Feng Duhan took the guards of the palace and hurried back to the South Palace.

In fact, he remembered the events of his previous life, but due to the suddenness of the incident, he couldn't sort out these memories clearly for a while, and he only felt that his mind was a mess, and his true qi was running around in the meridians.

He reluctantly rushed back to the palace, and after entering Qingyue Residence directly, he ordered someone to seal the courtyard.

But it didn't take much effort, and someone outside said: "Lord Shizi, His Royal Highness has come down." ”

The room was quiet, there was no movement, and the little guy who spread the news only felt a thin layer of sweat floating on his back.

"Your Royal Highness, the prince has ordered not to see the guests." It's hard to be a little girl.

"It's okay, this king can wait for him here." The King of England stood under the porch, through the door, as if trying to see through the door.

He originally left Tianchan Temple, but for some reason, along the way, he always remembered what happened in Meilin today, and his heart became more and more awkward, so when he heard the news that Feng Duhan hurried back to the palace, he rushed to the palace as soon as possible.

The King of England stood under the porch for a while, when he suddenly heard the sound of the blade breaking through the air from the backyard, so he left the main house and walked along the courtyard path in the direction of the backyard.

He and Feng Duhan have been together since they were children, so he is also familiar with this Qingyue Residence.

As soon as the king stepped into the backyard, he was greeted by a cold murderous aura, and he couldn't help but slow down and cautiously entered the courtyard.

On the open blue brick floor in the courtyard, Feng Duhan was dressed in a plain white shirt, standing with a sword, and on the bluestone table beside him, he threw the brocade robe he had just taken off, and the scabbard inlaid with precious stones.

"The prince is so interested." The King of England curled his moonlight eyes, and a light smile hung on the corner of his lips.

Wind Twilight Han's sword was held behind him with one hand, and his phoenix eyes were slightly condensed, staring at the British King.

At this moment, King Ying only felt that the prince of Nanwang opposite was so unfamiliar, he couldn't help frowning lightly and called, "Prince? ”

Feng Dusk Hanfeng's eyes widened, he glanced at the weapon rack standing on the side, raised his empty hand, pointed his index finger and middle finger at the British King, and hooked it into his arms.

King Ying raised his eyebrows, "The prince wants to have a discussion?" ”

Feng Duhan was silent, and the fierceness in his eyes became more and more aggressive.

King Ying Lang laughed, "It's rare for the prince to accompany him today, but this king is disrespectful." With that, he hurried to the weapon rack, and drew a long sword with the tip of the sword across his left arm, level with his right arm, and made a sword move.

Feng Duhan is still holding the sword in one hand, and the hidden sword is not exposed, but up and down Zhou's body, the faint murderous aura is like a gust of wind, blowing the branches and leaves of the trees in the courtyard swaying.

The king couldn't help but tighten his heart, and shouted: "Happy! The blade moved slightly, turning into a cloud of white light and attacking the opposite side.

Feng Duhan's body did not move, but the long sword in his hand was as agile as a pit viper, and then swung out, clinging to the long sword body in the hand of the British King, and counterattacked straight up.

King Ying was shocked, and hurriedly retreated half a step, not wanting the opponent's sword blade to follow him like a shadow, clinging to his sword body, only to hear the crisp impact sound in his ears, and the double swords burst out with golden sparks in the air.

The king of England did not dare to be careless, and held his breath for the moment and went all out to fight.

The two came and went in the courtyard, fighting for more than 100 rounds, and the king gradually felt overwhelmed, and wanted to stop but the wind and twilight were pressing step by step, and the momentum was fierce, and the sword qi was like a flying arrow shooting through, and the branches and leaves fell, and there were deep sword marks on the blue brick ground.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "ding", and the long sword in the hand of the king was knocked away by the wind and twilight cold horizontal sword, and the long sword spun in mid-air, flying out ten steps away, and then it fell to the ground with a clang.

