchi guards were specially sent to escort him back to the palace.

Abbot Jingyuan was in front of the temple gate, watching Feng Heng go down the mountain.

The road is still long, and fortune and misfortune are unpredictable.

can only bless --

Your Highness Wanan.

(End of this chapter)