Chapter 13: Is he really dead?

Zhu Feng's expression stunned: "What?"
The guard said: "His Royal Highness, you have found the emperor on the side of Zichen Palace!"
Zhu Feng immediately looked back at He Yi, and He Yi's brows frowned slightly. The two looked at each other like this, and immediately walked to the Zichen Palace without saying anything.
Along the way, the two of them did not speak any more, but in the tense atmosphere, they could clearly feel the rapid breathing and heartbeat. After walking for a long time, they finally reached the Zichen Palace, which is the closest to the north gate of the palace, and realized that it was already a piece of land. In the ruins, someone poured water into it, and a scorched smell came on.
When Zhu Feng came over, the guards stepped forward: "Your Highness."
Zhu Feng looked at the ruins and frowned: "Where is the person?"
The leader of one of the guards came up, his face was still stained with soot, and said, "Your Highness, it's inside."
"Take this king over."
"Yes."
After speaking, the man carefully led the way ahead, Zhu Feng and Heyi slowly walked in. Although the fire had been extinguished, but the hot temperature had not subsided, they walked a few steps and the corners of the clothes were burnt black. .
Going to the innermost point, I found a charred body lying on the ground.
Zhu Feng frowned: "This—"
The guard leader immediately said, "Your Highness, it's him."
"..."
Zhu Feng did not speak, but slowly walked forward. The corpse was burned beyond recognition and could not identify who it was. But when he came closer, he realized that there was still a little corner of his clothes, which seemed to be pressing. Under the body, so it was not completely burnt.
And the corner of the clothes is bright yellow.
In this palace, in this world, there is only one person who can wear bright yellow.
So this is the emperor.
This is the emperor?
Zhu Feng's eyebrows were twisted into a knot, and his eyes burned to look at the scorched corpse. Although he didn't say a word, he still asked himself in his heart, is this really the emperor?
My nephew, the emperor grandson who was entrusted by the imperial test, couldn’t wait to cut the domain after he took the throne. He wanted to suppress the emperors of these uncles and made a show of fists and wanted to create a prosperous world. emperor.
Is it like this now?
He walked forward slowly, squatted down to make a careful identification. The people around didn't even dare to look at it, but he kept his eyes on the face beyond recognition.
This is the emperor?
He really died here?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning his head back and looking at Heyi who stood behind him without saying a word.
He Yi glanced at him too, but still said nothing.
After a moment of silence, Zhu Feng stood up, turned his back to the charred corpse and said: "The order is passed down, the palace is on fire, the emperor is killed, he is mortified, and he treats him with national courtesy.
"Yes."
"From this moment on, the nine gates will be closed, and no other people will be allowed to leave the palace. If there is a violation of the order, no mercy will be killed!"
"Yes!"
After ordering these, he turned and walked forward until he reached the gate of the palace.
At this time, a faint whiteness of fish belly appeared in the dark sky in front, and it was about to dawn.
Zhu Feng stopped.
He Yi also stopped and stood only three or four steps away from him. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Zhu Feng's tall figure, showing the outline of a stalwart in the faint morning light.
He heard his low voice sound slowly--
"Crane clothes."
"Your Highness."
"Is he really dead?"