"Su Gongzi, Su Gongzi. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Bishui patted the door of the teahouse in the order of two long and one short, and at the same time looked around cautiously.

"Blue water? What are you doing here? Su Changxin opened the door, looked at the panting blue water outside the door, and asked suspiciously.

"Miss asked me to bring you a letter." Bishui walked into the teahouse, Su Changxin looked around, his eyes were on the eaves not far away, and he closed the door of the teahouse with a twist of his wrist.

"Give me the letter." Su Changxin took the envelope that Bishui had been guarding tightly, and opened it with a solemn face.

It's time to write a letter to herself asking for help, and she will be forced to this point.

As soon as he thought of this, the solemnity on Su Changxin's face receded slightly, and a cold smile spread in his eyes, no matter who he was, he couldn't hurt the amorous Rong he protected, that woman was supposed to live a chic and wanton life, how could she be trapped in a cage by a secular conspiracy for the rest of her life.

Quickly scanning the contents of the letter, Su Changxin's fingers slowly clenched, Feng Xuan was so anxious to marry Feng Rong to Qin Yan, even if he was in the hands of the military now, he was too anxious.

Bishui on the side looked at Su Gongzi, who was greatly trusted by the style, with a solemn look on his face, and was a little at a loss for a while, if even Su Gongzi couldn't help Miss, then Miss would really be alone.

Su Changxin's fingers holding the letter gradually clenched, and the neatly folded letter paper was wrinkled and ugly.

"Don't worry, I know all these things, you can go back first." Su Changxin put the letter in his arms and smiled gently at Bishui.

"Master Su, Bishui please, my young lady doesn't want to marry the sixth prince at all, she is in her heart... She has always regarded you as the most important person in her heart, please... Please help her. Bi Shui was suddenly speechless, just looked at Su Changxin's unusually good-looking face, and his eyes gradually reddened.

Su Changxin held the letter for a moment, and the smile on his face gradually solidified, Feng Rong regarded him as the most important person, how could he be.

"I can't explain to your young lady if I'm crying, go back quickly, be careful on the road." Su Changxin smiled, with a reassuring feeling on his body, Bishui wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, nodded immediately, and ran out of the teahouse.

Seeing the shadow of the blue water gradually disappear on the corner of the street, the smile on Su Changxin's face disappeared instantly, he turned his head to stare at the dark eaves before, the corner of his mouth sneered, and he jumped up with a force under his feet, and his shot was as fast as lightning, and he slapped it out with a palm like a ghost.

"If I don't come out again, my next move won't be so light." Su Changxin's voice was as cold as a devil, and the person hidden in the shadows snorted and jumped out of the ground suddenly.

"Hmph, do you want to run right under my nose? It's so unreasonable. Su Changxin's figure flashed, and he swept directly past the man, and his cold palm grabbed the man's neck, and the other hand threw out a silver light and flew into the distance.

"Say, 'Who sent you?' Su Changxin pinched the man's neck with one hand and held it in the air, the cyan robe flew in the wind, the cold voice did not carry any warmth, and the eyes of the man looked at him as if he was looking at a dead man.

"You... You killed me—" The man struggled to breathe and couldn't break free, the feeling of suffocation forcing him to struggle.

"Don't say it?" Su Changxin raised his eyebrows, "Then I'll tell you." ”

"At this time, the maid who followed Miss Fengwangfu came here, it's nothing more than those few people, if you don't want to be too painful, just tell me honestly, is it Fengxuan or Lin Fu who sent you? Or...... Is it the crown prince? ”

Listening to the first two names, the man didn't react, and when he heard the name of the prince, Su Changxin instantly caught the corner of the man's eyes twitching for a short moment, and immediately sneered, and with the force of his hand, he directly twisted the man's neck, which was neat.

"It's actually the prince." Su Changxin threw the corpse into the alley on the side, clapped his hands, glanced at the corner of the wall on the other side casually out of the corner of his eyes, and turned back to the teahouse.

