Chapter 131: A Rare Friend

"Gongsun Qianyu, what kind of person are you? How are you doing now? ”

Mu Changjun came to the painting with the palace lantern, and carefully admired the girl with cinnabar like fire on the painting, he became more and more curious about the girl in the painting, and really hoped to meet her one day.

I heard Yan Feng say that she was a girl with natural powers, and she wore men's clothes since she was a child, although she didn't know why, Mu Changjun felt that it must be very cute, otherwise how could Yan Feng be so obsessed?

In the middle of the night, outside the Immortal Palace, where the cold wind was howling, several figures hurriedly came, stopping in front of Yan Feng's house, there were five people coming, and they carefully confirmed the room, as if they were afraid of making a mistake.

"The king said that this time we can only succeed, if something goes wrong, we don't have to go back to restore our lives."

A few men in black met outside the Immortal Palace to discuss tonight's actions, and it seemed that they had murderous intentions towards someone in the house.

"Yes!"

The other four black-clothed men nodded and entered the Immortal Palace one after another, and the Immortal Palace seemed to be a little wrong tonight, there used to be very vigilant Praetorian Guards, but now none of them are there.

Entering the Palace of Eternal Life, the man in black was looking for people in various rooms as if he were comfortable, and he was no stranger to the terrain inside, and soon found their target, and several people nodded and quietly sneaked into the room.

The sound of even breathing in the room, the ticking sound of Chenshui, and the very subtle sound of footsteps, they found Yan Feng located in the side hall with a good line of sight in the night, it seems that their target is Yan Feng of Chu State, so he is the person of the King of the South?

In fact, it's not true, their target is Yan Feng, but it doesn't prove that they are the people of the South King.

The room was very dark, and there were people on the bed faintly, and several people in black slowly approached the bed, unable to see whether it was Yan Feng on the bed, but they couldn't help delaying the time, and it wouldn't be long before the Praetorian Guards should return.

The two men outside the door were urging their comrades in the room, and they saw that there were torches coming in this direction not far away, and if they didn't leave sooner, they would definitely find them.

The two people on the side of the bed showed their swords in their hands and stabbed at the person on the bed fiercely, but before their swords touched the person on the bed, they were pushed out by a strong internal force, and in the blink of an eye, a person stood in front of the bed.

The two men who were guarding the door heard the movement in the house, and knew that the operation had failed, so they immediately withdrew their swords, and the two people in the house had to follow after seeing this.

However, how could the person standing in front of the bed let them go so easily, he immediately chased them out, several figures jumped on the roof one after another, and several people fought on the roof.

As soon as they left, the lights in the room were lit, Mu Changjun looked at Yan Feng, who was still asleep, and shook his head helplessly, this is what King Nan owes him, and he also owes him.

Yan Feng came to the south of the first day, he was drugged by the king of the south to disperse his kung fu, now he, not only has no martial arts, even ordinary people may not be as good as, the medicine under the king of the south, the medicine is too strong, for Yan Feng who is still a child, like poison, fortunately he has a natural appearance, it is rare to save a life, but he has fallen into a sick body, and the appearance of being weak and can't help the wind makes people feel distressed.

Mu Changjun always felt that he was not good, he knew that his father was going to drug Yan Feng, but he didn't stop him, so when Nanwang asked Yan Feng to go to the study to do chores, Mu Changjun asked Nanwang to bring someone over and stayed by his side to be a scholar.

Since the two intersected, Mu Changjun knew that he was right to keep him by his side, so he never regarded Yan Feng as a person, and when there were others, he had to be different from him, but once there were no others, he taught him to read books and teach him to practice some simple martial arts.

The various tonic delicacies that Nanwang gave him basically entered Yan Feng's stomach, and even the good clothes were let him wear in them, so that he would not be discovered by others, every time Nanwang came over, Mu Changjun pointed fingers at Yan Feng, and his attitude was very bad.

There is a light on Yan Feng's body that attracts Mu Changjun, I can't say what is special about him, it's just that his temper is very stubborn, and he has a persistent belief in his heart, and the others are the same as most princes in the palace.

Although the movement in the room just now was not loud, Mu Changjun still noticed it, as for Yan Feng, seeing that he was sleeping so deeply, he should not have been disturbed, Mu Changjun cut the wick short with peace of mind, and the room became dark again.

"Master should be able to handle it!"

Mu Changjun muttered out of the door, as soon as he went out, Yan Feng, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, he didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it.

Mu Changjun is better to himself than anyone else, he knows that Changjun is not because he pities himself, but he doesn't want to implicate anyone again, especially Mu Changjun.

originally thought that after leaving the Chu State, he would get better and would no longer implicate people related to him, but Mu Changjun caught him off guard, in addition to tonight's assassination, there have been many times in the past days, either poisoning or assassination, and every time it was Mu Changjun who saved himself from danger.

