Jiang Mu from behind cut his back knee with a palm: "Are you looking for death?!"

The prince died of illness, and the emperor was already furious.

If this grandson continues to be so disrespectful, he might be arrested and buried with him.

"boom!"

Feng Chenglin fell to his knees heavily.

It was this pain in his knee that made him wake up completely and jump up suddenly.

"The Grand Duke, Second Commander Ling..."

Fatty Feng's voice was very sharp and harsh amid his whining and wailing.

The officials stopped crying one after another and looked up.

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

Ling Bufan.

Ling Yunxi.

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

In front of the coffin, Ling Yunxi was sitting on a wheelchair, carrying a white flag on his shoulders, being pushed by a eunuch.

Everyone was confused and didn't know what was happening.

Even though it is the coffin of the prince, whether it is carrying the coffin or leading the way and holding flags, these are the most humble things done by the little eunuch.

Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi, one is a majestic and brave Duke, and the other is a general who emerged from the blood formation, how can they carry the coffin of the prince and lead the way?!

"this……"

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

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

"Stop!" Fang Cheng took a step across and stepped out from among the officials: "Lord Zaifu, this is the coffin of the prince...you must not be impudent!"

My grandfather was despised by the little brat. How could Fatty Feng be willing to obey?

He glared unhappily and stepped forward: "I'm sorry, Fang Cheng. When my grandpa spoke, was it your turn to be so presumptuous?"

"Stop making noise!" Xiao Tongzhou stepped out with a gloomy face: "No one is allowed to make any noise in front of the prince's coffin."

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

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

With Fang Cheng's humble status, how dare he challenge a prime minister like him?

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

And this person must be the emperor.

Only with the emperor's permission could Fang Cheng dare to be so unscrupulous.

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

"The Grand Duke..."

Fang Cheng cast a dark glance at Ling Bufan: "Lord Zaifu, what are you doing? Brother Bufan and Second Commander Ling feel that the prince has no heir, so they want to help him die!"

Although Feng Chenglin understood that his grandfather was hinting at him, he didn't know what he was hinting at. He couldn't help but be startled when he heard this.

"Supporting the spirit...to see him off to death? Isn't that what juniors do? Besides...the Grand Duke and the Second Commander..."

They are not the same ancestors, so they will die like hell!!

Feng Zaitang suddenly roared: "Shut up! Where is this place? Why is it your turn to yell at someone like this? Go back!"

When he said these words, he glanced at Fang Cheng with sharp eyes.

Even a fool could tell that he was criticizing Sang and Huai.

Of course Fang Cheng also heard it, but Feng Zaitang seemed to be scolding Fatty Feng, and it was hard for him to answer the conversation, so he could only feel frustrated and sulky.

Xiao Tongzhou lowered his head sinisterly and lowered his voice: "Cousin, the prince has to enter the underground palace at three quarters noon. It will be bad if he misses the time... We still..."

Feng Zaitang suddenly raised his hand to interrupt his words, and walked towards Ling Bufan tremblingly: "You all go back! I, an old man, will accompany Grand Duke and Ling Ershuai to see the prince off!"

Ling Bufan had been standing there expressionless. At this time, he couldn't help but trembled: "The wind is in the hall!"
Chapter completed!