At that moment, those clear and bright eyes were lit up by the firelight, and her long-planned counterattack plan was finally about to begin.

That night, everyone in the Yan family did not sleep, and they were in full swing to prepare, and the lights and charcoal ignited the sky above the mansion into daylight.

All of us are united, planning for tomorrow's counterattack.

Fu Mujin looked at the busy figure below, unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, the little scholar brought a basin of hot water, accumulated questions for a long time, and couldn't help but speak: "Childe, why don't you tell the young grandmother that you and the emperor of Mingyue Kingdom also have plans and plans, and it saves her from worrying so much about being alone. ”

The man picked up the warm wet handkerchief, wiped his fingers, and said indifferently: "The eldest husband talks less and does more, the lady's ideas and our plans do not conflict, but complement each other somewhat, and now, her east wind has been waiting, and I don't know my east wind..."

Before he finished speaking, a pair of black wings with wings spread broke into their sight, and the soft hair fell slightly on his back, and the man raised his arm to catch the black crow.

The handsome face smiled so much that he opened his lips lightly, "My east wind is also coming, Yidao, help me prepare a set of clothes, I want to enter the palace..."

The little scholar thought that he had heard it wrong, so he suddenly turned around and asked, "Enter the palace?" So late... It can't be that the saint is seriously ill and doesn't know who to choose as the emperor, so he wants to consult with you, right? Then who are you going to choose, the Ninth Prince or the Thirteenth Prince? ”

Fu Mujin raised her eyebrows suspiciously, and looked at the gossipy little scholar puzzled, "I want to enter the palace, don't tell the lady, and besides, after I leave, you have to stay by her side every step of the way, until I come back, promise me, Yidao." ”

The little scholar hadn't seen such a serious look in these star-clear eyes for a long time.

A heavy sense of mission arose, the little scholar nodded seriously, and promised loudly: "Childe, don't worry, Yidao will definitely protect the young grandmother, and will definitely not let her easily look at me, and ensure that before you come back from the palace, not a single hair will be missing." ”

"That's good, you come with them, wait for me to come back."

Fu Mujin smiled with satisfaction, took the clothes he handed over, and picked up the black mask he wore when he was the regent of Minghua Kingdom.

"Childe, you haven't told Yidao just now, if the Holy Lord really puts the decision of the next monarch in your hands, who will you choose, the Ninth Prince... Or the Thirteenth Prince..."

Fu Mujian, who was wearing a cloak, turned around slightly, and said with a cold gaze: "If you don't choose, it's not necessary." ”

"What... Meaning? ”

*

Deeper and heavier, inside the closed window, the fire was scorching, the old man lying on the dragon couch kept coughing, and the old woman beside him who was dressed luxuriously held his hand tightly, and said worriedly: "Emperor, your illness is so serious, why don't you summon Fu Xing and let him enter the palace to treat you." ”

"Never... Now, Wan Qiongli is worried about external troubles, and all countries are eyeing each other, if it is rumored that the monarch is seriously ill at this time, the people who lurk in the hearts of the jackals and foxes around will definitely take advantage of the situation to make chaos, and then, the front door will be on fire, and the back door will be thieves, how do you let the emperor lead the army and win the battle. ”

"But, the emperor..." The queen mother was full of tears, and persuaded bitterly: "Although the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, this matter is not to be said by the mourning family, but you have the courage to let the prince take up the handsome banner, not to mention that the soldiers led by Jiu'er do not obey him, just on the art of war and the experience of marching and fighting, the prince has not become a climate." ”

"Emperor, if you let the prince fight, that is to push the prince to die and push Wanqiong in danger."

Looking at this worried old mother, the old emperor on the dragon couch was full of desire to speak again, and suddenly, a little maid dressed as a eunuch sneaked in and passed on: "Qiqi Sheng, the distinguished guest you are looking for is here, do you want to invite him in immediately?" ”

Hearing this, the Queen Mother hurriedly reprimanded: "What has become of the emperor now, what kind of distinguished guest is so ignorant of the general situation, and he actually came in the middle of the night at the third watch!" ”

"This..."

The little eunuch had never seen the queen mother so angry, and she was so frightened that she knelt on the ground and trembled.

"Okay, help me up, Queen Mother, it's late at night, you should rest too, cough cough..."

Seeing that the old emperor almost fell down, the queen mother stretched out her hand in distress, only to find that she didn't seem to be able to support the old emperor who had grown up.

"That's... If there is anything, he will send someone to the palace of the mourning family, and no matter how late it is, the queen mother can come in good spirits. ”

Before long, the old lady was helped out of the palace by the maids, sat in a sedan chair, and returned to her palace.

At this time, a black-clothed figure entered the open door, and the surrounding servants were all retreated, and the room was left with people and the old emperor.

"You're here."

"The grass people are coming."

The masked man sat quietly on the edge of the dragon couch, taking the pulse of the saint, and at this time, there was a sneaky palace man, crouching by the crack of the door, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two.

The old emperor said jokingly: "As you can see, nowadays, I am cared for by many people, and if there is some trouble, it will immediately reach the ears of others. ”

"Rest assured, the prince is very 'growing', and now he has set off with his troops, and it is estimated that it will not be long before he reaches the border." Fu Mujin looked at the old emperor's eyes and frowned slightly.

"Yes, that's good news, no one is holding back?"

