Yi Feng walked out of the restaurant, looked back at Mu Yunqing's room and sighed, then turned around and entered the vast night.

On the alley, Yi Feng staggered along.

Suddenly, Yi Feng hurriedly leaned on the wall beside him. The wine in this restaurant is so strong that just a small pot is already dizzy.

Jingdu has gradually entered autumn, and the wind at night has already carried a slight chill, blowing on the face so cold that it hurts, but it also wakes up Yi Feng.

If you don't drink that pot of wine, you may never be able to come out again tonight. Yi Feng remembered Mu Yunqing's pitiful appearance and sighed in her heart, maybe she was blaming herself for being tormented at the moment.

Yi Feng let go of the hand supporting the wall, slapped himself twice, and was completely sober, since he came out, he left no room to do it.

Taking a few deep breaths, suppressing the guilt in his heart, a ladder cloud climbed onto the roof.

Yi Feng looked at the Jing Palace from afar, and casually tore off a piece of his robe and covered his face.

His eyes shifted from Jinggong, and from far to near, Yi Feng found his foothold.

A gust of wind blew, and Yi Feng had already jumped away.

The closer you get to the palace, the more heavily defended it becomes. Even if Yi Feng's realm had reached the late innate stage, he had to be cautious.

After a group of patrolling armor soldiers passed, Yi Feng hurriedly dodged into another alley. In this way, he came to the edge of the palace wall without danger.

Looking at the armor soldier standing at the gate of the palace, Yi Feng knew that it was impossible to sneak in to the main gate again.

And the surrounding palace walls were patrolled by armor soldiers, and for a while, Yi Feng could only hide his figure and wait for the opportunity.

Suddenly, a carriage came galloping. Yi Feng felt the breath of the person sitting in the carriage from a distance.

This is a master, and a master of megalomania. Yi Feng restrained his breath and watched quietly.

The carriage came galloping without slowing down. The armor guards guarding the palace gate were like facing a great enemy, and they showed their swords one after another.

"Who's coming?"

The man who drove the horse did not slow down, and shouted loudly: "The immortal master invited by His Highness, you dare to stop it?"

Before the armor could react, he had already entered the palace gate.

Yi Feng hid aside, saw this scene, and secretly said "opportunity" in his heart, and also used his hands and feet to come to the palace wall and turn in.

Landed, before he could stop, Yi Feng felt a breath lock on him.

"Is it the master in the carriage just now?" Yi Feng was puzzled in his heart, but he didn't dare to delay any longer, and found a few paths to dodge and leave.

After a period of running around the road, the breath was finally gone.

Yi Feng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He has reached the late stage of congenital development, and the only one who can put pressure on him is the innate peak known as "half immortal". There are masters in the palace, so why did Mu Yuan call such a master. The more Yi Feng thought about it in his heart, the more he felt that he was right to explore the Jing Palace at night.

really didn't have too many thoughts, and Yi Feng could only send it for the time being. This party looked up at the surrounding environment, but Yi Feng sadly found that he was lost.

Jinggong Yi Feng himself did not come many times, and only knew about the Fengtian Palace, the Imperial Study and Mu Yunqing's bedroom. I just made a mess, but now I don't know where I am.

Yi Feng sighed, comforting himself in his heart to grope slowly and leave before dawn.

Yi Feng hid his body in the darkness and cautiously began to look for a route.

......

Mu Yuan was waiting in front of his palace at the moment, and when he saw a carriage speeding over, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

When the carriage stopped, Mu Yuan stepped forward quickly, "Sir, you're here." ”

An old man with goosebumps came out of the carriage, and when he saw Mu Yuan's affection, he didn't say anything, and squeezed out a "um" word in his mouth.

Mu Yuan was not annoyed, and still said with a smile on his face: "Sir, the road has been bumpy this time, and I have already prepared a banquet for Mr. ”

"No, let's get things done. The old man said, "After the deed is done, I will have to ask for nothing." ”

"Nature, nature. Mu Yuan replied: "Sir, please." ”

When Mu Yuan was sending the old man to rest, Yi Feng finally found a lonely maid.

The cat stepped forward and covered the other's mouth and nose, "Don't move." ”

The hoarse, ghost-like voice frightened the maid.

Yi Feng saw that the maid nodded again and again, and let go of her hand, and asked aloud, "Coffin?"

The maid didn't understand, turned to look at Yi Feng, but only felt that Yi Feng's eyes were so clear, but the maid fantasized about Yi Feng's face under the mask for a while.

Yi Feng saw that the other party was stunned, and raised the fist in his hand and shook it in front of the maid.

"You are asking the emperor's coffin, in the Fengtian Palace, guarded by the masters of the forbidden army in the palace. The maid was frightened by Yi Feng's behavior, and directly took everything out.

This girl is interesting. Yi Feng looked at the maid who finished speaking in one breath with her eyes closed, and couldn't help but feel funny in her heart.

"It turned out that the masters were all guarding the coffin. Yi Feng lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly felt a little tricky.

Suddenly feeling that someone was looking at him, Yi Feng looked up and saw that the maid had already opened her eyes and looked at herself.

Seeing Yi Feng looking up at herself, the maid lowered her head embarrassedly.

Yi Feng really felt that the little girl was very interesting.

The hand rose and fell, and with a hand knife, the maid also fainted.

Holding the maid who fell asleep, Yi Feng was a little complacent: he was wearing makeup and masking his face, but his charm was still undiminished.

For some reason, Yi Feng suddenly remembered Jun Xie, who was the real charmer.

Shaking his head to dispel the distractions in his mind, Yi Feng carefully placed the maid in the corner of the wall.

I got up and looked at the night sky. It's still early, there's still time.

Yi Feng climbed onto the roof and collected his breath. Cautiously approached the Fengtian Temple.

But it was close to the Fengtian Palace, and the more Yi Feng could feel the number of masters inside.

Yi Feng found a corner and went down secretly, looking at the armor soldiers who came and went from time to time and the few people sitting quietly next to the coffin in the Fengtian Temple. For a while, I only felt that I was stuck in my throat, unable to advance or retreat, and extremely uncomfortable.

"Your Highness has arrived. ”

The sudden sound made Yi Feng even more helpless, so he had to shrink his body and watch the changes.

Yi Feng saw Mu Yuan striding into the Fengtian Hall from a distance, followed by a row of maids. The tray in the hands of the row of maids followed closely behind Mu Yuan with their heads down.

"Delivery?" Yi Feng was a little puzzled, what did Mu Yuan's move mean at such a time.

But although he was puzzled in his heart, Yi Feng was able to climb to the roof of Fengtian Hall during the gap between Mu Yuan's arrival and talking with a few masters who were sitting quietly by the coffin.

On the roof, Yi Feng was more cautious, tiptoeing and crawling.

At a certain position, Yi Feng was lying on top of the tiles, leaning on the bricks.

Yi Feng didn't dare to open the tiles and peek. There are masters inside, and his actions like this will definitely attract their attention.

With his ears pressed against the tiles, Yi Feng silently used his internal force. Vaguely, Yi Feng could barely hear their conversation clearly.