Feng Ling's heart shrank: it seemed that Yang Shufei had already pleaded in front of the saint, and she hurriedly bowed down: "Feng Ling is smart, and he can't hide anything from the saint, if he doesn't do it right, tomorrow I will go to Mrs. Shufei to ask for my guilt, begging her to forgive me for being young and arrogant, and return the account books of the mansion." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

That mansion was indeed not her ultimate goal, it was just a cover to cover people's ears and eyes, and King Wu and the power of the East Palace provoked together, in order to confuse Liu Zheng's sight and teach him to take the trouble to guess her mind for a few more days. Since the saint did not allow it, it was not a big deal to return the account books.

Li Shimin waved his hand and said, "No need." Fraud and evasion of taxes should have been thoroughly investigated, but you have not done anything wrong, just investigate impartially, I will support you for this, and they will not dare to coerce you. ”

Feng Lingyingying bowed and thanked the saint, she was already talented and intelligent, and she followed Li Shimin for a long time, and she was a little clear: justice or favoritism is still secondary, as far as the saint is concerned, it is about to beat two with a stick, and no one can please him. No matter which side is guilty, it will greatly increase the momentum of the other side, and once the two sides that were originally evenly matched are no longer balanced, chaos will come.

The sun was getting stronger, the summer heat was steaming, and the wind spirit accompanied Li Shimin slowly down the Chengtian Gate, and sat back to the Liangyi Palace. There was already an inner supervisor with a recital waiting in front of the temple gate.

Seeing that the holy driver moved back, he hurriedly handed over the report. The wind spirit took it for him, and when he saw him nodding, he began to read it to him. After reading the report, Li Shimin was overjoyed and his spirits were much brighter. The wind spirit is mixed with joys and sorrows, and his heart is uncertain.

Xue Wanche's army has passed through Longchuan County, and it will be able to enter Beijing in three days. And the Xuanjia Army under the command of Fu Yanyan, because of the fast distance of the cavalry, took a step ahead and arrived at noon tomorrow.

Fu Tanyan returned safely from the battlefield, and Feng Ling was naturally happy, but she guessed nervously whether Fu Tanyan had learned the news that she had left Huaiyuanfang and returned to Zhaoqing Palace, so she rushed back first. If he had learned that he should have been annoyed with her, would he have broken off with her from now on, and would he refuse to see her again?

In the second half of the morning, the uneasiness in her heart became stronger and stronger, and if she stayed in front of Li Shimin again, she might not be able to hide it, so she simply said that she was unwell and went back to Zhaoqing Hall to rest first.

I didn't walk a few steps out of the Liangyi Palace, but I ran into the prince's step again, and I couldn't avoid it, so the wind spirit had to go forward and salute. The prince has always treated her indifferently, and he didn't look at her directly when he took a picture in the Liangyi Palace, although since he sacrificed himself to replace the saint in the Cuiwei Palace Bow Match, he was finally willing to snort coldly when the wind spirit saluted him, but in the end he still didn't like to see her.

The wind spirit stepped forward and curtsied at the chariot and said hello. Looking up, I saw that the crown prince Li Zhi was looking at her with his eyes, which was quite unusual, and he frowned and thought about it seriously. Feng Ling secretly wondered: Isn't he annoyed by the fact that I have seized the few shops under the Liu family's wing, and wants to take the opportunity to find fault?

"The wind spirit was reckless, and he didn't notice that he collided with His Highness's steps." The Wind Spirit saluted again, taking the non-existent fault on himself, just to get out of his sight as soon as possible.

She was about to retreat after pleading guilty, but Li Zhi suddenly spoke: "You...... Do you know the name of the mother's breast? ”

How does this say? The Wind Spirit raised his eyes in disbelief, stunned by his abrupt question.

Just when Feng Ling was stunned, a trace of disdain slipped across Li Zhi's face, and he waved her hand to signal her to leave on her own. Feng Ling came back to his senses, and roughly understood what he meant, probably testing her again if she was the princess of Runan, and the palace had tried countless people with all kinds of inexplicable words, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had tried it in the future.

It's just that his news seems to have been delayed for a long time, and Fu Yanyan has already submitted the genealogy of the Yuhang Gu clan, proving that she is not a descendant of the royal family, why doesn't he know?

Feng Ling didn't bother to care whether he knew or not, and went to Zhaoqing Hall in despair.

It was night, she couldn't shake her head and lowered her brows in her annoyed look, she couldn't sleep steadily, she tossed and turned on the couch until the third watch, and finally turned her heart sideways, didn't think about it much, closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.

After a short time when his eyes were closed, his heart was about to calm down, and there were a few subtle sounds in the courtyard outside the palace, like a wild cat jumping by. But with the ears of the wind spirit, I could tell that it was definitely not a wild cat, and it should have sounded like a light person running by.

She never likes to wait for people to sleep at night, so there is no palace supervisor in the backyard when she sleeps, and this footstep is strange. Because of the sweltering heat of the night after the beginning of summer, she did not even put down the light veil that separated the inner room, so that she could hear the movement outside the house.

She reached under the soft pillow and touched the dagger she had placed under the pillow for self-defense, listening intently. The footsteps seemed to stop in front of the door for a moment, and the wind spirit turned slightly to the side, clenched his knife and dagger, and arched his back, ready to jump from the couch at any moment.

After a few breaths, there was another noise, as if there was a splash on the door, and it was much smaller, not like the sound of sprinkling.

She was holding her breath and guessing when a bright light suddenly flashed outside the door, and then quickly lit up several times, and something foreign smashed into the door, and there was a few "tom" sounds.

In a moment's time, the door was on fire. Feng Ling suddenly understood that the splash must have poured oil on the door, and the light of the fire was the open fire, and someone was burning the fire outside her house. Now in early summer, a few days ago, the temple door was replaced with a silk silk Luo yarn, which is extremely flammable in case of fire.

She picked up the night light beside the bed, and sure enough, puffs of smoke quickly poured in from the gap in the temple door.

The wind spirit hurriedly pulled the silk hanging on the wooden truss, wrapped it a few times, and covered his mouth and nose as if he were wearing a veil covering the large sand moraine, and ran towards the temple gate. The door frame outside the house was already full of fire, but the inside of the house was still sealed.

She reached out to pull out the copper bolt, and as soon as her palm touched the bolt, there was a burning pain that pierced her heart, and she quickly retracted her hand, and the palm of her hand was red, but fortunately she was quick to retract, and it was not burned.

The brass bolt on the door had been burned by the fire outside the door, and it was no longer possible to open it with bare hands, and the smoke was getting thicker and thicker, and the smell of burnt was disgusting. The wind spirit looked back around the room, and suddenly saw the wooden truss next to the couch in the inner room. She turned around and ran back, bending down to carry the wooden truss.

Although Feng Ling has been practicing for many years, her strength is still not good, and she doesn't know what kind of wood the wooden truss is made of, it is very heavy, and she can't carry it after trying two handfuls.

Helpless, she had to hug the end of the wooden truss and drag it to the door.

At this moment, the door frame was already burned, and the fire scrambled to squeeze in through the door frame, and the whole temple door became a wall of fire.

The wind spirit poured all the strength of his body into his waist, sank down, gritted his teeth and lifted the wooden truss, and slammed it into the door frame with all his might.

The doorframe fell down with a bang, and a large tongue of fire suddenly licked at her. The wind spirit spread the wooden trusses, holding his head and falling to the ground sideways, narrowly avoiding the flames.