Chapter 1259

Even if the prince hurt his leg, he didn't take a carriage. He took a few bodyguards to ride with Fengche to the crown prince's fiefdom.

All the way in a hurry, and so out of six or seven hundred miles, the prince finally can not hold, slow down, find an inn to settle down, let the shopkeeper invited the doctor to come.

Cold weather, he did not have a good rest, has been for several days, the wound not only did not heal, but abnormal swelling, and with the wound around the swelling up, it looks very frightening.

It was an old doctor in his fifties who was said to be the best in this place. Seeing his wound, he shook his head. "Young master, don't hurry and have a good rest, or your leg will be..."

The old doctor didn't finish, just shook his head.

The old doctor carefully cleaned up the wound for him, and wrote a prescription, let people follow him to get medicine to boil for him to drink.

Feng Che sat on one side, "it's 200 miles away from the cold city, so don't rush. We are tired and tired. We need to fix it up for one day, and we will go later. "

The prince put down his robe, covered his legs and shook his head. "It's not so serious. Take a rest for one night. We'll continue on our way tomorrow morning."

Fengche didn't persuade him any more. The next morning, he left the Inn and went on.

In the afternoon, we arrived at Hancheng.

As the name suggests, cold city is a very cold place. People here only have two seasons a year. Summer and winter are long and summer is short. Spring and autumn seem to have been stolen. The crops are only harvested once a year, so the people here are very poor, and even the city has no sign of wealth.

It can be seen that the emperor was very angry with the prince at that time, otherwise he would not be sent to this bitter and cold place.

There are white banners hanging on the gate of the city. It's even more true for every family to enter the city. A prince has been here for hundreds of years.

People think that at last someone has come to take them to live a good life.

Joy is not over, but people are killed. The hearts of the people are very sad, and the whole city is full of grief.

The party did not dismount, directly into the city, walking in the street, provoking passers-by to see.

Feng Zhong stopped a passer-by and asked the direction of the prince's mansion. The group rode over and saw a old mansion from a distance. It was tall, towering, solemn and cold. The three big characters of "city Lord's Mansion" on the plaque were very dull.

There are many white banners hanging in front of the door. On both sides of the door, there are two rows of soldiers, each wearing white clothes and holding weapons, standing up.

In front of them, there was a pole, on which hung a man who was almost dried: her hair covered her face, but it was a woman.

Inside the door, a cry came out, hoarse and exhausted.

The prince is in the front, the wind Che is wrong, he is half horse body, in the left rear. Feng an, Feng Zhong and the prince's guards followed. Before they got off the horse, they were forced to ask by several soldiers with spears, "who is it?"

"Blind your dog

The prince's guard yelled angrily, "this is his royal highness and Prince Zhan."

Bang Dang!

The spear in the soldier's hand fell to the ground and knelt down in a panic, "Your Highness, spare your life!"

The prince dismounted, ignored them, and walked towards the mansion. Fengche followed him, and Fengan and Fengzhong had a group of guards behind them.

In front of the hall, there is a huge funeral hall. A heavy coffin is placed in the middle of the hall. In front of the hall, there are more than a dozen people crying, hoarse and heartbroken.

The housekeeper is burning paper in front of the spirit. When he hears the sound of footsteps, he turns back and sees that it is the prince and Fengche. He immediately throws all the paper money in his hand into the brazier and gets up in a hurry to welcome it out.

His eyes were so red and swollen that he could hardly open them. His mouth opened and his tears came down. "Your Highness, you are here!"

He did not see the wind.

He is the old housekeeper of the prince's house. He knows all about the fight between the prince and Fengche. If it wasn't for Fengche, their master would not have come to this point.

With this cry, all the weeping people stopped, and the Hall fell into a strange silence.

The housekeeper's hoarse voice rang out in the strange silence, "what are you doing? Don't give it to the prince quickly."

Someone immediately took the white cloth and raised it respectfully in front of the prince. The prince took it and tied it on his left arm and went to the coffin.

The housekeeper followed, "the master died miserably. He was stabbed more than ten times by that damned thing, and his body was full of blood holes..."

At this point, cry speechless.

The prince put his hand on the lid of the coffin and said in a deep voice, "elder brother, younger brother has come to see you."

Poop!

The housekeeper cried and fell to the ground, "master, master, do you hear me? Your Highness has come to see you. Please close your eyes

All of a sudden, the mourning hall began to cry, and everyone was very sad, as if the dead were their relatives.

The prince's eyes were red and tears fell.

Feng Che's expressionless face stood on one side, looking at the crying heartbroken people, strange rise in the heart.

After a long time, the housekeeper struggled to get up, waved to the weeping man to stop, choked and said, "I haven't asked anyone to seal the coffin. I'm afraid that the prince will not see the master when he comes. His highness is a little bit behind. I'll ask someone to lift the lid of the coffin. Have a look."

The prince nodded and stepped back two steps.

The housekeeper waved and called four strong boys to come and remove the coffin lid.

More than ten days later, the prince's body was completely stiff, only his two eyes were wide open and he couldn't close his eyes.

The prince put his hand in and tried to close the prince's eyes. He was blocked by the housekeeper in a hurry. "No, your highness is a noble man. The master is a dead man. Don't pass the Yin Qi for you."

The prince insisted, "this palace is not afraid of this."

"That's no good. If you really pass the Yin Qi, you can't afford to have a hundred heads."

The housekeeper stopped him and scolded the boys, "what are you doing standing up? Why don't you close the coffin?"

The four boys came forward in a hurry and pushed the lid back to its original position.

The housekeeper let go of the prince, stepped back a few steps, and fell on his knees again, "the old slave has overstepped. Please forgive me."

The wind narrowed his eyes.

There was a sharp flash in the prince's eyes. Wen Sheng said, "you are also for the sake of the palace. Forgive your innocence. Get up."

"Thank you, your highness."

The housekeeper got up and bent, "the prince has been hard all the way. Please follow me to the backyard to have a rest."

"Lead the way."

After the steward leaves the hall, the cry in the hall rises again after the prince and Fengche also go out.

Inside and outside the house, there was solemnity everywhere.

The housekeeper stooped and said as he walked, "this is the former city master's mansion. After the master came, he didn't build a mansion for the time being, so he lived here. He wanted to build it when it was warm next year. Who knows..."

"Is that Kim hanging from the pole outside?"

Asked the prince.