As soon as the day dawned, Feng Yici, the prince of Fuchen Kingdom, sat in the soft sedan chair, saw a group of people walking on the opposite side, looked around, did not see the person in his heart, the corners of his mouth hooked a smile of victory, and when they walked in, he came down from the soft sedan chair, "What about the eighth emperor brother?" ”

"Back to the prince's words, the eighth prince has something to come later, let his subordinates take the first step." A man at the front of the line came out and replied.

"According to your itinerary, it should have arrived a long time ago, but it was enough for this prince to wait here for an hour, you eighth prince is really a big shelf." Feng Yici said angrily, shocking the man who replied.

The man clasped his hands into fists and knelt on the ground, "I hope the prince will calm his anger......

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of horses' hooves from a distance, Feng Huayin and Zhang Wei were riding horses towards this side, and when they walked in, Feng Huayin turned over and dismounted, walked to the prince with an expressionless face, and said: "This king will be a step late because of the obstruction." ”

There was no apology in the words, just a simple statement, Feng Yici narrowed his eyes, he hated Feng Huayin's arrogance the most, he was obviously an unfavored prince, and he still had to put himself so noble, hum!

Before the prince could speak, he heard Feng Huayin's undulating voice say, "Doesn't the prince want to know when this king met?" ”

"Oh, I don't know what can stop me from fighting bravely and skillfully against the Eighth Prince."

Zhang Wei stepped forward with something covered in a black cloth, handed it to the prince and removed the black cloth, and a sword carved with dragons and clouds was presented in front of Feng Yici.

What the?!

Feng Yici's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the familiar sword in front of him, how could this sword be in his hand, wasn't it in his palace?

Feng Huayin stroked the carving on it, and said casually: "This king was ambushed on the road to delay the trip, fortunately, this group of killers is not as smart as this king thought, all of them were annihilated, and ......" He paused, picked up the sword, played with it in his hand, and said word by word, "And the killer also left this sword, this sword is very familiar to the king, but I can't remember the source for a while, I don't know if the royal brother can give this king an answer." ”

Feng Yici gritted his teeth and said, "This sword belongs to the prince." ”

This is obviously a frame-up, he only sent a team of people to assassinate him on the road, but he learned that Feng Huayin was not in the team, and the people he sent did not do it at all, where would there be any killers.

He wanted to go out of the city to find his fault, but he didn't expect to be put on a table by him, although he didn't know how he got this dragon sword, but with what he just said, he also had his own good feelings in front of his father.

He could have not admitted this matter, but in Fuchen Kingdom, only the Son of Heaven and the crown prince were qualified to wear the dragon sword, and the hilt of the sword was engraved with the word Yi, which was ordered by his father and emperor when he was born, so how could he not admit it.

"Oh, it's the royal brother's? I wonder why this sword ended up in the hands of the thief who assassinated the king? ”

Feng Yici lowered his eyebrows and thought about it, suddenly raised his head and smiled a little annoyed, "This is the fault of the imperial brother, a while ago a thief stole the dragon sword given to the palace by his father, I didn't expect this group of thieves to assassinate the Eighth Emperor again, this is really a big conspiracy, the thief is to make our two brothers discordant, I believe that the Eighth Emperor is so smart that he will not be fooled." ”

The corners of Feng Huayin's mouth hooked up a smile, handed the sword in his hand to Feng Yici, turned over the jujube red horse, looked at Feng Yici condescendingly and said: "Brother Huang is right, the younger brother will naturally not be tricked, the royal brother should take good care of this dragon sword, after all, it was given by his father, and the younger brother has to return to Beijing to return to his father, take a step first." ”

After speaking, he stepped up and ran quickly in the direction of the capital.

Feng Yici grabbed the dragon sword fiercely, his fingertips turned white, and he looked at the direction where Feng Huayin left with anger on his face, and said ruthlessly in his heart: Feng Huayin, this palace swears to crush you.

In Ning Xiyue's Zen courtyard in the Fufa Temple, a female priest came to clean the room with a duster, and saw Ning Xiyue lying on the bed, coughing a few times from time to time, Rong Xia was worried and waited on the side, walked over and asked, "What's wrong with the girl." ”

"Hey, my young lady was originally weak, and she injured her body by chanting for her wife in the past few days, and turned her old problem out. Rong Xia said.

The woman heard this, lowered her eyebrows, and saw that this medicine bottle was not fake, her eyes were rolling, Rong Xia saw her like this, and couldn't help but look at her with white eyes, such a pure floating temple still has such a dark person.

"I'm done cleaning, girl have a good rest." After speaking, she left with the cleaning tools, she didn't see it, when she turned around, Ning Xiyue glanced at Rong Xia, and Rong Xia quietly followed her out.

"Miss Qinghe, I don't think Miss Naning looks like a person who practices martial arts, are you wrong with the news?" After turning a few corners, the woman walked up to Qinghe and whispered.

Yesterday, the Qinghe girl told her that Miss Ning stole the secret book of their temple and was secretly practicing martial arts, and when I saw it today, I didn't feel like what Qinghe said, this Miss Ning is so weak, how to practice martial arts, and didn't the host say that Miss Ning can't lift her spirit.

"Impossible, I saw her in black the night before yesterday practicing martial arts in the courtyard." After a pause, he took out a certain amount of silver from his bosom and stuffed it into the woman's arms, "As long as you can help me find out the evidence of Ning Xiyue's martial arts, our eldest lady will have more benefits for you, think about it, this is not only to help the eldest lady, but to avoid the outflow of your Zen academy exercises." ”

The woman took the silver and bit it, listened to Qinghe's words, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

The two of them didn't know that all this was really seen by a pair of eyes in the dark.

After Rong Xia went back, he said to Ning Xiyue one by one, and Cuiliu on the side said angrily: "The slave knows that there is something wrong with this woman, so she came to clean the Zen Temple, and her eyes looked at the young lady from time to time, but she didn't expect it to be from Qinghe." ”

Ning Xiyue looked at the indignant Cuiliu and smiled: "When did our Cuiliu become so thoughtful, well, when you grow up, it's time to find a good husband for you." ”

"Miss, I'm helping you fight the grievances, why did you make a joke about Cuiliu." Cuiliu blushed her little face, stomped her little feet, and said coquettishly.

"Well, I agree with Miss." Rong Xia smiled and said with a smile to Ning Xiyue.

"Hmph, Rong Xia and Miss are both bad people, Cuiliu ignores you." After speaking, the little face was flushed and ran towards the door.

Rong Xia put away her smile and said seriously: "What should Miss do now?" ”

"Since she is greedy for money, I will satisfy her." took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, "This medicine will make people hallucinate, you quietly sprinkle it on her clothes, as for Qinghe, there is no need, she and I will keep it and return it to my sister-in-law alive." ”

Rong Xia and Cuiliu already knew that Ning Xiyue was practicing martial arts and medical skills, so it was not surprising that Ning Xiyue had this medicine.