"Do you see your face clearly?"

"Masked." Jiao Yu scratched the floor hard, making a creaking sound, "At least in human form."

"The official found the fragments of the jar in the envoy's house, with gunpowder attached to the surface." It then added, "I just went to see it, and the explosion point may be next to the bed or under the bed."

He Lingchuan snorted: "They can't wait for me to be crushed."

According to the power of this explosive, if he had slept in bed at that time, no matter how good the defensive formation was, it would probably be useless.

The more the mountain sinks, the more it sinks, like water.

At this time, another guard suddenly strode in and reported: "Your Highness, the official who searched the scene has been poisoned!"

"What?" Fushan Yue Daqi. Why are there so many strange things tonight? He jumped to the scene of the incident in three steps and two steps, and Jiao Yu followed.

The poisoned official had been carried out, convulsed all over, and green foam was bubbling from the corners of his mouth. It's all like this, no wonder the guards are sure that he was poisoned.

The doctor equipped by the post house, He Lingchuan and others examined the injury, and now they rushed to the medical officer with the medicine box.

He was not idle this night.

Fu Shanyue didn't have time to watch him treat his injuries, so he jumped lightly to the second floor.

He Lingchuan's residence was bombed to the point that two walls were missing, the beams and pillars had collapsed, and the furniture was in a mess, most of which were charred and scorched.

As Jiao Yu said, a few crockpot fragments can occasionally be found in the corner. There were also two officials here, and when they saw their companions being carried down, they no longer dared to rummage around, and only used their weapons to provoke.

Fushiyama asked, "How can you be poisoned?"

"He's searching, and he's gone down without warning!" "Where have you touched?"

Official errand--pointed out.

Fushan squatted down and checked it with his own hands.

The official reminded him, "Your Highness, beware of poison!" Fu Shanyue snorted.

Will you be afraid of poison? Funny.

He was also an experienced one, and after a long search, he targeted the tables, chairs, and screens.

All of these things were shattered, but they were not destroyed by the fire, and the most severely damaged was the screen, which was half burned.

Fu Shanyue probed and directly called the doctor below: "Let's test if there is any poison here?"

The doctor was much more careful than he was, carefully dripping various potions on the utensils, and even spraying a puff of gray smoke on it.

The table top and chair are pale blue. "Found it!"

"Poison first, then explode?" Fu Shan slowly stood up, "It's a ruthless attack." Is this because he is afraid that He Xiao is not dead?

It seems that the other party not only wants to give Prince Chiyan a little color, but this is a deep hatred?

The Cen family, the Zhongsun family, or the masterminds behind the elixir?

Fu Shanyue looked at the east and squinted, and if there is another hour, it will be dawn, and tomorrow will definitely be very exciting!

In the side room on the other side, He Lingchuan coughed twice more and drank some water. The mirror in his arms was incredible: "You are so cruel to yourself?"

There was someone on the side, He Lingchuan didn't answer, but swallowed another pill, and then closed his eyes to breathe and warm the wound.

Fu Shanyue's guards immediately blocked this row of chambers, including Jiao Yu, who was lying at the door, not letting others disturb the envoy.

The whole post house kept people coming in and out, footsteps coming and going, and various voices.

Obviously, the government office is not idle.

But that has nothing to do with He Lingchuan.

After dawn, this attack on the prince of the Demon Kingdom will spread throughout the entire Lingxu City at the fastest speed!

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The next morning, Fu Shanyue was summoned by the Demon Emperor again.

The two successive visits in ten days were a great honor for Fushiyama. It was nearly noon that he returned to the inn.

Last night's explosion was so loud that the scene of the accident was basically cleaned up, but the charred building could not be repaired in half an morning. The people who heard the news were still three layers inside and three layers outside, and while watching the actions of the official office, they whispered their opinions, which can be called a large-scale sightseeing group chat scene. This kind of gathering is a hotbed of all kinds of rumors, and the officials are also trying to disperse it

Three or five times. The helpless crowd is like a flock of geese, you chase me and escape, you are tired and disturbed, and they will always gather.

Fu Shanyue went back to the post house and walked half a circle, don't say that He Lingchuan is gone, and even Jiao Yu is nowhere to be seen.

"What about them?"

The guards who stayed behind hurriedly said, "Your Highness, He Xiao said that it is not safe here, and he has moved to Panshan Mansion."

"Pan......." Fu Shanyue was confused, and was about to ask what this meant, but the next second he suddenly remembered that he had lost a house to He Lingchuan, which was at the foot of Pan Mountain in the main city!

"Good boy!" He smiled, "Pack your things, we'll go too!"

The guards hugged him and escorted him out of the crowd, and then galloped towards Panshan, leaving behind a few spies to eat ashes.

Just two quarters of an hour later, Fushanyue arrived at his destination.

This house was originally his, of course he was familiar with it, and went through the hall to find He Lingchuan.

As a result, the guy had already cleaned up, lying in the back garden basking in the sun, and there was an urn of fine wine and two wine glasses on the low wooden table next to him.

The tiger Jiao Yu was lying on the rockery, squinting and pretending to sleep, and a little tongue was exposed without knowing it.

This person and tiger look so leisurely, how can there be the embarrassment of last night's gray face?

