Hilarious Mengfei: Princess, you should take medicine

Chapter 666
"But you still lost." Nan Fengyan showed a sad and proud smile.

Even if he has come to this point, even if he has planned for so many years.But he still failed, and he still became his prisoner.

"No. I didn't lose because you didn't win either. I just lost to her son, not to you."

He was willing to lose to Qingchengwu's son.

"Hahahaha... That's right, I didn't win either. I never won." Nan Fengyan looked up to the sky and burst out laughing.

Then he waved to Nan Fengxuan, "Go down! The days to come may be spent in one place forever."

The implication is that he will be imprisoned, but he will not be killed.

When Nan Fengxuan heard this, his eyes were full of ridicule, "Nan Fengyan, do you feel sorry for me? You didn't kill me back then, and you don't kill me now, just because you owe me. Not only her , even the throne."

The imperial decree of passing the throne back then was too strange.The emperor's father passed away in a hurry, leaving only a will.The posthumous edict was to pass on the throne to Nan Fengyan, but in fact he was the son loved by his father.

Nan Fengyan was silent and did not speak.

The battle for the throne was originally about life and death.He was able to ascend to the throne, all relying on his own ability.Nan Fengxuan did not sit in this position because Nan Fengyan won.

Originally, the strong should be respected, sitting on the blood and bones of others to sit in this position.

"Nan Fengyan, you stole other people's lives, don't you really think that you will be punished one day?" Nan Fengxuan asked.

Now is the time for retribution.Now is the time for his retribution.

He should go to hell.

"Ahem..." Nan Fengyan coughed violently a few times. "The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I am willing to bet and admit defeat."

"Hey..." Nan Fengxuan didn't say anything more.

And he is not going to explain clearly.Because he and he will never be the same kind of person.

Nor should he expect that he will learn to repent in his last days because of death, because of the fear of going to hell.

Nan Fengxuan walked out of the gate of the palace with his head held high.This is a terrible world, where many people are becoming more and more cruel, indifferent, and less and less human.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Nan Fengyan looked at Nan Fengxuan's back and coughed violently, and then took out a painting from nowhere.

The woman in the painting looks particularly moving under the peach blossom tree, with a red wall behind her, and she looks up at the sky, where two birds fly by.

Fly together!

He stared at the two birds in the sky with envy.What a beautiful scene, when he suddenly saw such a scene, he thought it was extremely beautiful, so he quietly drew it and treasured it.

But she never thought about what she was thinking when she raised her head and looked at the small sky with those bright eyes?

Does she want to be free?Want to fly wing to wing like those two birds?

He didn't seem to understand her.

Even if he understood, he pretended not to understand.Always use the strongest method to keep her by your side.

My heart throbbed slightly, did he really do something wrong?

After sitting there for a while, he finally closed his eyes and said to the outside: "Come here, tell me about the Seventh Prince."

When Nan Fengjin walked in, the whole hall was dark and silent, only the flickering candlelight was flickering, the whole hall was closed, there was no life, no light.

Shrouded in darkness, people felt a little bit of sadness and chill.

And the person sitting at the top of the hall fell down there slumped, bowed his waist, like an old man in his twilight years.

It seemed that at this moment, he finally realized that this person was already old.He is no longer the high-spirited emperor above the court, the emperor who seems to be able to shock the world when he sits there.

He is not an emperor, he is just an ordinary old man.

He seemed really old.

Only at such a moment, Nan Fengjin finally saw his body that was not enveloped by the imperial power and throne.It actually made people feel distressed for a moment.

"Jin'er." Nan Fengyan yelled, and then smiled when he saw how weak he was.Smiling like a loving father, but with a hint of pathos.

"Father."

Nan Fengyan looked at him, feeling a little relieved, the son he had single-handedly raised, the best son in his eyes, had finally grown into the best and best in his mind.

He finally waited for such a day.

"Do you remember when you were a child? Once, the day you were locked up by the queen." Nan Fengyan suddenly asked Nan Fengjin.

Nan Fengjin was stunned for a moment, and then recalled the scene of that day. At that time, he was still very young, his mother and concubine died, and he was fostered by the queen.

But the queen treated him badly, and he would not deliberately try to please the queen. The queen got angry and locked him in a small dark room.

He only remembered that the room was so dark, and he had never felt so dark before.No one came to his loud calls, he squatted in a small corner, sobbing.But no one will come at all.

At that time, it seemed very hopeless.He had just experienced the pain of losing his mother, and before he understood it, his whole body was shrouded in darkness.Life at that time was dark and terrifying.

"How do you know?" Nan Fengjin looked at Nan Fengyan in surprise and asked.The Queen would definitely not be so stupid as to tell him about this matter.If he knew, why didn't he come to save himself at that time?

"Because I've been outside all the time. I'm standing outside the door, looking at you inside, listening to your voice inside. There's a wall, and you won't know that I'm actually there all the time."

Such an answer surprised Nan Fengjin.There is even more anger.

If he had been there all along, if he had known all along, why didn't he show up?

"Why?" It sounded like it came from inside the chest.

Therefore, he may have hated him very early in his heart.Hate mother and concubine's death, hate him for not caring so much for him.

Nan Fengyan's face showed a confident brilliance, "Because you are my son, the son I love the most. You need to be strong and brave. Because you will be the emperor in the future, and the emperor who will rule the world in the future." .”

Nan Fengjin heard such absurd answers.In Nan Fengyan's mouth, it was so high-sounding.

"No, you are wrong. This is not what I have ever needed. The little me back then did not need the throne, nor did I need to rule the world. What I needed was a hug, and a small hug was enough. .”

"Wrong?" Nan Fengyan murmured to himself and asked.

(End of this chapter)