"With the consent of the saint, it should be rain or shine all the way, and no one will stop you, but, the saint, are you willing to do it?"

The old emperor did not directly answer Fu Mujian's question, but asked rhetorically:

"Have you ever heard of the legend of Wan Qiong's dragon and the black snake, do you know why the old dragon king decided to leave so many heirs knowing that he would kill each other?"

"I don't know." Fu Mujin shook his head.

"That's because only the one who really sits on the dragon seat is the real dragon." The old emperor's eyes were clear, and he seemed to hide some kind of pride and ambition.

The eavesdropping palace person outside the door was gone, Fu Mujin put down the holy hand, knelt down and said, "The grass people are too late to save the car. ”

The old emperor sat up straight, clenched his fists in exasperation, and hammered the bed.

"No, if you are willing to come, I will be very pleased, let's get up first, I just never expected that the prince would dare to fornicate with foreign enemies, and he still dreamed of annexing the six countries!"

"Just now, the grass people have already treated the saint, and most of the poison on their bodies has been cured, and in time, they will be able to recover as before." Fu Mujin said comfortably.

"That's all thanks to you secretly telling me that someone secretly poisoned my decoction, so I can pretend to be sick and spit out the poisonous soup in time, that poison! Is it really a heart-to-heart belly, he not only collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country, but also wanted to poison me and make me dizzy, so that he could pass the throne to him? Joke! ”

"Holy Lord, take care of the dragon's body." Fu Mujin whispered.

"Now, in this situation, how do you let me take care of my body with peace of mind?" The old emperor coughed and said helplessly.

"As mentioned in the letter of the grass people, the situation is still in the hands of the saints."

The angry old emperor looked at Fu Mujian with admiration and said with a smile: "I really deserve to be the son of Fu Xing, brave and resourceful, but I really can't get used to you wearing a mask." ”

"Special circumstances, please forgive me, although the prince went out on an expedition and took away a large number of cronies, there must still be his puppets in the court, so you still have to be careful." Fu Mujin said with a firm look in his eyes.

The old emperor was a little surprised, and couldn't help but joke: "After all, he is a person who has a family and a career, and his eyes are very different from before, good!" I've heard about Manjusri Pavilion, and I don't know what you're looking for, but..."

"The saint doesn't want my lady to continue to investigate?" Fu Mujin asked puzzled.

The old emperor raised his kind gaze and pursed his lips, looking a little reluctant.

"Well, if she really wants to know, she can let your lady come to see me and ask me face to face, but this is not a pleasant thing."

At that moment, Fu Muhibi saw a fierceness that he had never seen before in the eyes of the old emperor, and at the same time, it also deepened Fu Muhibiscus's suspicions, could the killer sent to Wenshu Pavilion that day really be a saint?

He understood what this kind of look meant, and what they had investigated had touched the emperor's bottom line.

What is it that hides the mystery that makes the king of a country so nervous.

"This matter, after the grass people go back, they will discuss it with the lady."

*

The sky was white, and Yu Xiangfeng, who was wearing a gray cloak, led a horse to surround the Yan family, he raised his eyes and looked at the four big characters pasted on the closed door - the proprietor is happy.

The woman in the white mask, riding on horseback, bare white and slender long legs, looked at Yu Xiangfeng meaningfully, and teased: "What kind of trick do they want to play, they don't think that they are dying people, so they want to complete all the major events in life, right?" ”

"Maybe, anyway, I won't care about this, today, if she, Yan Shunhua can't hand over the treasure, their Yan family doesn't want to keep a single mouth."

Before long, the closed big wooden door actually opened, and Steward Gu and a few maidservants walked out, carrying a few baskets of candy and red eggs in their hands, and diligently handed them to Yu Xiangfeng's people.

"Steward Gu, what kind of medicine are you selling in this gourd?"

Yu Xiangfeng pinched the red egg in his hand and smashed it on the ground.

"Young cousin, don't be angry, my young lady said, after all, you are her cousin, today is the big day for her maid to get married, you, as an elder, should sit on the upper seat and drink a cup of tea." Steward Gu said without humility or arrogance.

"Her maid is going to get married? Cream cream? ”

Yu Xiangfeng tightened the reins, thinking to himself, this cousin of his, finally before he died, thinking of his goodness, is going to come to beg himself?

Seeing this, the woman with a charming voice glanced at him, and said with a smile with clear eyes: "Yo, the invitation of the old lover, not going, it seems a little uninteresting, Yu Gongzi, just have a cup of tea, you can go, anyway, it won't take much time." ”

She whipped her horsewhip hard, leaving a deep snow mark at Steward Gu's feet.

Screamed and laughed: "Anyway, if we want to destroy the door, we won't need a cup of tea." ”

"Well, I'll go back when I go down, if so, I'll be caught and threatened by the prime minister..."

The woman in the white mask glanced at him lightly, and interrupted coldly: "Don't worry, we won't be merciful, anyway, you have already given up your life for Mr. Lu, right?" ”

"That's what I mean." Yu Xiangfeng glanced at her with gloomy eyes and said coldly.

After that, Steward Gu and the maidservants stepped into the gate of the Yan family with Yu Xiangfeng, and the woman on the horse raised her head and ordered in a soft voice: "Listen, no matter what he says, the master's order is that except for Yan Shunhua, nothing will be left." ”