Yi Qingchen asked in surprise: "Why do you say that?" Feng Qingyang said: "The control technique he used is the puppet technique that has long been lost in our country. The person who is controlled by the technique is neither stupid nor stupid, and looks like nothing normal.
Both are the same, except that the thinking and everything else is controlled by the person who performs the technique. You don't know what you have done when you wake up. At best, it is like having a big dream... Although this technique is vicious, it also has a fatal flaw.
That means it cannot last long. It will become ineffective in two days. If you want to continue to control a person, you need to continuously cast spells. But look at the current emperor, his expression is a little dull and dazed. This is a precursor to waking up! That is
He said that Bai Zimo hasn't performed any spells on him for two days... so he must not be in the palace now." His analysis was very logical, and even Feng Yiying couldn't help but nod secretly. And in the palace,
The emperor of Qingyi Kingdom, Feng Mingxu, was sitting on a dragon chair with a high fever. His expression was a little dazed and dull. He stared blankly at an imperial edict on the case in front of him. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.
He couldn't explain why. Prince Feng Tianyu knelt aside, with a trace of eagerness on his handsome face: "Father, why are you hesitating? It was you who said it yourself that you are old and it's time to pass on the throne, so I will
The imperial edict for your abdication has just been drawn up. My father only needs to stamp it and press his fingerprints." It turns out that this passing of the throne is unusual. The imperial edict of passing the throne not only contains the seal of the Imperial Seal, but also the seal of the Imperial Seal.
The fingerprints of the reigning emperor. Feng Mingxu frowned slightly, his hands trembled a little, picked up the jade seal on the table, looked at it again and again, but couldn't bear to press it. Feng Tianyu knew that he was about to wake up, and his face turned anxious.
Hot sweat dripped from his face, and he wanted to grab his hand and hold it down for him. Unfortunately, there were other eunuchs and maids in the palace at this time. Unless he had to, he didn't want to use force to make people gossip. Zhu Fei's father, the Minister of War, Zhu
Qianye was also kneeling there with Feng Tianyu. The look on his face was uncertain. He looked at Feng Tianyu who looked anxious, and then at the emperor who was hesitant to say goodbye. A touch of determination and determination suddenly flashed across his face.
Viciously, he whispered to Feng Tian: "His poison is about to be detoxified! He who is not poisonous is not a husband, Prince, don't hesitate any longer!"