Chapter Eighty-Seven: King Chen's play is good

"Miss Li is just frightened, her qi and blood are weak, and the injury is not big, she only needs to recuperate for a few days to recover, and Your Highness can put away your expression."

Lu Feng put away the needle bag expressionlessly, didn't look at Xiao Mochen and said to himself, the implication is: The universe is still there, the years are fine, but put away your expression as if the universe is about to be destroyed.

Looking at Xiao Mochen, whose eyebrows were stretched and his face was gradually recovering, Lu Feng snorted coldly in his heart, he didn't want to say anything more to him, said goodbye, got up and wanted to go out.

"Don't go far, this king will summon you at any time." Xiao Mochen, who was originally staring at Lige gently, suddenly raised his eyes to see Lu Feng, who had been busy all night and didn't even have to drink a sip of water.

"Yes! Subordinates receive orders! Lu Feng replied angrily, lifted the curtain heavily, and jumped down on one foot, his face darker than the night.

"You can dissipate your anger, the master is safe and sound, better than anything else." Holding a knife in his arms, Xiaobei, who was lazily leaning against the trunk of the tree, said leisurely to Lu Feng, who was not breathing smoothly due to anger.

Lu Feng looked back at the carriage behind him, and walked a few steps away before speaking: "Of course, it is a good thing that His Highness is in good health, but His Highness is indeed a little too much this time. Obviously the body is fine, and the master of the Yuan Hall wants to send a message back to Jinling, the moment I received the letter, I was almost shocked to vomit blood, but even if I didn't vomit blood, a day and a night of fast horse galloping, I almost took half my life, and I now feel that this leg is about to cost off. Lu Feng dragged the injured leg, sat on the grass, stretched his leg straight, and gave Xiaobei a hard look: I'm tired, come and help me beat my leg.

Xiaobei scolded in a low voice, shuffled his steps closer to him, sat down, rolled his eyelids to the sky, and comforted himself in his heart: Forget it, for the sake of you who are about to lose half your life for the sake of the savior, it doesn't hurt to help you pinch your legs.

Lu Feng squinted his eyes comfortably, his expression relaxed, his hands supported the grass, and then said: "I thought that my medical skills were not perfect, His Highness only injured his spleen, and the other pulses were normal, so it stands to reason that he should wake up after the injection, but he has no signs of waking up." I thought he was unconscious because of heart disease, but it turned out that it was just because His Royal Highness was acting. In other words, His Highness has good acting skills and deceived all of us. ”

"Why don't you praise me? When I was at the Yunlai Inn, I knew that His Highness was fine, and in order to make this scene look realistic, you can see how many tears I shed. Xiaobei looked proud, and raised his chin at Lu Feng.

Lu Fengjian raised his eyebrows, glared at Xiaobei angrily, and said unhappily: "Then why don't you follow me?" ”

Xiaobei shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "The less people know about this, the more realistic the play will be, and the less likely it will be to show the stuffing." ”

The cold pupils were dark, Lu Feng stared at the ground in a daze, and was silent thoughtfully for a long time before he opened his lips and asked the conjecture in his heart: "The reason why Your Highness even hid me and the Yuan Hall Master is because you suspect that there are ghosts in the Qinglong Hall?" ”

Xiaobei stopped what he was doing, his face was grim, he nodded frequently at Lu Feng, and replied to him: "Last time, Mr. Tang was ambushed on the way back from Nanling, and the master suspected that our people were hiding other people's internal ghosts, and after arriving in Jialing, this guess was confirmed." You must know that every time the master goes out, he will cut off the tail behind him, but Wei Rulan can still find our foothold accurately, and she also played a drama with the ghosts of Qinglongtang. Wei Rulan has always been invisible, coincidentally, her whereabouts were exposed as soon as she entered Jialing, and even more coincidentally, as soon as the master went out, she took Miss Li away. ”

"Is the master suspicious of Yuan Tianji? After all, they are all from Xiliang, and they still have a relationship. Lu Feng asked after Xiaobei's words.

Xiaobei shook his head and said he didn't know, "The master spread the news of his serious illness, and he originally wanted to fish in troubled waters and find out the ghost behind it, but he didn't expect so many things to happen in the end, and even King Xin and Chen Nian came." ”

"The Valley of the Wicked is full of ears and eyes all over the world, and after they got the news of Miss Li's abduction, with the relationship between the Prime Minister and the Valley of the Wicked, Chen Nian rushed to the rescue for a while, which makes sense. But His Highness has been in a coma in bed, how did he persuade King Xin? Lu Feng was puzzled and annoyed, King Chen never told him this, and hid everything from him, saying that it was to protect his safety, who knows if he didn't trust him.

Xiaobei grinned, the night was hazy, his face was dark, and when he smiled at the moment, he only saw a mouthful of big white teeth, a little honest, he smiled and said: "King Xin needs to persuade him with his mouth, as long as he puts the interests in front of him, he doesn't have to smell it." The world's first village is rich enough to rival the country, with inexhaustible gold and silver treasures, and King Xin has long coveted this piece of fat. ”

Lu Feng nodded in agreement with him, undeniable: "I thought that His Highness would go to find Miss Li's whereabouts when he woke up, but I didn't expect him to calm down and deploy." ”

Moving his somewhat sore fingers, Xiao Bei sat beside Lu Feng, raised his eyes to look at the night sky as thick as black velvet, the moonlight was thin, there were many broken silver stars in the sky, the wind was very strong and cold, he unconsciously shrank down, "It's not because of Wei Rulan, the woman who thinks she is smart." She poured blood on the futon, trying to create the illusion that Miss Li had been killed, but if she really had to kill someone on the spot, why bother to move the body away, there were many secret guards around Miss, it was not easy for her to get close to her, let alone escape with her body. However, the most important point is that the blood stains on the futon are not right, and somehow the master can see it, so there are those things that follow. ”

"Legend has it that the Xiliang witch has superb skills and talents, so it seems that it is nothing more than that." Lu Feng scoffed.

"Heh, that woman is flashy, but there is one thing that is very consistent with the rumors, that is, she is ruthless, cruel and unkind, and even her own people can be easily sacrificed."

With his head tilted, Lu Feng raised his sword eyebrows and stared at Xiao Bei suspiciously: "Are you talking about that thin mute?" You seem to care about him? He is a prisoner, you not only treat him well, but also care about his injuries, and do not hesitate to spend your own energy to heal his injuries, why is this? ”

Except for King Chen's affairs, Lu Feng is rarely interested and curious about other people's affairs, at this moment he squinted his eyes and looked at Xiaobei, which made Xiaobei feel very uncomfortable, looked away, and found a reason: "Wei Rulan escaped, and now that the little mute is in our hands, maybe we can use it as a bait to lure her to the bait." ”

In addition to this reason, Xiaobei really couldn't find any other reason, because he didn't know why he had special feelings for that little mute, even if they were hostile, he didn't want him to get hurt as if he wanted him to die.

Was it just because the little mute had given him a little windmill?

Xiaobei's brows tightened, but he found that Lu Feng was still squinting at him, and his thin lips opened slightly: "You yourself said that Wei Rulan ruthlessly gave up the little mute, would you risk your life to save him?" After staring at him for a long time, Lu Feng lowered his head and chuckled, patted him on the shoulder with his hand, and asked him to get up.

Xiaobei's face was inexplicable, and he replied angrily: "What are you doing?" ”

didn't speak, Lu Feng just stared at Xiaobei with a smile, and his scalp was numb.