The black-clothed holy envoy didn't let Feng Lingxi urge him to start talking, and he was worried that Feng Lingxi would suddenly change his mind and start stabbing him with a silver needle.

"I don't have a name, the master calls me number one, we are all people who were raised by the master since childhood and used to do some things in the shadows.

This time, the task was to chisel the dam on the top of the dam mountain, because the owner wanted to cooperate with the prince, and the collapse of the dam at the top of the dam was a letter from the master of my family to the prince.

Because the crown prince felt that the emperor had been in power for too long, he should have abdicated a long time ago.

And if Bashan Lake can let this piece of the epidemic get the disease, then as long as this world is in chaos, he will have a chance to ascend to the throne.

The prince said that if we can do it, we can help us and kill our master's enemies.

Our master's goal is to subvert the enemy, the Huainan Palace, but the Huainan Palace, especially the existence of Yan Shizi, is unshakable, so my master agreed to the prince's conditions.

All we did in Bashan City was to destroy the dam. ”

"Is your master Tu Ye?"

Feng Lingxi asked slowly.

The black-clothed holy envoy was stunned for a moment, then nodded dejectedly, lowered his head, and lost his spirit in vain, as if Feng Lingxi's question forced him to ask the last secret he insisted on in his heart.

But when the black-clothed holy envoy raised his head again, he found that Feng Lingxi, who was still a few steps away, was standing in front of him at this time, with two fingers as white as porcelain and green onions pinching a silver needle glowing with cold light.

When the black-clothed holy envoy saw this scene, his heart couldn't help but burst, and after forcibly pressing down his heart palpitations, he asked dryly, "What is the girl going to do?" ”

The corners of Feng Lingxi's lips were slightly hooked, revealing a pure and flawless smile, and his voice was sweet: "Give you a needle." ”

At this time, the black-clothed envoy finally did not calm down, and said hurriedly: "Girl, I didn't lie to you, why don't you speak?" ”

Feng Lingxi motioned to the cell boss on the side to help the black-clothed holy envoy's head be fixed, so that he would not be able to move around and not get a needle.

The black-clothed envoy frantically tried to dodge the guards, but his hands and feet were fixed by chains, and there was still room for him to struggle.

When Feng Lingxi pierced the first needle into the Tianchong acupoint of the black-clothed holy envoy, the black-clothed holy envoy could still hear Feng Lingxi say with emotion.

"You didn't ask me to promise that I would never prick you with a needle, you just explained it yourself in Nabalabala, and you just wanted to fool people.

How can I believe you completely, rest assured, after a while you lose consciousness, my first question is to ask you, which of your words are true and which are false. ”

The black-clothed holy envoy was so angry by Feng Lingxi's words that he almost lost his seven senses.

When the silver needle in Feng Lingxi's hand fell faster and faster, and more and more, the black-clothed holy envoy's eyes that were originally staring at Feng Lingxi's almost fire-breathing eyes gradually lost their luster and became dull.

Feng Lingxi clapped his hands and said, "Okay, let's talk about it, what did you deceive me about just now." ”

The black-clothed holy envoy's mouth closed one by one, and word by word popped out of his mouth: "In those words just now, the lie is that my master is not Tu Ye but Mr. Ji, the master's goal is to subvert the Huainan Palace, and the master's goal is to take the throne." ”

This scene stunned the guards on the side, and couldn't help but worship, looking at Feng Lingxi with starry eyes, and couldn't wait to kneel down on the spot and shout that the master had accepted the apprentice.

Feng Lingxi didn't pay attention to the worship of the guards, she couldn't think of it at all, behind this

and Mr. Ji's handwriting, all of them were a little stunned.

Thinking in a distraught mood, there are so many big people in the small place of Bashan City, Mr. Ji is one, Tu Ye who has left traces everywhere, but has never seen a figure, and the prince on the bright side, but Feng Lingxi always feels that there is a mysterious person behind him.

After all, the black-clothed holy envoy said that Mr. Ji's goal was the throne.

But how could he, a great priest in a land of Yunnan, be concerned about the throne of the Jokhang Kingdom?

Even if he really calculated, it would be impossible to convince the public, not to mention, the land of Yunnan is so small, it is really easy to fight the country and it is difficult to defend the country, even if the people from the land of Yunnan are sent out to manage the Jokhang Kingdom, it is estimated that they will not be able to manage it, let alone whether the people of the Jokhang Kingdom will listen to them as a foreign race.

Since seeking the throne is not to sit by yourself, it is to sit for others, but now that Mr. Ji has thrown the prince to the forefront everywhere, presumably the prince will be out soon, so who is left with the greatest interests?

Three Princes!

Could it be that this life still followed the trajectory of the previous life, and in the end the throne still fell on the head of the three princes?

Feng Lingxi always felt that he still had some things he hadn't figured out, and he felt that everything was a little worse.

simply put down his mind first, concentrate on solving the potential threat of Tu Ye, and look for clues to see if Tu Jiayi is Yan Yan's younger brother.

As for the matter of Bashan City. She told Yan Yan what the black-clothed holy envoy said today, and then let Yan Yan check it himself, but these people are just fighting for power and profit, that chair.

When Feng Lingxi was about to take the needle from the black-clothed holy envoy's body, he suddenly paused with his outstretched hand.

At that time, when she was trapped in the Ghost Fan Tower, Tu Jiayi rescued her, and Tu Jiayi did not avoid her when she talked to Mr. Ji, so she remembered something now.

Tu Jiayi and Mr. Ji have met, no, it should be Tu Jiayi's "father" and Mr. Ji know each other, and they are still in a joint relationship.

