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Someone at the door? Feng Jinghua was startled again and turned his head.

The door was pushed open, Qiu Guhan walked in slowly, sat down, and said politely: "Guhan has seen the prince." ”

King Hunt said lightly: "Did you hear it?" ”

Qiu Guhan shook his head: "I didn't hear it." ”

The soundproofing of the bedroom was good, and the two of them must have spoken in a low voice, and he didn't hear anything.

It's just that the internal strength and hearing of the Hunting King are inevitably too strong, and he has quietly come here, but he is still noticed by the Hunting King.

King Hunter said lightly: "Since you have been targeted, it is better to die." ”

As soon as Feng Jinghua wanted to ask what this meant, Qiu Guhan said calmly: "Well, Hua Guhan really deserves to die." ”

Feng Jinghua: "......"

Of course, she didn't think that they really meant to kill Qiu Guhan, but she was speechless about their dumb riddle behavior.

King Hunt looked at the candlelight: "Sima Cheng, a historian who has been in seclusion for many years, is a good friend of my father. He has a granddaughter who just turned fifteen this year and is named Sima Rong. Sima Rong was frail and sickly since she was a child, and some masters asserted that she would not live to be eighteen years old. The grandchildren of the Sima family were the only one girl, so they were naturally very distressed, so they sent her to the temple in Tianzhu to practice when Sima Rong was five years old, hoping that she would be blessed and prolong her life. In the past ten years, no one in Shang Guo has seen Sima Rong, nor has he heard about her. ”

When Feng Jinghua heard this, he faintly understood what he meant.

King Hunt said: "Young Master Gu Han is about the same age as Sima Rong, and his health is not very good, I think Young Master Gu Han might as well pretend to be Sima Rong and live in Sima's house for the time being until the time is ripe." ”

Feng Jinghua said: "This is a good idea. I believe in Mr. Sima's personality, but I don't know if people in his family might believe it? ”

Although Sima Cheng's official position and status are not high, he is also a well-known Qing official and talented man in the world.

He held a pen that recorded the changes of the current dynasty, seeking truth from facts, being fair, neither favoritism nor fear of the temptation of force, although he hated many officials, but won the trust of the emperor.

Because of this temperament, Sima Cheng and King Hunt's father, Jing Guogong, became good friends.

After the death of Jing Guogong, Sima Cheng did his best to take care of the sisters and brothers of the Hunting King, and was one of the very few officials who dared to have dealings with the Yin family at that time.

Feng Jinghua had heard of these things, and he also respected Sima Cheng in his heart.

King Hunt said: "Mr. Sima is over sixty years old, his wife and son have passed away, and there are only daughters-in-law and granddaughters in the family, as well as a few servants who have been with him for many years, I think they can still be trusted." ”

Feng Jinghua nodded: "Since the prince said so, I also believe in Mr. Sima's family." ”

Mr. Sima didn't know how many powerful people he offended when he was an official, and he had no money or power, so those who could follow him to the present would definitely not be a greedy and selfish villain.

King Hunt looked at Qiu Guhan: "What does Young Master Guhan think?" ”

Qiu Guhan said calmly: "I think it's so good, and I ask the prince to arrange it." ”

King Hunt said: "I will secretly visit Mr. Sima tonight and ask him to help with this, I don't think the old man will refuse." If you want to become Sima Rong, you must be familiar with the temple life in Tianzhu, and it is best to know some Sanskrit. If you prepare well these days, I will secretly ask a Sanskrit teacher to teach you. ”

Qiu Guhan said: "What the prince said is very true, I will prepare well." ”

King Hunt said: "After you go to Sima's house, I will let the clouds and wind pass with you." ”

Then he looked at Feng Jinghua: "The fifteenth is almost here, you contact Lian Heng and ask him to send someone into the mansion to assassinate me, and then let the young master Gu Han be killed in this sneak attack." Do it cleanly. Before that, Zi Yiyi's mouth must be blocked. ”

Feng Jinghua nodded: "I understand." ”

After that, the three of them discussed some more details and dispersed.

The Hunting King blew out the candles, changed into his night clothes, and left the Floating Cloud Pavilion silently, and then left the underworld silently, his figure always blending with the darkness, even the beasts that haunted at night would never be able to detect him.

The next morning, when the hunting king appeared in the underworld, he looked like he had just returned to the underworld, and the whole underworld did not know that he had actually returned last night.

When the prince returned home, of course, Madame Zi had to wait with her, and she had no time to take care of the portrait of the prince and the matter of the cold bones.

When he talked to the prince, had dinner, and returned to Ziyin Pavilion, it was already afternoon.

As soon as she entered the room, she said to the maids, "Go out, and Mrs. Ben will rest." ”

In the past two days, Lan Shanshan claimed that she was unwell, and pushed all the family affairs to her to deal with, and the people came to her no matter how big or small, although she was smart and capable, she didn't have much experience in dealing with family affairs, and she was so busy that she didn't even have time to make up for sleep.

It was already late at night when she returned to Ziyin Pavilion exhausted, and she fell asleep, not thinking about anything else at all.

