Since the battle of the Imperial Capital, Bai Feng's popularity has declined rapidly.

One thing that had such a big advantage made Bai Feng do something wrong, and even gave the Zhuge Duhan family, which was already dying, a chance to regain his life, not only for Bai Feng, but also for the royal family.

Some old monsters who can speak well in the royal family have spoken one after another, asking Bai Feng to reflect on it.

Even, there are even hot-tempered people who ask to rip off the title of Crown Prince Bai Feng and make him an ordinary prince.

However, for Bai Xin, the only prince in the entire royal family who can handle it seems to be Bai Feng.

Therefore, it is naturally impossible for him to agree to those old and immortal waste reserves, but a reprimand is indispensable.

Bai Feng is not stupid, he is much clearer than anyone else about the current situation, and if he stays in the imperial capital like this, maybe something will really go wrong.

Therefore, two days after Leng Meiying left the imperial capital, he also returned to Hanshilin.

Although he may face Leng Meiying's revenge here, Yin Nong is not an ornament.

No one will die in Hanshilin, this is an iron rule of Yinnong, and no one can break it.

And over the years, whether it is Yin Nong or the previous owner of Hanshilin, Hanshilin has not let Hanshilin die.

No matter how capable Leng Meiying is, Yin Nong will not allow her to mess around in Hanshilin.

At this time, where did the second prince still have half of that kind of princely bearing, shrinking on the seat like a defeated fierce dog, bowing his head, frowning and thinking deeply.

By the side of the second prince, a mysterious person wearing a cloak sat quietly, and through the introduction of the night scales, Leng Meiying knew that this person was the boss of the waning moon, Ouyang Rufeng.

This person has a slender body and a tall momentum, although he is just sitting there quietly, he still stands like an unsheathed peerless fierce soldier.

Seeing Leng Meiying's gaze sweeping towards him, Ouyang Rufeng's cloak was slightly raised, and a pair of blood-red eyes behind the cloak looked towards Leng Meiying.

His eyes were like two knives, and even his cloak had been pierced with two holes under that piercing gaze.

Leng Meiying was silent, his eyes looked at him gently, and he was not shocked.

This pair of eyes was full of killing intent, and even if they were used to seeing the cold shadows of dead people, they felt a strong smell of blood.

This kind of cold look in the eyes is very familiar, it is not the first time she has seen it, when she looked in the mirror before, this kind of look often appeared in it, but the eyes in the mirror before, the smell of blood was a hundred times stronger than the smell of blood in Ouyang Rufeng's eyes.

If it is to be compared, then Ouyang Rufeng crawled out of the pile of dead people, while Leng Meiying slashed all the way from the sea of corpses and blood, and passed by fiercely!

The difference between the two, like heaven and earth, is simply immeasurable.

Therefore, Leng Meiying's eyes on Ouyang Rufeng now have no pressure at all.

For her, this look was no different from the threatening look that a child threw at her.

On the contrary, it was Ouyang Rufeng, and when he saw Leng Meiying's eyes as deep as the starry sky, his expression became a little unnatural.

Without stopping for too long on Ouyang Rufeng's body, Leng Meiying's eyes turned and threw himself at the Thirteen Swords of Leng Yue.