Meal.

Feng Yu instructed the maid to let the maid send a game of chess, anyway, there is nothing to do, it is better to sit and wait for the time to pass. Although Fan Yinqing has not solved the poison, she should still have the strength to hold the chess pieces, and she knows her own poison very well.

Fan Yinqing has no objection.

Time passed quietly in the game between the two people, and the sun outside the house gradually tilted to the west.

Xiao Yun'er moved around in Feng Yu's arms, kicking her feet for a while, pulling Feng Yu's clothes for a while, and reaching out to mess up the chessboard for a while.

In the evening, it was already past the exchange time agreed by Ge Muyao, Feng Yu took out the antidote and gave it to Fan Yinqing, and then called the maidservant, and asked the maid to take out the antidote and distribute it to the few people brought by Fan Yinqing outside, and let the secret guard release those people.

The chess game on the table, the winner is still not divided.

"Fan Shizi, now you can go. Of course, if you are still willing to finish this game, I am happy to accompany you. ”

"From the very beginning, I had already lost. Now, the time has passed, everything is a foregone conclusion, and what else is better. Concubine Xin, you have won. "Defeated, already completely defeated, now there is really no way to change it, Fan Yinqing got up, stumbled, a trace of defeat flashed on his face, and left without looking back.

After a while, the people outside were almost gone, and the guards also returned to their positions, stealthily back to the shadows.

Feng Yu got up, walked out with Xiao Yun'er in her arms, who had not been at peace for a moment, and looked up at the sunset. From the sunset, Feng Yu vaguely saw signs of Fancheng's defeat. From this moment on, Fancheng is about to change.

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The next day, in the afternoon.

Yang Xufan came back quickly and brought back the seriously injured Cang Yueli.

After sending Cang Yueli to Cang Yueli's room and calling a doctor for treatment, Yang Xufan went to the study to report to Fan Yinqing.

In the study, Fan Yinqing, who had not slept for almost a few nights, stood by the window alone with his hands in his hands.

Yang Xufan arrived and said with a smile: "Shizi, the emperor has been rescued." ”

"Really?" Fan Yinqing's tone was light.

Yang Xufan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Fan Yinqing to react so coldly, shouldn't he be happy? Shouldn't he go and see Cang Yueli right away?" "Shizi, is something happening? What's wrong with you?"

"I don't have much, it's Fancheng, the sun is setting. Fan Yinqing sighed.

Yang Xufan was a little puzzled, frowned, stepped forward, walked to Fan Yinqing's side, and asked again, "Shizi, what's wrong?"

"Xin Moge took almost all the soldiers and horses in Fancheng to the rescue. Hehe, what a 'rescue'. I believe that this battle must have been fiercely fought, right? You say, how many soldiers and horses are left in Fancheng? Fancheng is empty, and I have already seen the weather of Fancheng's defeat. Fan Yinqing didn't look at Yang Xufan, his eyes always fell on the window, as if he was looking at something outside the window, and seemed to be looking at him from afar through the window.

When Yang Xufan heard Fan Yinqing say this, he turned around suddenly, and his complexion changed suddenly. Previously, he was only blindly happy that Xin Moge led his troops to support in time, blindly happy that he successfully rescued Cang Yueli who was imprisoned in the camp, and blindly happy that the army led by Xin Moge defeated the imperial army miserably, but he didn't realize that the army led by Xin Moge also suffered heavy losses, and those were almost all the troops of Fancheng.