However, the prince is back today, Lan Shanshan's "illness" has also recovered, and she can take a breath.

She closed the door and walked over to the vase to see if the portrait of the prince was all right.

Suddenly, a flirtatious voice came into her ears: "Are you looking for this?" ”

How can there be a man in the room? She was startled, turned around, and saw Fang Bai waving a scroll in his hand, looking at her with a smile.

"Y-Why are you here?" She stammered, shocked and suspicious.

I was surprised why this man appeared here, and I was suspicious that this man looked quite cold, and he was not at all honest and tame.

"I heard you have a treasure in your hand, of course I want to come and see it." Fang Bai walked up to her, "Your method of hiding things is not very clever." ”

Zi Yiyi's face sank, and she didn't care about him, so she went to check the inside of the vase first.

The vase has bamboo branches, but no scrolls.

Her heart was half cold, and she looked at Fang Bai with a cold gaze: "You...... Stealing something from me? ”

Fang Bai smiled: "This thing is not yours in the first place, why did you steal it?" ”

Zi Yiyi looked directly at him: "Who are you?" What do you want? ”

How can a small nursing home have such guts?

"It's easy for me to kill you, so I'm not afraid to tell you the truth!" Fang Bai suddenly opened the scroll in his hand, "I am the prince's former guard, and I infiltrated the palace to kill the hunting king!" ”

Zi Yiyi gasped: "......"

Does he mean it really? What's going on with such a reversal?

After a while, she said, "You want to kill me?" ”

If he was telling the truth, then she would have been killed if she knew such a secret.

But as a spy, the more she died, the calmer she became.

"Well," Fang Bai said slowly, "It depends on your appearance." Say, how did you get this painting, and why did you hide it! ”

In just a moment, Zi Yiyi had already thought of a countermeasure.

She took a deep breath, and there was a faint sadness and longing in her eyes: "This painting ...... It was a gift from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. ”

She is so involved in the drama that even she believes that there is really such a thing.

This time, Fang Bai was speechless: "......"

If he hadn't known what kind of woman Zi Yiyi was, he might have been confused by her expression.

This woman, she's so fucking good at pretending.

Zi Yiyi said: "When I was a singer in the palace, I used to sing for the adults in the court, and one of the adults was drunk and wanted to disrespect me, but fortunately the prince came forward to save me, and since then, I have been devoted to His Royal Highness the Prince." Of course, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will not remember me, and I dare not think anything wrong about His Royal Highness the Crown Prince......"

She didn't cry, and her tone wasn't very sad, but her eyes were red and sad, but it was even more sad and moving.

"Until three years ago, I accidentally saw His Royal Highness the Prince Mochizuki lamenting in the palace, and I couldn't control it for a while, so I sang a song for His Royal Highness the Prince, pouring out my longing. His Royal Highness the Prince, perhaps moved by my singing, said that his time was running out to answer my wishes, and gave me this portrait......"

Fang Bai looked at her, shocked in his heart.

This woman ...... It's really impeccable, if he has a little mortal heart or doesn't know what, Bacheng will believe her.

Before, he thought that he was just a woman with a little heart, and it would be better to kill her by playing some tricks, but now, he found that this woman was quite terrifying, and compared with those concubines in the palace, she was not inferior.

No wonder the prince and Mrs. Hua were so wary of this woman and told him not to be careless.

Zi Yiyi continued: "Of course I don't dare to accept such an important thing. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that after he died, people in this world would probably soon forget him, and if a woman like me could still remember his appearance, it would not be in vain for him to ...... in the next world."

Zi Yiyi's voice choked slightly, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eye: "So I accepted this portrait, secretly carried it on my body, and kept it well when I entered the palace." ”

After she wiped away her tears, her voice and eyes became calm: "These words, believe it or not. It's just that if you want to kill me, can you burn this painting and let me take it on my way? ”

Fang Bai's gaze was a little complicated, and he said after a while: "I will take this painting away." As for you, I give you two choices, either be killed by me or help me kill the Hunting King! ”

Of course, he knew that this woman was Qiu Yexian's person, and letting her kill the hunting king was not coercion and punishment at all.

However, "attack" is the best "defense", he forced her to "attack" the hunting king, then she would no longer tell the master, and the hunting king could temporarily "defend" her.

Zi Yiyi didn't expect him to put forward such a condition, and after being stunned for a while, she said, "Do you think I will ...... Subject to your control? ”

This man, is he too naïve?

Let her live, not afraid that she will betray him?

Fang Bai smiled: "After that night, more than a month has passed, right?" ”

Zi Yiyi's heart tightened: "You, what do you mean?" ”

Fang Bai's gaze fell on her stomach: "Did you come to last month or this month's menstrual affairs?" ”

Zi Yiyi's face turned pale in an instant, and she was speechless for a long time.

Because she was thinking about the portrait and Qiu Guhan all this time, she forgot about it.

Speaking of which, her menstrual period did not come on time, although it was only a little more than a month, which is not enough to prove that she was pregnant, however, this possibility cannot be ruled out.

If she was really pregnant with this man's child...... Even if she was given great glory and wealth, she would not be able to enjoy it.

What's more, this man is still a former prince.