The only thing Yan Feng knew was that Mu Changjun seemed to be very curious about Qianyu, and every painting he painted was put away by Changjun, even though he didn't ask Changjun personally, Yan Feng was sure that Mu Changjun had a characteristic affection for Qianyu who had never met.

Yan Feng got out of bed, stood in front of the window, carefully capturing the movement outside, yes, Mu Changjun and his master were dealing with the few black-clothed people on the roof, listening to the sound of weapons colliding, he was relieved a lot, from the sound of weapon collision, it could be heard that Mu Changjun and they had the upper hand, and it was already two against one.

When the sound on the roof gradually disappeared, Yan Feng still stood in front of the window, until Changjun and his master came back, Changjun looked at him in surprise, but no one said anything, his master put away the sword in his hand, and left.

"Why did you wake up? Is it cold again? ”

Changjun wiped the little blood splashed on his hands, he thought, there is no need to explain, Yan Feng also knows what happened.

"It's not cold, it's good today! I was just worried about you, so I got up and looked."

Yan Feng took the cloth in Changjun's hand and helped him wipe his hands, his movements were very light, a pair of slender hands were like the hands of a weak and boneless girl, Changjun shook his head and laughed.

"Seeing that you are so caring, I think Qianyu will be a very graceful girl, who is ......"

Changjun looked at Yan Feng jokingly, but the words mentioned Qianyu again, I don't know where it started, he has already called Qianyu directly from your sister, maybe he didn't even find out himself!

"Qianyucai will not be a delicate girl, she has practiced martial arts since she was a child, her temperament is straightforward, her mother never let her do anything, she can't do piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she doesn't know anything about music and dance."

Yan Feng had finished wiping Changjun's hands, and began to dispel Changjun's whimsical thoughts, it was not that he didn't want to mention Qianyu, but every time he mentioned Qianyu, he would think of his mother, and when he thought of the young Qianyu to protect his mother, his heart hurt so much.

"Yes, she is not delicate, she can't do anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, do you say this about your sister?"

Changjun took off his robe and was about to go to bed, but was pulled by Yan Feng, and when Changjun looked back, he looked like he had something to ask.

"Did he send the man tonight?"

Yan Feng only had this sentence, his eyes were pleading, Changjun frowned, and shook his head.

"Although it is from the Chu State, it is definitely not sent by him, this time the person does not seem to have high martial arts, originally the master can handle it alone, but I think I should ask who is behind the scenes, but ...... They came prepared, and the people who caught them all took the poison, and once the acupuncture points on the body were ignited, the poison in the body would be triggered, and it seemed that someone didn't want you to go back alive."

Changjun lay down on the bed, holding the quilt and thinking about things, Nanwang's side would no longer make a move on Yan Feng, but Yan Feng was very close, except for his master, no one knew their private feelings at all.

"In the Chu State, only the sisters and mothers or Changfeng want to go back by themselves, but there are many people who don't want to go back, you don't have to say it, I also know that it must be those concubines in the harem who compete for favor."

Yan Feng turned off the light on the table, took off his robe and went to bed, just wanted to lie down, and found that there was something wrong, it didn't seem to be his own! His hand was groping on the bed, but Changjun's voice came from the other end.

"Let's change beds, I feel very comfortable sleeping in your bed!"

Changjun closed his eyes, casually wanted to send Yan Feng away, no need to think about it, Yan Feng also knew what he meant, he was afraid of the praying mantis catching cicadas, and the yellow finch was behind.

Yan Feng has nothing to say, who made himself a sick and weak scholar now? If it weren't for Changjun, he would be in this palace, don't say that he has lived here for ten years, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive the first day.

Changjun didn't take the events of that night to heart, because it had long been commonplace, but Yan Feng had no energy for a few days, he didn't let Changjun know that he would have nightmares every night, in addition to dreaming that his mother was being bullied, he also dreamed that Qianyu fell in a pool of blood, and he wanted to save her, but he had no choice but to attack the door but it was closed, no matter how he knocked, the door never opened.

Every now and then, when he woke up, he was sweating profusely, his surroundings were dark, and he was in a foreign land, and he didn't know if it was a dream or if they were really like this.

Since the beginning of autumn, Yan Feng's body has become more and more weak, fortunately, the king of the south has not often come to see Changjun recently, otherwise he will see Changjun boiling medicine in person, or even feeding Yan Feng medicine in person.

Maybe it's the sustenance of longing, most of what happened in Yan Feng's dream is real, but now Qianyu is in the Bitter Sword Gate, although he was poisoned before, but now he is alive and well.

Qianyu has been waiting for Ye Qiuke's news for several days, thinking about her mother and relatives, and worrying about whether Ye Qiuke who went to the palace will be in danger, she grew up in the palace since she was a child, and there are really few places she has been to, not to mention that the man has never entered the palace at all.

It's normal to delay some time, she thinks about it every day, but she doesn't know that Ye Qiuke is already on his way back to the mountain.