Feng Lince and Feng Linge took turns to see Wu Li's photos on Zhuo Ye's phone, and their faces were not very good!
"Bang!" The chopsticks in Feng Lince's hand were pinched into two pieces by him! His thin lips were pursed into a crack, and his eyes were filled with cold light!
"It's really him!" Feng Linge gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. His handsome face, which had always been gentle, was rarely covered with dark clouds!
"Little Bunzi" glanced at the chopsticks that were pinched by his father, and then looked at the terrifying face of the Seventh Emperor Uncle. He was so scared that he had a vegetable in his mouth that he didn't dare to chew...
Zhuo Ye looked at the unusual expressions of the two of them, and didn't know what to say...
Who is the person in this photo? Is it true that the fifth son of the former emperor, King Li?
Feng Lin's singer held the phone in his hand and looked at it for a while. Then the expression on Jun's face suddenly changed again, and his voice trembled: "Third brother, it's not right! He... he is not the fifth brother! The fifth brother is not happy.
Chess! And... look at his movements of holding the chess pieces..."
Upon hearing this, Feng Lince threw the broken chopsticks in his hand aside, reached out to take the phone from Feng Lin singer, and looked at it carefully for a moment, and his handsome face suddenly became even more gloomy and awe-inspiring!
Feng Linge smiled sadly and said, "When picking up a chess piece, I like to put my little finger on my ring finger. Does Brother San still remember who this small move is?"
Feng Lince's eyebrows were already frowned into the character "Chuan" and said coldly: "We will enter the palace! Now!"
"Okay..." Feng Linge's voice sounded a little powerless...
"Ye'er, can you borrow this mobile phone for us?" Feng Lince turned around and asked Zhuo Ye.
Zhuo Ye knew that the matter was serious, so he nodded and said, "You can..." After pausing, he said, "If you accidentally touch other buttons, you will exit. I will teach you how to adjust this image.
Come out."
"Okay!" Feng Lince nodded.
Zhuo Ye took the phone, explained it to the two of them, and then stuffed it back into Feng Lince's hands.
Feng Lince, Feng Linge got up and was about to go out.
Zhuo Ye looked at them, wanting to speak but stopping.
Feng Lince had guessed Zhuo Ye’s thoughts and spoke to her: “Don’t worry, we won’t press the other buttons of this phone randomly.”
Zhuo Ye nodded embarrassedly.
Feng Lince, after Feng Linge left, the food in his mouth of "Little Bunzi" finally swallowed it, trembling with his little body and said, "'Little Yezi', Father, what's wrong with the Seventh Emperor Uncle? It looks good
It's scary!"
"It's okay, Xuan'er, be good, eat." Zhuo Ye picked up a chopstick dish and put it into the bowl of "little buns".
In fact, Zhuo Ye was also very uneasy, and he always felt that something big was about to happen...
Feng Linge began to call the person in the photo as the fifth brother. It seems that the appearance of this face is indeed from Prince Li, Feng Linyi, but the man is not the real Prince Li, but the Prince Li pretended to be Prince Li!
But why did that person pretend to be King Li in front of her? She didn't know King Li...
Did he have guessed that she would describe or paint his appearance to Feng Lince and others? In order to blame King Li?
If she hadn't happened to pat him in the action of picking up a chess piece and Lin Ge carefully discovered this detail, then he had already borrowed her from the hands of the enemy and successfully confronted her?!
Before this, Linge had sent someone to control the Li Palace. I guess Linge had discovered something...
So, is it really a problem with King Li? Or did the man do more than once to lead the signs to King Li?
When Zhuo Ye thought of this, he couldn't help but shivered. Did they let their brothers kill each other? What a sinister person!
etc!
Listening to Feng Linge's tone, the person who pretended to be King Li was also familiar to them...
So, what is his identity...
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ps: It's almost the end of the month. Don't hide the dear with a gold medal in your hand. If you don't vote for it in the same month, you'll be a void next month...