The moonlight falls on the red bricks, and a little bright light reflects the beads.

In the dormitory, Han Yue shivered slightly, lit up a few dark lamps in the main hall, and then hurriedly retreated to the side of the fire, stealing some warmth.

Feng Yewu put on a coat and sat lightly under the main hall, although there was no makeup in the day, there was still no fading in the slightest, and the moist pupils slightly revealed a trace of brightness that should be in this year, a little less majestic and a little more elegant.

"Your Majesty."

After Mingde's father-in-law saw Feng Yewu sit down, he knelt down respectfully.

"What's the matter? So anxious. ”

Although it shows that Gonggong De is not Feng Yewu's henchman, he has lived in the palace for many years and served two generations of kings, and the etiquette that should be there will never be chaos.

Feng Yewu knew that Mingde's father-in-law was going around all things in the past, and now he was so anxious, there must be something very important.

"Your Majesty asked me to send someone to spy on the prince of Huainan, tonight, the old slave was reported by the guards, and the people who were placed near the Qinglou on West Street during the shift change were all assassinated."

The reason why Feng Yewu did this was also to prevent future troubles, after all, at that time in Lefang, although he promised King Huainan to save the life of his son, but after discussing with Lu Jue, he still felt that King Huainan was old, but Zhou Yangfeng was young, so wolfish ambition, although he couldn't make any big waves, he still had to be on guard, and he had unnecessary incidents on the one hand.

After observing for a while, the two found that this Zhou Yangfeng had no other actions except for being nostalgic for the Qinglou all day long, just like his old man, so it gradually became a shift surveillance.

"Where are the people of Zhou Yangfeng?"

Feng Yewu didn't expect that someone would rush to kill the palace guards in Kyoto, and such actions were already on the same level as rebellion.

Surprised, he opened his mouth to ask about Zhou Yangfeng's traces.

"After discovering the body of the guard, the old slave also arranged for someone to secretly go to the palace of the prince of Huainan, but the prince did not return to the mansion."

Mingde's father-in-law replied in a low voice.

"How long have the guards been dead?"

When Feng Yewu heard that Zhou Yangfeng did not return to the palace, he had already concluded in his heart that the death of those guards must have a lot to do with him.

However, in Feng Yewu's memory, Zhou Yangfeng and even King Huainan did not have such a master in their hands.

After all, those Ouchi guards are extraordinary, although they can't be compared with grandmaster-level masters, but ordinary Jianghu characters are difficult to easily kill everyone quietly.

Thinking of this, Feng Yewu couldn't help frowning slightly, and there seemed to be a chill in those clear eyes.

Father-in-law Mingde felt the change in Feng Yewu's expression, and couldn't help but be more cautious, and said softly.

"Judging from the injuries, those guards have been dead for a long time, I'm afraid it's been a long time."

These guards changed shifts, basically divided into a day and a night, and in the middle of the night, I am afraid that not long after noon, these guards have been killed.

"Half-a-hour? For so long, no one has found out? ”

Feng Yewu's delicate eyes added a little dissatisfaction, and her brows tightened, obviously angry at this negligence.

Feeling that Feng Yewu was angry, Mingde's father-in-law hurriedly buried his head and said: "The slave asked people around to ask, and the little guys in the green building said that the last time I saw the prince come out of the building, it was just night, and the prince was already drunk at that time. ”

Drunk?

Feng Yewu's tightly locked brows stretched slightly, and she couldn't help but speculate in her heart, judging from Mingde's father-in-law's account, it didn't seem like Zhou Yangfeng deliberately arranged someone to do it.

Could it be that someone wants to kill Zhou Yangfeng? That's why I specially swept the eyeliner all around.

The deeper he thought about it, the more Feng Yewu felt a little incomprehensible, after all, Zhou Yangfeng's current status and its own value were not enough to make such a master go to such great lengths.

"Your Majesty, do you need to send some more people for this matter?"

Seeing Feng Yewu's expression of anger slightly relieved, Mingde's father-in-law hurriedly asked.

Feng Yewu shook his head slightly, his eyes closed slightly, his body leaned on the back of the couch, his breath was like an orchid, and he spoke.

"Don't worry for the time being, you can arrange some people to pay more attention to West Street and Shizifu, and tell me if there is a new situation."

In the middle of the night, for a Zhou Yangfeng to send more manpower, there is always a bit of a fuss, if someone really wants to harm Zhou Yangfeng, I am afraid that the body has already been disposed of at this moment, if Zhou Yangfeng secretly colluded with others, there is no longer the protection of the King of Huainan, and it is not a wise choice to leave this Kyoto.

Under such a trade-off, Feng Yewu opened his eyes slightly, and Mingde's father-in-law bowed and retreated, and arranged to go.

Feng Yewu walked to the bedside, and under the service of Han Yue, he took off his coat and lay quietly on the bed, at this moment he felt that Lu Jue's face was again, in the veil on the top of his head, and on the slightly closed eyelids and eyelashes.

At this moment, Feng Yewu seemed to be a little nostalgic for the days in the dungeon of Yanwu County, and missed Lu Jue's warm chest.

... ...

Wei Nanqi and Gu Naluo, who had been groping around on the second floor of the attic in the so-called temple of the Red Lotus Sect, suddenly heard someone talking at the gate of the courtyard, and immediately panicked, and hurriedly hid behind the screen in the corner of the second floor.

After a while, a sound of footsteps walked by, outside the first floor, three or four figures swayed, two lanterns were in the hands of the left and right people, and two people walked back and forth in the middle.

"Zhou Yangfeng!"

Wei Nanqi leaned outside the screen, there happened to be a window, and through the gap in the window, he saw that among the four people walking below, the outermost one was Zhou Yangfeng, the prince of Huainan, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart and exclaimed in a low voice.

Fortunately, the night was windy, and the wind was tight in the ears of the people on the first floor of the courtyard, and Wei Nanqi's voice dissipated a lot through the wall.

Otherwise, Yang Guang, who was among the four, would definitely find the two hiding on the second floor.

"Who's that?"

Gu Naluo didn't know anything about Zhou Yangfeng, and asked with a puzzled expression.

And when he heard Wei Nanqi explain Zhou Yangfeng's identity, he directly and arbitrarily determined that this Red Lotus Sect must have something to do with King Huainan.

Although Gu Naluo didn't know Zhou Yangfeng, he was very familiar with King Huainan.

After all, Ye is facing the south, the southwest is the domain of King Kangchuan, and the southeast is King Pingyi, and this King of Huainan is just sandwiched in the middle, and it also happens to be closely connected with Nanban.

King Huainan likes the wind and snow, and the matter of nostalgia for the beautiful glass of wine is well known to everyone in the Ye Dynasty, so Gu Naluo has also heard some of it.

Naturally, I didn't have any impression of this King of Huainan in my heart, and when I heard that Zhou Yangfeng was the son of King Huainan, I was even more sure that if there was a father, there would be a son.