Princess Against the World

Jiang Mu at the back cut a palm on his back knee: "Are you looking for death?!"

The prince died of illness, and the emperor was in a rage.

If this grandson is so disrespectful again, he might be arrested and buried with him.

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin fell to the ground heavily.

It was the pain in his knee that made him completely awake and jump up suddenly.

"Grand Duke, Ershuai Ling..."

Fatty Feng's voice was very sharp and piercing in the wailing and wailing.

Baiguan stopped crying one after another and looked up.

In front of the prince's coffin, there were two people leading the way to carry the coffin, which was very dazzling.

Ling Bufan.

Ling Yunxi.

Among the sixty people carrying the coffin, the first person to bear the brunt was Ling Bufan.

Before the coffin, Ling Yunxi was sitting on a wheelchair with a white flag on his shoulders, being pushed by a eunuch.

Everyone was stunned and didn't know what to do.

Even if it is the prince's coffin, whether it's carrying the coffin or leading the way and holding the flag, it's all the humblest eunuch does.

Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi, one is a dignified and brave great duke, the other is a general who was killed by the blood formation, how could they carry the coffin to lead the way for the prince? !

"This……"

Feng Zaitang was the first to react, and quickly got up and rushed up.

"Grand Duke, Second Commander, what are you doing?"

"Stop!" Fang Cheng took a step and stepped out from among the officials: "Lord Zaifu, this is the prince's coffin... You can't be presumptuous!"

My grandfather was despised by the small yinsan, where is Fatty Feng willing to obey.

He glared unhappily and stepped forward: "Fuck you, Fang Cheng, when my grandfather was talking, was it your turn to be so presumptuous?"

"Stop arguing!" Xiao Tongzhou stepped out, his face gloomy: "Before the prince's coffin, no one is allowed to make a fuss."

Feng Chenglin wanted to say something, but Feng Zaitang grabbed his wrist.

He is an old fox, and he has already seen the clues.

With Fang Cheng's humble status, how dare he challenge him as a chieftain.

When he did this, there must be someone behind him.

And this person must be the emperor.

Only with the emperor's promise, Fang Cheng dared to be so unscrupulous.

He looked at Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi, tears looming in his old eyes.

"Grand Duke..."

Fang Cheng glanced at Ling Bufan gloomily: "Lord Zaifu, what are you doing? Brother Bufan and Ershuai Ling feel that the prince has no heirs, so they want to help the prince die!"

Although Feng Chenglin understood that his grandfather was hinting at him, he didn't know what he was hinting at him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"Fuling... to die? Isn't that what the younger generation did? Besides... the great prince and the second marshal..."

They are not the same ancestor, send a fart! !

Feng Zaitang suddenly roared: "Shut up! What is this place, why is it your turn to be a little thing? Go back!"

When he said these words, he squinted at Fang Cheng sharply.

The fool could hear it, he was referring to Sang and scolding Huai.

Of course, Fang Cheng heard it too, but Feng Zaitang seemed to be scolding Fatty Feng, and he was not easy to answer, so he could only sullenly sulky.

Xiao Tongzhou lowered his head insidiously and lowered his voice: "In my cousin, the prince is going to enter the underground palace at three o'clock noon. If the hour is missed, it will be bad... Let's still..."

Feng Zaitang suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him, and walked towards Ling Bufan tremblingly: "You all go back! I'm an old bone, accompany the Duke and Ershuai Ling to send the prince a ride!"

Ling Bufan had been standing there with an expressionless face, but at this moment he couldn't help trembling: "The wind is in the hall!"