The other was about to cry out, but he grabbed the man by the shoulders with both hands, jumped up and put the chains on his feet and put them around the neck of the other man. The body spun violently, and the two of them were thrown to the ground together, unable to make a sound.

The owner of Qingyuan Village was about to call someone, but Feng Yichen snorted coldly, "This poison can only be solved by this king, and you will die together if you speak out." ”

When the owner of Qingyuan heard this, he immediately closed his mouth, because he had already felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He let go of the two people who had almost broken their necks from him, got up slowly, and stretched out his hand to the owner of Qingyuan with a cold face: "Help this king open it, and I will give you the antidote when this king leaves." ”

Feng Yichen was covered with scars but still did not reduce the nobility on his body, his face was cold, and his momentum was compelling, "Don't think that you can find the antidote from this king, there are at least ten kinds of poisons on this king's body, if you are not afraid of dying immediately, you can try it." ”

The owner of Qingyuan has worked under him for many years, and he is instinctively a little afraid of him, so he took out the key on his body and opened the shackles and shackles for Feng Yichen.

Feng Yichen took out a porcelain bottle from behind his waist, poured out an antidote and took it.

When the owner of Qingyuan saw it, he reached out and grabbed it.

Feng Yichen's dark eyes glowed with coldness, and he threw the porcelain bottle containing the antidote to him,

When he took the antidote and poured the antidote into his mouth in a panic, Feng Yichen's toes hooked the long sword on the ground, and between the lightning and flint, the long sword came out of its sheath and wiped the neck of the owner of Qingyuan.

He stared at Feng Yichen unwillingly, his throat gurgling, and blood kept gushing out of his veins.

Feng Yichen glanced at him expressionlessly, took out the key from his waist, took the long sword, and went to the water prison with ease.

Qingyuan Villa was built by him, and he was very familiar with it.

Yun Xing was soaking in cold water, his face was grayish-white, and he was already unconscious.

Feng Yichen jumped into the water, and the water in the winter dungeon was cold to the bone, and the bones of cold people hurt.

Yun Xing didn't know how long he had been soaked in the water, Feng Yichen patted Yun Xing, who was strongly supporting his spirit, "Wake up, this king will take you out." ”

Yun Xing tried hard to open his eyes, looked at Feng Yichen, and was so frozen that he couldn't open his mouth, and could only hum a few syllables, "Don't...... me...... Rajah...... Let's go~"

He knew that he couldn't leave, and he didn't want to drag Feng Yichen down, like him, even if he went out, he might not be able to live.

Feng Yichen didn't speak, found the key to open his chains, and carried him out of the water prison.

The people he brought with him naturally wouldn't be left here.

Wake up with a cloud on your back, sword in hand, and walk the familiar route, avoiding the guards in the cell.

Over the years, he trusted the owner of Qingyuan too much, and wholeheartedly handed over the villa to him to manage, so he ended up in this situation.

Ahead was the exit of the dungeon, where four or five guards were drinking and punching.

Feng Yichen dodged sideways, took out the drug from his belt, and tapped his toes on his back with Yun Xing, and before a few people could react, he had already spilled the drug, and several people fell to the ground in an instant.

He pulled a person's belt, tied Yun Xing to his waist, took the wine jar with one hand, fell to the ground, knocked over the oil lamp with his hand, and the fire broke out instantly.

The villa he worked so hard to manage, even if it was destroyed, it couldn't be cheapened by King Xiang.

As soon as he came out of the dungeon with Yun Xing on his back, he was surrounded by King Xiang and his people.

King Xiang looked at Feng Yichen with contemptuous eyes and mocked: "The ninth brother himself is difficult to protect, and he didn't forget to save an attendant, it's really affectionate and righteous." ”

Feng Yichen pulled Yun Xing to his body with both hands, and said to him, "Hold it tight." ”

After speaking, he dragged Yun Xing with one hand, and the other made a gesture to raise the long sword, but quietly picked out another bottle of poison from his waist.

The medicine bottle flew into the air, he waved his long sword, and the poison flew into the air along with the fragments of the porcelain bottle, and King Xiang hurriedly covered his mouth and nose.

Feng Yichen took advantage of this gap, tapped his toes, waved his long sword, and broke a way out under the siege of everyone.

There was no love war, he quickly left Qingyuan Villa with Yun Xing.

In the past two days, he was tortured by King Xiang, scarred, and he didn't run far before he lost his strength.

He propped his body with his sword, took out the antidote to the poison just now, and gave it to Yun Xing.

Yun Xing's body regained some intuition, and he struggled to jump off Feng Yichen, but fell to the ground because of the numbness of his legs.

Feng Yichen helped him up, "Don't be reckless, this place is only a few dozen miles away from Linning City, but we don't have horses, and we will soon be caught up by King Xiang's people, we won't go back to Linning, we will go directly to the west by detour." ”

Of course, there will naturally be people chasing him on the road to the west, but he has other paths.

……

Lin Mo hadn't received Feng Yichen's letter for three days, and Feng Mian had been gone for three days, without any news.

Today, she is still looking forward to receiving Feng Yichen's letter in front of the door.

Qingge came over with a cloak and put it on Lin Mo, and moved the charcoal basin to her side, "Princess, don't sit at the door, it's frozen, and the colt will feel distressed when it comes back." ”

"Well, I'll just look at the snow." Lin Mo looked at the snowflakes flying outside, his heart was like a cold winter, cold to the bone.

She didn't know if Feng Yichen had an accident?

The point is that she can't do anything, and that's what bothers her the most.

At lunchtime, Jinfengxi came on time with food.

Seeing Lin Mo sitting at the door blowing the cold wind and watching the snow, his clear eyes paused for a moment, "Sister, let's eat first, and then look at the snow when the meal is warm." ”

Lin Mo responded, got up with his waist and returned to the table.

Jin Fengxi walked over and moved the charcoal basin to Lin Mo's side, before coming back to take out the food.

Seeing Lin Mo's unrelenting appearance, he handed her a pair of chopsticks, "Sister, don't think about it, now that the wind and snow are so big, maybe there was an accident on the carrier pigeon road, and there is nothing wrong with the horse at all." ”

"Hmm." Lin Mo responded lightly, picked up the dish with chopsticks and took a bite, but he really didn't have much appetite, and the dish tasted like chewing wax in his mouth.

For the sake of the child in his belly, Lin Mo forced himself to eat some.

Suddenly, a strange sound came into his ears, Lin Mo hurriedly put down his chopsticks, got up and walked to the door.

If she heard it right, it was the sound of carrier pigeons.

Soon, a carrier pigeon landed on the window frame, she hurriedly asked Qingge to bring the carrier pigeon over, quickly opened the letter, saw the familiar handwriting, and the heart of carrying it for three days instantly sank.

She let out a slow breath of cloudy air.

In the letter, Feng Yichen said that she was busy not writing a letter a few days ago, and now she is on the way back, so let her rest assured, don't reply to the letter, I am afraid it will be difficult to receive it.

Seeing Feng Yichen's letter, Lin Mo was naturally relieved, and the corners of his lips also brought a long-lost smile.

Seeing the letter, Lin Mo suddenly felt that he hadn't eaten enough, returned to the table, and continued to eat some dishes in a good mood.

Looking at Lin Mo's changes, Jin Fengxi's dark eyes flashed with an inexplicable look, and he sandwiched a piece of meat for her, "Sister eats meat." ”

Lin Mo was in a good mood, eating the dishes was much more fragrant, and praised Jin Fengxi with a smile: "Fengxi's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and the dishes are getting better and better." ”