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Chapter 1116 The art of hating victory

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    Just when Feng Yanli was about to hit Feng Heyuan, he suddenly raised his foot, kicked Feng Heyuan in the stomach, and kicked him out.

    However, fortunately Feng Yanli did not use any force, Feng Heyuan just staggered a few steps with the force, and finally regained his footing.

    "No, I don't know what mistake my son made. Why did the father let his son kneel down?"

    Feng Heyuan was burping from wine as he spoke. I don¡¯t know if he drank too much wine, which caused him to speak with a loud tongue. It was so unclear that it was almost impossible to understand what he was saying.

    "Why, I ask you to kneel down, do you still need to find a reason?!"

    Prince Rui was holding back his anger. Looking at the rebellious son in front of him, he was so angry that he coughed for a while.

    Seeing this, Princess Rui reached out and gently patted Prince Rui on the back, and then gave Nie Ping, who was waiting by the side, a wink.

    Nie Ping nodded and came forward holding a wooden box, "Does Fourth Master know these things?"

    He said and opened the box so that Feng Heyuan could see the contents clearly.

    "We know each other, of course we know each other. This, this is the doll in my house, how could I not recognize it"

    Feng Heyuan tugged at the hem of his clothes with seven or eight buttons crooked, stretched out his hand and scratched his neck a few times, "How could my things be in the hands of a slave like you? In addition to my dolls, you also took them  Whatever, hand it over to me quickly, otherwise I will make you walk around without food!"

    He said that he was about to grab the box in Nie Ping's hand, but Nie Ping avoided him.

    "I don't dare to touch the fourth master's things at will. Fourth master, don't frame the old slave at will. This box was discovered by the servants in the house and has nothing to do with the old slave."

    Nie Ping glanced at the drunken Feng Heyuan, thinking that he was finished now, and after a moment of silence in his heart, he retreated to Prince Rui's side.

    "Feng Heyuan, you actually dare to use the victory-weary technique against me and the princess. You are really bold. You are expecting me and the princess to die!"

    When Feng Heyuan didn't admit that the box was his, Prince Rui was already furious. Now that he heard Feng Heyuan's personal answer, the burning anger suddenly rushed to the top of his head, making Prince Rui feel dizzy.  .

    "What is the art of hating victory? It's just two dolls. What does it have to do with the art of hating victory?"

    Feng Heyuan usually has no knowledge or skills. Even if he has read some books, he has only scratched the surface. He always misses the land of fireworks all day long. That knowledge has long been returned to his husband.

    As for the art of hating victory, Feng Heyuan really didn¡¯t know what it was.

    However, I don¡¯t know if Gui knows, but with Feng Heyuan¡¯s cleverness, it doesn¡¯t take much to figure out that the art of hating victory is not a good thing, otherwise Prince Narui wouldn¡¯t say that he expected him to die.

    "Fourth brother, the art of hating victory is a kind of witchcraft practiced by Taoist priests. "Yaisheng" means "wearing it and winning it". It is a method of using magic curses or prayers to achieve the purpose of defeating people, objects or monsters that you hate.  The birthdays of your father and mother and concubine are written on the backs of your two dolls. When they were discovered, the dolls were still stuck with needles. This is a curse"

    Feng Ange was kind-hearted. Seeing that Feng Heyuan didn't understand, he enthusiastically explained to him what the art of hating victory was, and also explained what the situation was like when he found the two dolls.

    But before he finished speaking, Yun Rongshuang pulled his sleeves hard.

    "Misfortune comes from the mouth. It has nothing to do with you. Just watch. Don't speak at will, and don't get involved."

    This kind of witchcraft is taboo in the royal family and even in various noble families. Now this taboo appears in Prince Rui's palace, and it is aimed at the two masters who can speak in the palace. This matter must be  I won't do anything casually.

    In Yun Rongshuang¡¯s view, no matter whether Feng Heyuan really doesn¡¯t understand or pretends to be confused, there will be no good outcome in the end.

    It took a lot of effort for her song to get to where it is now, and it finally caught the eye of the prince, but she couldn't be implicated in such a messy matter at such a critical time.

    "Mom, that is my fourth brother after all, I"

    Feng Ange looked at Yun Rongshuang with disapproval, as if he wanted to help Feng Heyuan intercede, but suddenly a burst of wanton laughter interrupted his words.

    Feng Heyuan laughed a little crazily, and kept clapping his hands while laughing.

    "Okay, what a good idea"

    His laughter suddenly stopped, and his playful gaze swept across the faces of everyone present, "LetCome and see whose hand this powerful move came from. I am really impressed by how easily I can be killed.  "

    "Whose hand did it come from? This birth date is your handwriting. You, a traitor, have done such a thing. Not only do you not repent, but you also want to blame others. Is this your upbringing?"

    Prince Rui laughed angrily at Feng Heyuan. Seeing his unruly appearance, he really regretted giving birth to such a son.

    "Isn't it true that a son's upbringing is learned from his father? As the saying goes, if the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, then if the son's upbringing is not good, how can you, a father, be any better?"

    Feng Heyuan smiled disdainfully, staggered to Nie Ping's side, and reached for the doll in the box.

    This time Nie Ping did not dodge, allowing Feng Heyuan to get the doll smoothly.

    Looking at the birth date written on the back of the doll, Feng Heyuan recognized at a glance that it was indeed his handwriting. Because he didn't like reading and writing since he was a child, he habitually cut corners when writing.  One stroke.

    Unexpectedly, this habit of his has now become a sharp blade in the hands of others. Relying on the fact that the doll is indeed his, the two are combined into a life-threatening talisman.

    Feng Heyuan raised one corner of his mouth, showing a sad smile, and then threw the doll back casually.

    The doll that was thrown out happened to belong to Prince Rui. Prince Rui was so angry that his face turned green and his whole body was trembling slightly.

    "Fourth brother, you are so presumptuous!" Princess Rui was worried that Prince Rui would get angry again, so she stepped forward and scolded him sternly.

    "Since you have determined that this victory-weary technique was done by me, stretching my neck is also a knife, and shrinking my neck is also a knife. Why should I care whether I am bold or not?"

    After speaking, Feng Heyuan raised his head and fearlessly met Prince Rui's furious gaze, "Father, if you want me to die, just ask. Why go to such trouble? You cursed yourself and the princess like this."  , I¡¯m really willing to give up.¡±

    If it were in the past, Feng Heyuan would still argue for himself, but since Ling was secretly executed, he has completely lived a life of being disgusted by others.

    Although the treatment was still the same as usual, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Prince Rui disliked him. Even the subordinates who had been with him in the past all went their separate ways and left him when they saw that he had completely lost hope.  went.

    Now he is a loner, living in a state of intoxication and dreaming all day long, which is no different from death. Death is boring, so it is better to end it as soon as possible. Maybe he can be reincarnated earlier.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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