As soon as Fu Shanyue came, the tiger jumped down to greet him: He Lingchuan opened a slit in his eyes, looked at Fu Shanyue, and then turned his head to continue basking in the sun. Fu Shanyue sat down on another recliner: "I was called to the Cloud Hall early in the morning, you are comfortable."

"I'm a wounded, so I need to take care of myself and move less." He Lingchuan poured him a glass of wine, "This house is full of people who understand, as soon as I take out the title deed, they will let me live in."

After coming down from the Wind Demon Mountain, Fushan Yue asked him to stop the war, so he gave him the title deed of this house.

Fushan Yue took a sip of the wine glass, also lay down on the chair, and exhaled a long breath

After entering Lingxu City, He Lingchuan realized that the words "house in the main city" had a lot of weight.

The first city in the world has experienced nearly 600 years of prosperity, and the housing prices have long been skyrocketing, and the price of one square meter in the main urban area can buy a whole small house in the capital of the Kite Kingdom.

Ordinary people struggle all their lives, and they are not qualified to put a bed here. The poor have no place to stand, which is a true portrayal here.

Therefore, those who can live in the main city are not ordinary people. And there are small villas on the hills that can be seen everywhere, and they are in the pure spiritual platform, sitting and watching the prosperous world, just like a big hidden meaning of quiet in the middle of the noise, and each house basically matches one or two wealth myths behind it.

As for the floating islands in the sky.

Well, that has nothing to do with being "rich".

People live in heaven to let you know that you are different from him. He is the cloud, you are the mud.

If you only have two stinky money, you can only squat on the ground and look up at the sky with your mouth open. However, He Lingchuan was still very happy that he had a place to squat in Lingxu City.

The commercial area and the residential area are basically separated, and the closer to the middle, the larger the house and the quieter the environment.

So He Lingchuan quickly found his new home on the edge of the main city.

Fushan is rare and not exaggerated, this house is really just a small house with an area of five acres, that is, more than 3,300 square meters.

The garden area occupies more than half, and there are not many houses left—big houses and small courtyards, which are the configuration of slums, and people will laugh to death if they are placed here.

The gardens of the mansions in the main urban area are usually above seventeen or eighteen acres. The size of the house is about 20% of the total area occupied.

Two or three estates can divide a hill equally.

Of course, for the time being, in the eyes of outsiders, this is still the territory of the prince of the Chiyan Kingdom.

This house has a history of more than 100 years and has been renovated four times in the middle, exquisite but unassuming. Although the area is small, the pavilion garden spring is complete, and the furniture furnishings are also tasteful, which is very in line with He Lingchuan's requirements.

Fushiyama told him that since Fushiyama's family didn't use it often, he didn't have to bother to renovate this house. The other mansions in the main urban area, from the brick and tile of the building, to the garden of flowers and trees, to the daily meal, are all extremely exquisite.

The regulation that has been formed over the past 600 years is called style. Outsider roots

I couldn't imagine that I couldn't imitate it.

"There's a floor in the side yard, and the barbecue is fragrant." Fu Shanyue instructed him, "You ask the cook to buy two big geese, and ask for the yellow-nosed goose in Xitan, and we will roast and eat it tonight."

"We?" He Lingchuan glanced at him, "The dignified Prince Chiyan has no place to live in Lingxu City, so he has to live here with me?" "I can live there." Fu Shanyue pointed to the floating island in the sky, showing that he still has strength and identity, "But the upper city strictly controls access and is not as convenient as the ground. Besides, the houses in the lower city are cheap and big, so many officials are buying houses in the lower city."

Seeing that He Lingchuan was unmoved, he said intentionally or unintentionally, "Besides, it's safer for you to live with me."

Both of them were clear in their hearts, and He Lingchuan immediately succumbed: "You pay for the wine and meat."

The weight of Fushanyue's shield is not as good as before, but it is better than nothing.

If He Lingchuan was allowed to face the wind and waves of Lingqian City by himself, he would definitely turn around and slip away without saying a word.

There are only six or seven empty rooms, the number is too small, and the seventy or eighty guards brought by Fushanyue can't live at all, so they can only find a post general; He himself took Jiao Yu and two personal attendants and lived in He Lingchuan's house.

"Last night's incident shocked both the emperor and the royal court." Fu Shanyue said leisurely, "Before the court meeting, the emperor specially summoned me to inquire about the attack last night, and said kind words to reassure me, saying that this matter will be investigated."

"The Emperor's tone is much better than the other day. The inn is attacked! When such an unbelievable thing happened, even the emperor had to express his condolences to the victim Prince Chidu, "On the way back, many officials and magnates rushed to condole."

"After all, you're a bitter master." He Lingchuan rubbed his temples, "As soon as the morning dawned, many people came to the post station to give gifts, and *** just hid here."

For most of the morning, there was a commotion outside the post house. He's still an injured person, and he can't rest well when he gets noisy.

Fu Shanyue took out a small box and gave it to him: "You have done a good job in investigating the case in Baisha, and you were almost killed last night, and the emperor specially ordered the Frost Leaf National Master to take a jade and return it to you, saying that after taking it, the minor injuries will heal immediately, and the serious injuries will get better." "Frostleaf Nationalist?" He Lingchuan took the box as soon as he took it.