515 The gentleman is gone!

To the east is Kyoto, Yoshiso

Since Fu Yeshen returned from Yunqin Tianshan two days ago, he has been hiding in Yizhuang and living with the dead.

The reason why he avoided everyone was purely because he couldn't accept the fact that he almost lost his innocence.

A few days ago, he and Jun Mo were alone in the cave halfway up the mountain after the Yunqin Tianshan was about to attack, and they spent several hours alone.

During that period, Jun Mo had a recurrence of heart disease, and it seemed that he regarded him as a phoenix, hugging and hugging him.

Although Jun Moran quickly regained his senses and did not take him seriously, this incident still left a serious psychological shadow on Fu Yeshen.

Until now, Fu Yeshen's mind would still suddenly flash with Jun Mozhi's evil spirit, or gentle, or fierce appearance.

"Alas! Innocence is lost! ”

Fu Yeshen sighed helplessly, he never thought that one day he would be scared by a man to cry.

He never thought that Jun Mo Ran would be so terrifying.

Fu Yeshen's face was full of sadness, and his Danfeng eyes, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, were full of tears.

He was melancholy, turned over slightly, and accidentally pressed the cold corpse on his side, and couldn't help but gasp.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of rustling outside the lobby.

Fu Yeshen was vigilant, and in the blink of an eye, he slipped down from the couch and went to the couch in a familiar way.

Squeak –

As soon as Fu Yeshen lay down on the bed, the four family members of the Regent's Mansion gasped and placed Jun Fu on the idle couch in the lobby of Yizhuang.

"I didn't expect that the county lord would end up like this at such a young age!"

"If you want to blame, you can only blame the county lord for not knowing what to do! The princess is my great benefactor to the east, and she is good, but when she opens her mouth, she is abusive. ”

"Poor people must have something to hate. Over the years, she has been a powerful man in the palace. ”

"Alright. Let's go. Since the county lord of Junfu married into the royal family of Prince Yun, presumably, the envoys of Yun Qin will soon bring her back to Yun Qin. ”

………

After that, the four family members hurriedly left the lobby of Yizhuang, and even the stretcher carrying people fell into the lobby.

Although, their courage is not small.

But that doesn't mean they want to stay in the dead for long.

When Fu Yeshen heard the news of Jun Fu's death, he did not show the slightest surprise.

In the east of Kyoto, everyone knows that Jun Fu is a straw bag lord.

If it weren't for Jun Mo's protection, how could Jun Fu be able to mix well in the Kyoto noble girl circle.

Now, Yun Feibai has lost power, Jun Fu no longer has anyone to rely on, and life and death are also reasonable.

He was about to get out of the bed to check the cause of Jun Fu's death, but unexpectedly, the door of the lobby was blown open by a strong wind.

Fu Yeshen narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the creaking door, and retracted again.

Da Da Da –

With the sound of extremely light footsteps, a pair of Xuanyun root boots were the first to be printed into his eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, wanting to peek at the intruder's face.

However, before he could see the intruder's face, he was stunned by a strange scent.

By the time he awoke, it was an hour later.

He yawned lazily, and after a while he realized that he had been briefly stunned.

Fu Yeshen was vigilant, and hurriedly jumped out from under the bed, hurriedly raising his eyes to look around.

Really!

Just as he expected, Jun Fu's corpse was gone!

"Strange! It's just a corpse, who stole it? ”

Fu Yeshen supported his forehead with one hand, and his soft Danfeng eyes swept over and over again the hall full of dead bodies.

He was already sure that in the lobby, only Jun Fu's corpse was missing.

In other words, the people who stunned him came precisely for Jun Fu.

Could it be that the clouds are not white?

Wrong.

Yun Feibai was born very tall, and the person who broke into the lobby had a more obvious difference from Yun Feibai in terms of body shape.

Not to mention the difference in physique, just the height is half a head shorter.

If it is not Yun Feibai, who will it be?

After thinking about it for most of the day, Fu Yeshen still had no clue.

However, what is certain is that there is a chance that Jun Fu is still alive.

After all, only living people have use value.

Thinking of this, Fu Yeshen's eyes darkened slightly, he took a deep breath, strode out of Yizhuang, and ran non-stop to the Regent's Mansion.

Regent's Palace

Chasing Feng was leaning under the plane tree in front of the courtyard, looking at Qingluan with a smile on his face.

"Qingluan, you're so good-looking."

"Before it gets dark, we start talking nonsense!"

Chasing the wind Yan Yan smiled, "Qingluan is also looking forward to the dark, right?" ”

Qingluan blushed in shame and muttered quietly, "What am I looking forward to doing when it's dark?" You don't have to talk nonsense. ”

She understood the meaning of chasing the wind, and was so anxious that she stomped her foot.

"Qingluan, are you willing to follow me?" Chasing Feng put away the banter on his face, clasped Qingluan's shoulders lightly with both hands, and asked solemnly.

"What do you mean?"

"Naturally, marry me."

Qingluan's expression was slightly stunned, and it took a while to relieve.

At this time, her face was already red and dripping blood, and another layer of moisture had gathered in her originally clear eyes.

Seeing this, Chasing Feng didn't dare to push her in a hurry, and said repeatedly, "There is no need to answer in a hurry." It's not too late to tell me tomorrow morning. ”

"Hmm."

Qingluan tilted her head slightly, Xian Yan's lips swept over Chasing Feng's cheeks at a very fast speed, "I'll go back to the house first." ”

Chasing the wind was overjoyed when Qingluan responded.

He was about to take the opportunity to pour out his love for her one by one, but he was completely disturbed by Fu Yeshen, who came in a hurry.

(End of chapter)