The king of England only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb for a while, and said with a smile: "The prince is really worthy of being a first-class general, I remember that when I was a child, this king could still draw with you, and I don't want to be defeated now." ”

Feng Duhan held the sword in one hand, his deep phoenix eyes were like a thousand-year-old well, the tip of the sword stopped between the two, he only needed to take another half step forward, and the tip of the sword could stab the king of England.

"I conceded." Feng Duhan said word by word, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of between his teeth, which made people feel chills behind his back. King Ying smiled happily, hiding a trace of astonishment that flashed in his eyes, if he was not wrong just now, Feng Duhan's last move was clearly with killing intent, although the two were just fighting, but the killing intent was real.

He couldn't understand why Twilight had suddenly become hostile to him, they had always been friends, and although they used each other more, it didn't stop them from interacting with each other.

But just now, for the first time, he felt a sense of fear of the existence of the wind and twilight.

This feeling has not been experienced by anyone other than his own father, who has been able to put so much pressure on him.

Feng Duhan took half a step back with an expressionless face, and the sword body picked up a sword flower and re-burdened him.

"What does the King mean?" There is no politeness, and the wind and twilight cold go straight to the point.

The king waved his sleeves and dusted off the dust on the placket, "Doesn't the prince just want to stand here and talk to this king, and he hasn't even seen a cup of tea since he entered the mansion?" ”

"Someone, tea." Twilight commanded without looking back.

Not long after, a small servant carried a black lacquer tray into the courtyard, and placed the tea set on the stone table with his hands and feet.

Feng Duhan put the long sword back in the scabbard, and then picked up the brocade robe that had been thrown aside, and put it on his body as if no one was around.

King Ying sat on the stone bench, and the moon in his eyes shrank slightly: this is by no means his illusion, the prince of Nanwang is indeed a little different.

"Actually, I didn't have anything important to do today." The king of England waved away the little servant, poured a cup of tea for the wind and twilight with his own hands, and then filled his cup, "This time I didn't have the opportunity to see the monks of Tianchan Temple, and this king is very sorry." ”

Halfway through his words, he peeked at Twilight Cold, thinking that he would continue, but what he didn't expect was that Twilight Han was holding the teacup and drinking it all, as if he didn't care what he was talking about.

The King of England brought the teapot back and filled the cup for him.

After drinking four cups in a row, the King poured tea for him four times.

"What the hell is the King trying to say?" Feng Duhan suddenly put down the teacup, and a sneer faintly appeared on the corner of his lips.

The King of England was stunned for a moment, he was very familiar with the expression of the wind and twilight, he was clearly annoyed by him, but after thinking about it, the King of England couldn't find the place where he offended him.

"This king only wants to know what happened in Merlin today, why didn't you and the third miss disappear at that time?" The King simply spoke out.

Feng Duhan chuckled disdainfully, "This son is still looking for someone to ask clearly, at that time, you and the eldest lady of the Zhenguo Mansion disappeared together, but let us find it." ”

King Ying frowned, "In this way, there is really something strange in the forest, could it be that the monk doesn't want to see us, so he is making a fool of himself?" ”

Feng Duhan rubbed the edge of the teacup with one hand, his eyes were deep, and he was silent.

The king sighed, "The third lady has been weaker since she was a child, and she is a coward, and this king is afraid that she will be frightened. ”

"The King of England really pities the jade." Feng Duhan said lightly, his tone faintly sour, but the King of England didn't notice it.

"In two more years, after waiting for the third lady and Lu, this king will marry her into the mansion, so naturally you should pay more attention."

Feng Duhan's hand holding the teacup clenched for three points, and before he could speak, he suddenly saw a guard hurriedly coming in from outside the courtyard, coming to Feng Duhan's side, and whispered, "Lord Shizi, the news sent by Lord Tsing Yi ...... Something happened to the third lady of the Zhenguo Mansion......"