In the courtyard of the West Wing, Feng Feng Rong stood by the window and quietly looked at the moonlight outside the window, in her memory, she stood by the window and watched the moonlight carefully for a whole night, and spit out a mouthful of blood at dawn the next day, until the arrival of Feng Feng Rong and the peacock arrowroot did not wake up, I don't know if she didn't choose the peacock arrowroot and didn't come here, would she be completely dead? What about Su Changxin? The style in his memory put Su Changxin in the first place, and he felt relieved even when he recalled it.

The Feng family has a woman's style, and Zhou Nan is a talented man.

The memory of the style of Rongcai is famous in the capital, and he is named the lord of Rongwei by the current saint, and his appearance and talent have attracted the hearts of countless talents in the capital, and even some officials and sisters-in-law have threatened not to marry if they are not amorous and honorable, these past memories all stay in the mind of Rong Rong, but no matter how these people are devoted to her, the most important position in her heart is still only Su Changxin.

The man who always smiled gently, gentle and elegant, handsome, with an aura that makes people feel at ease at a glance, every time she thinks of him, Feng Rong can even feel her heart trembling, she often wonders, whether she has used up all the luck in this life to meet him, if this is really the case, then she would rather use up the luck in the next life, just to meet him again in the next life.

The moonlight outside the window was unusually soft, and the deep night hid all the darkness, and the blue water carefully returned to the West Wing Courtyard along the small door in the backyard of the Wind King's Mansion, and he didn't even dare to breathe along the way, until he really relaxed when he walked into the room of Feng Fengrong.

"Well, did you deliver the letter to him?" Feng Rong pulled Bishui into the room, held her hand and asked nervously.

"Don't worry, Miss, Bishui safely handed over the letter to Su Gongzi, and Su Gongzi opened it himself." Bishui nodded.

"That's good, that's good." Feng Feng Rong breathed a sigh of relief, although Su Changxin in his memory was just the owner of a small teahouse, but now Feng Feng Rong did not have absolute belief, if he was just an inconspicuous small teahouse owner, how could he know Feng Rong, and how could he do business safely in the hands of those eunuchs who were devoted to Feng Rong?

Feng Feng Rong knew that the incident she planned was too terrifying, if there was no one who had the ability and means to help, then she would definitely not have enough chances to win, and maybe she would put her own life into it.

"I hope this matter will not implicate him, as long as he does what I say, he can get rid of it." Feng Fengrong was worried in his heart, and he didn't know if it was a wrong decision to drag Su Changxin in.

"Miss, it's getting late, go to sleep." Blue Water Road.

"Hmm." Feng Rong nodded.

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"Master, Wei Liu's whereabouts were exposed and killed, and Wei Qi escaped alone, but he also broke two ribs and was seriously injured." A man wrapped in a black robe said in a hoarse voice as he stood in the darkness and said respectfully.

"Let Nightmare Seven in." The man sitting at the top said nonchalantly.

"Yes." The man bowed his hand, and in an instant, he disappeared.

"Master." Wei Qi clutched his chest and coughed up blood.

"What's going on?" As soon as the man in the first place saw Wei Qi's clutching chest, his originally casual face instantly became ugly.

"Master, I followed the maid of Feng Rong to a teahouse, and then saw the maid running into the teahouse, the owner of the teahouse has martial arts, we didn't dare to get too close, and then somehow Wei Liu was found by that person, the boss was extremely high, and Wei Liu was strangled to death by him." Wei Qi covered his chest and said while gasping, the wound on his chest was hit by a broken silver that suddenly flew in, and two ribs were broken, thanks to his internal strength, Su Changxin deliberately let him go, so he could return to the prince's mansion smoothly.

The first crown prince Qin Ming's face was full of gloom, looking at the injuries on Wei Qi's body and couldn't help but grit his teeth, these ten nightmare guards were cultivated by him with hard work, each of the ten people is a first-class killer with superb martial arts, and they are also extremely good secret guards, walking in the dark and invincible, each of them is extremely precious, but one died today, or in this kind of task of tracking a little girl, thinking of this, Qin Ming felt even more angry.

"Go find out what secrets are in that teahouse for me, especially the boss, and you must not let it go." Qin Ming gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes." Wei Qi arched his hand vigorously, turned to leave, and staggered.