Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Ten, De Yin Mo Violation 7

In the evening of that day, Bai Yima came out from Jiechai Mansion, and was waiting to go back to the mansion, but just as he stepped down the steps, a figure rushed out and knelt down in front of him.

"Who is it?" The servant in front of the mansion immediately drew his sword to protect.

"Cao Min is a sinner, Feng Renran's eldest son, Feng Wuyi." The kneeling man raised his head, and saw a youthful face that was black and blue with cold.

Hearing the identity of the visitor, the government office rushed to swallow the scolding, and said: "This is not the place you came from, leave quickly."

Feng Wuyi looked up at Bai Yima, "My lord, Caomin's father is unforgivable, and Caomin dare not ask for extravagant mercy. As a son of man, Caomin only wants to give his father a meal and a pot of wine. With all the love of a son of man, I hope that your lord will be merciful, and please accept Caomin's request."

Bai Yima saw the boy's body trembling in the cold wind, but kneeling straight, with a pair of clear and firm eyes on his black face, he couldn't help but sighed softly, and then took off the cloak on his body On the young man's body, he turned his head to the yamen servant beside him and said, "Take him to see his father." Looking back, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure standing at the corner of the alley several feet away, his eyes paused, Slowly looking around, the lonely and pale figure in the corner of the alley is no longer the beautiful face of the past, only the brows and corners of the eyes still carry the softness of the past, and her sad eyes look at the boy on the ground with concern, as if feeling Seeing his gaze, she raised her eyes to look at him. The two of them were separated by a distance of several meters, and after more than ten years, they looked at each other silently, and they were completely different from each other. For a moment, she bowed her head to him, her slender neck curved in a gentle arc, like a prayer, or a farewell. He nodded slightly in return, then looked back at the boy kneeling on the ground.

Feng Wuyi never thought that his request would be answered so easily, so he immediately stayed on the spot.

Since the imperial decree came to Fengfu, the mansion has been in chaos. He originally wanted to enter the palace to ask his aunt Fengfei for help, but what he received in front of the unobstructed palace gate in the past was cold eyebrows. Only then did I realize that today's Feng's family is no longer yesterday's Feng's family. After he calmed down, he knew that the Feng family was hopeless, and the only thing he could do was to see his father for the last time, but the guard in front of the prison said that he could not meet without His Majesty's order. Now asking for an imperial decree is harder than ascending to the sky. When he was desperate, he followed the advice of his third aunt, Feng Jianjia, and waited for Bai Yima to leave the mansion in Jiechai mansion. Today, this young master of the Hou family has already experienced the warmth and coldness of the world. At this moment, Bai Yima put on a cloak, warming his almost frozen body, he couldn't help feeling sour in his heart and hot in his eyes, and almost shed tears. Although he is young and mature, he is only sixteen years old after all.

"Yes." The yamen servant responded.

Feng Wuyi came back to his senses, and hurriedly kowtowed to Bai Yima, "Thank you, my lord, the grass people will never forget their great kindness until death!"

Bai Yima shook his head, then turned around and walked down the steps without looking sideways, and returned home in a sedan chair.

Behind him, the yamen servant led Feng Wuyi to the death row, while the figure at the corner of the alley quietly left.

When I arrived at the dark and cold death cell, I saw the former graceful and upright Marquis Ying lying on the grass in prison clothes.

"Father!" Feng Wuyi hurried forward, but could only call to each other through the prison fence.

Feng Renran heard the call, sat up, saw the flash of surprise in his son's eyes, but frowned and said: "Wuyi, you shouldn't come."

"Father..." Feng Wuyi choked up and couldn't speak.

Feng Renran sighed softly, and looked at the yamen servant, "Brother, can you let my father and son talk for a while?"

The yamen servant nodded and walked away.

"Father." The tears that Feng Wuyi had been holding back finally flowed out.

"Don't cry, you have no clothes." Across the prison fence, Feng Renran reached out and stroked the top of his son's head, "You will be the head of my Feng family from now on, so be stronger."

"Father." Feng Wuyi looked up at his father, "Then Liang Duo was just dying, without evidence or evidence, why did you plead guilty and lead to death?"

"Silly boy." Feng Renran shook his head lightly, "Only if I die can the family be safe."

"Father." Feng Wuyi mourned in his heart.

Feng Renran looked at the front of the prison door and saw no one, so he lowered his voice and said: "Wu Yi, you must remember what your father said at this moment."

Feng Wuyi wiped away tears and nodded.

"Although our five great families helped His Majesty rule the world, it has now become His Majesty's taboo. Although Liang Duo's dying move has no basis, His Majesty must keep it in mind, and if he doesn't move for a while, he will deal with it. The Liang family is a reflection of the Feng family. Although my Feng family is down today, except for my father's life and some other wealth, everyone in the family is safe, and more importantly, the empress and the fifth prince are safe. As long as they are here, we will be safe. The Feng family will continue." Feng Renran held his son's hand and told him carefully, "After the death of my father, you lead the people to move to Xiaoye, study behind closed doors, keep a low profile, and wait for the time to come when my Feng family will rise. .”

"I remember." Feng Wuyi thought of his father's imminent death, and couldn't help but shed tears again, "It's just, father...you..." He choked up several times, but couldn't get into words.

Feng Renran looked at his son full of grief, but he endured the pain and said: "Wuyi, the road ahead will be difficult. You have to support your younger siblings and honor your mother. The Liang family has been destroyed. Your third aunt You and your cousin should also take care of you."

"Yes, I remember." Feng Wuyi nodded, firmly grasping his father's hand.

Feng Renran let go of his son's hand, and then slowly pulled out his own, "Okay, that's all I want to say for my father, you go, this is not a place to stay for a long time." He looked again carefully The son glanced at him, then turned his back resolutely.

"Father!" Feng Wuyi felt a great pain in his heart, and finally couldn't help crying.

"Let's go!" Feng Renran closed her eyes.

Feng Wuyi raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and lifted the bamboo basket beside him, "Father, this is the wine brought by my son, so I bid farewell to my father here, and wish my father a safe journey." He knelt He fell to the ground and kowtowed heavily.

Tears ooze from the corners of Feng Renran's eyes, but his body remains motionless.

Feng Wuyi stood up, then raised her sleeves to wipe off the tears on her face, took another look at her father's back, then turned around and walked out of the prison.

The ninth day of the ninth day, Maoshi.

Feng Renran Bai Ling committed suicide.