Tu Jiayi's "father" sent his son to Beijing to join forces with Mr. Ji, but who knew that Tu Jiayi was arrogant and wanted to rely on his own ability to enter the court as an official.

Therefore, the cooperation between Tu Jiayi and Mr. Ji is not unsmooth.

But there's another piece of information in that.

That is, since Tu Jiayi's "father" Tu Ye and Mr. Ji are in a cooperative relationship, is it that Mr. Ji's henchman Black-clothed Holy Envoy No. 1 will be very familiar with Tu Ye?

Thinking of this, Feng Lingxi was suddenly a little excited in his heart.

After all, she only knew that Tu Ye was not a person's name before, where to find this Tu Ye, and her eyes were black, and she didn't dare to ask Tu Jiayi, but Tu Jiayi would mention it to Tu Ye, wouldn't it be exposed first?

If Tu Ye is vigilant, it will be even more difficult to collect evidence in the future.

Therefore, I didn't dare to ask Tu Jiayi, and I was looking for someone like a needle in a haystack, and I really wanted to find such a person, which was really a bit of a fool's dream.

She looked at the black-clothed holy envoy, and the smile in her eyes became thicker, she really walked all over the iron shoes and found nowhere to go, and it didn't take any effort to get there.

"Do you know Master Tu? Tell me what you know. Feng Lingxi stared at the empty eyes of the black-clothed holy envoy and asked.

The black-clothed holy envoy barely stopped breathing, and spoke directly.

"Tu Ye lives in the Blue Blood Villa, single with a son, the enemy Huainan Palace, Tu Ye also has a well-known identity in the Jokhang Kingdom, Yu San, the famous Yu Dashan person."

If the black-clothed holy envoy didn't say that Yu Dashan Yu San, Feng Lingxi would still maintain his inner peace

Yu San, who in the entire Jokhang Kingdom doesn't know the great good man Yu San?

Perennial soup porridge, build bridges and pave roads, resettle refugees, and in the event of a disaster, the family property is scattered without pity, and there is no one in the entire Jokhang country who does not say that Yu Dashan is a good person, and has a bodhisattva heart.

Even many people did not worship any gods in the sky, but offered an immortal card to Yu Dashan.

However, such a person actually has a shadow in Bashan City.

Besides, he joined forces with Mr. Ji, staring at the dragon chair with fierce eyes, and this person was even more difficult.

Feng Lingxi took all the silver needles from the black-clothed holy envoy's body in a hurry, and then regardless of the black-clothed holy envoy who had just come to his senses and his face became hideous, he walked straight to the outside of the cell with Bai Su.

As soon as Feng Lingxi came out of the cell, he saw Yan Yan not far away, dressed in soap clothes, standing tall under the begonia tree, looking at her dotingly.

Feng Lingxi lifted the skirt and rushed towards him, the gentle breeze rolled up Feng Lingxi's clothes, and the beige ink rattan pattern skirt was running, like a delicate flower blooming in the wind, reflecting Feng Liu's more and more pretty, delicate eyebrows and eyes, this moment amazed the time.

Yan Yan took out a white plain from his sleeve pocket, and after Feng Liu stood still in front of him, he naturally helped Feng Liu wipe a fine layer of crystal sweat from his forehead.

Yan Yan's movements were very gentle, as if he was worried that the roughness of the handkerchief would wear out Feng Liu's forehead, which was as smooth as fine porcelain, so gentle that the light under Feng Liu's eyes became more vivid.

Although he knew that it was a little inappropriate to say this sentence at this time, Yan Yan looked at the sweet and pretty face in front of him, and couldn't help but say: "When we return to Beijing, we will get married." ”

Feng Lingxi was stunned, if after returning to Beijing, Yan Yan fell out with the King of Huainan because of the matter of Princess Huainan, I'm afraid there really are no relatives, right?

Such a lonely Yan Yan made her feel distressed, Feng Lingxi nodded slowly, she also wanted to accompany him.

Yan Yan smiled.

In the past, when Yan Yan smiled, he hooked the corners of his mouth at most, but this time, he rarely stretched his long eyebrows, and even the light in his long and narrow eyes became warm like an indissolvable spring breeze, warm and heartwarming.

But such a pair of eyes almost coincided with the eyes of Tu Yiyi in his memory.

Feng Lingxi looked at Yan Yan in a daze, took the initiative to take Yan Yan's slender hand, and the two walked side by side towards the temporary residence of the Yanei.

Yan Yan, who was talking about official business, regained a little cold and serious, and after listening to Feng Lingxi's words, he snorted coldly and commented.

"Mr. Ji was strongly recommended by the queen to stay, and a great sacrifice queen in a place of Yunnan dared to be placed next to the future prince, it is really stupid!

Since she is bent on going her own way, the prince is now being used as a gun, but it is just a backlash, let's not move for now, wait for the prince to be beaten down, and see who will come to the top to know who Mr. Ji wants to protect. ”

Feng Lingxi hesitated for a while and said, "I always feel that it is not the third prince. ”

Yan Yan glanced at Feng Liu unexpectedly and raised his eyebrows, knowing that Feng Liu has always been smart, but some things have not been confirmed, after all, there are some royal secrets involved, but Feng Liu is keenly aware of it.

Yan Yan didn't want to say anything about it, after all, when they returned to Beijing, they should basically be able to get to the bottom of it.

The two of them walked forward side by side in silence, and suddenly, Feng Lingxi opened his mouth and asked in a low and worried voice, "You go back...... Will it kill your father? 2k reading network