The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 222:

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She took out a small tube of ointment from her sleeve that was hidden on the flesh and had not been searched by Jin Yuwei. She gently opened her son's head and said, "I'll apply it to you."

Feng Hao obediently turned his head and felt his mother's fingers move delicately and gently on his face. The tentacles were cool and he heard her whisper: "Hao'er, don't worry, my mother will always be with you."

Feng Hao said "hmm" and was half relieved. The pain on his face gradually disappeared, and he felt tired. He yawned, hugged his mother's waist and said, "Then I'll take a nap."

Mrs. Feng patted him gently, just like when she was a child. Feng Hao felt tired and tired. Although there was always some vague uneasiness flashing through his heart, he could not resist the tiredness that penetrated deep into his bones. Fall asleep in mother's arms.

Mrs. Feng gently hugged him and sat on the grass in the iron prison. She lowered her head slightly and looked at her son's sleeping face with slightly wrinkled brows. She carefully drew a stroke on his eyebrows with her fingers. One stroke, engraved in the bottom of my heart.

In a trance, a drop of crystal liquid fell, and it was about to fall on Feng Hao's face. Mrs. Feng spread her palms and caught it like lightning.

She looked at the drop of liquid for a long time, and slowly shed tears again.

Two days ago.

Judging from a bit of skylight peeking through an iron crack above our heads, the sky seemed to be getting brighter.

Feng Hao hasn't woken up yet.

On the iron steps above my head, there was the sound of slow and heavy steps. Although the steps were not strong enough, they had a steady pace. It sounded like the steps of someone who had been in a position of power for a long time.

A corner of a yellow robe loomed at the end of the stairs. In the dim light of the oil lamp, someone stopped far away on the other side of the iron prison.

Mrs. Feng smiled lightly.

Her smile was hidden in the shadows, and no one saw the mysterious and clear expression.

The man kept looking at her from a distance, with emotion in his eyes, and waved his hand for a while.

The sound of footsteps retreated.

"Mingying." The man spoke, his tone indifferent, "If I think about it carefully, I haven't seen you in fifteen years."

Mrs. Feng stood up, her posture was neither humble nor arrogant as her chains clicked lightly, and she saluted the other party, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"The last time I saw you was at the celebration banquet when you returned to court after victory that year." Emperor Tiansheng looked at the beauty's features quietly, his eyes far away, as if he was searching in his memory for the bright, strong and heroic figure of that year. Woman, "At that time, a young lady from an aristocratic family ridiculed you for being unfeminine and unfeminine. You threw a glass of wine and wrote a poem at court in anger. I...I have always remembered it very clearly."

Mrs. Feng smiled faintly and said, "Mingying, thank you for your kindness."

"You are the handsome lady of the day, a great female hero of the generation with outstanding merits. When you were young, you made great contributions to me, Tiansheng." Emperor Tiansheng said in a deep voice with deep regret, "Why did you actually help the evil tyrants later and help each other to accomplish the remaining evil? ?"

Mrs. Feng remained silent, smiled for a long time and said, "It's all injustice."

Emperor Tiansheng fell silent, and the two of them were silent across the iron prison. One was waiting for the final outcome with a calm and cold determination, and the other was in a trance in confusion and confusion, as if he had seen something many years ago. The heroic woman raised her hand and threw the golden cup from the golden palace with a loud voice.

"I dare not perform in the same hall with such vulgar fans, and tarnish the color of our heaven!"

At that time, the woman was as bright as a colorful screen, illuminating the pale hall. From then on, that color remained in my memory. It was not until I revisited it today that I suddenly realized the condensation and ruthlessness of time.

The passing years are like old paper, stuck together by the long-lasting damp haze, unable to lift the heavy mood at the moment.

After a long time, Emperor Tiansheng finally spoke again: "Where is Feng Zhiwei?"

Mrs. Feng seemed to be shocked and said after a while: "She got smallpox not long ago and went out of Beijing to recuperate. She must have returned to Beijing now."

She turned around and looked at Feng Hao, who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly burst into tears. The steadfastness she had maintained seemed to be completely destroyed by these words. She lifted her clothes and knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty... Mingying knows that you will not let Zhiwei go. All Mingying wants... is to die with her..." A tear was about to fall from the corner of her eyes, which made people's hearts sink. "Also, Hao'er is innocent... Please let your Majesty let him go..."

Emperor Tiansheng remained silent for a while, then snorted coldly.

Mrs. Feng lowered her head, digging her fingers into the iron seams, her nails bleeding faintly.

"Bang."

A small package was thrown in front of her, and Emperor Tiansheng's voice was filled with anger, "Mingying, are you still trying to hide it from me now?"

Mrs. Feng opened the package and looked at the contents inside carefully. The more she looked at it, the more she became pale. She reluctantly put the things away calmly and kowtowed: "Mingying doesn't understand what your Majesty means."

"You are really inexplicably loyal to Dacheng!" Emperor Tiansheng shouted angrily, "You actually resorted to such a trick of trying to win over others!"

Mrs. Feng's body trembled slightly, she bit her lower lip and said in a strong voice: "Your Majesty, you have been fooled!"

"I will not be so stupid!" Emperor Tiansheng was furious, "Why does Feng Hao still have a jade lock piece? Why are the birthday numbers on it different? Why is there a secret mark of Dacheng? He is obviously your adopted child. , why do you say she is your biological child? The Wen Po found by Jin Yuwei pointed the clues directly to Feng Zhiwei, but why did that Wen Po die suddenly? I tell you, I found the Dacheng palace servant and testified against Chu Shu. The concubine gave birth to a prince, and I have also found the real mother-in-law who delivered you. Feng Zhiwei is your biological daughter, and Feng Hao is your adopted son. Moreover, he is older than Feng Zhiwei! You can give him all year round The gold lock piece hanging on it changed his birthday and horoscope!"

Mrs. Feng's face changed drastically and she blurted out, "Zhiwei is my biological child? Impossible! My child died when he fell into the grass..." She suddenly stopped mid-sentence, with a look of shock on her face. Suddenly he remembered something and his whole body started to tremble violently.

"Sure enough, even you were deceived! You used it as a shield for others!" Emperor Tiansheng looked at Madam Feng's expression and became more and more sure of his inference, "I thought you were possessed by something, but you would rather use your own My biological daughter came to exchange for the survival of the remnants of Dacheng, but I still wanted to abandon her and escape from prison with Feng Hao. It turns out that’s how it is!”

Mrs. Feng said "Ah" and tears suddenly flowed silently all over her face.

Emperor Tian Sheng looked at her sad expression, thinking that she had been deceived for more than ten years, and almost sacrificed his own daughter to die on behalf of others. His heart softened, but he also thought that even if she was deceived, she would have committed a crime. It was also the most taboo crime of treason in the dynasty. My heart ached and twisted, and I felt a little irritated. I said coldly: "I don't know why you are still protecting Feng Hao. Do you still expect to get out alive? In the future, Feng Hao will What do you do, Queen Mother?"