Hearing the news that Feng Jiutian was poisoned and died, Nangong Ling was stunned for a moment.

Even Qiu Cicada, who was originally kneeling on the ground and begging Nangong Ling to be the master, forgot to cry and looked at the guards in a daze.

And the witty words on the bed, who had been in a coma for two days, miraculously opened his eyes, got up suddenly, and looked at the guards kneeling on the ground with a pair of sharp eyes.

"What did you say?"

"Yu'er!"

The voice of the punchline made Nangong Ling come back to her senses, and hurriedly looked at the punchline.

Knowing that he was reacting a little excessively, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and was about to smile, but when he thought about it, he was wrong, and hurriedly squeezed out two tears.

"How could my sister ......"

"Lord Wang, go and take a look, see how your sister is doing? It's all Yu'er's fault, if it weren't for the witty words, the prince wouldn't have locked his sister in the dungeon, so that his sister wouldn't have been poisoned and died in the dungeon! ”

Punchlines are somewhat incoherent.

At this moment, she was pondering repeatedly, how could Feng Jiutian be poisoned, and who gave the poison?

In order to frame Feng Jiutian, she did not hesitate to poison herself, she was in a coma for two days, vomiting blood several times, and it was done, but Feng Jiutian was poisoned, so what she planned in the past two days was not in vain.

And Nangong Ling's mind was on the words "The princess was poisoned in the dungeon at the moment, and she had already died", and she didn't notice the strangeness of the witty words, and when she saw that the witty words had woken up, she comforted her absentmindedly, got up from the edge of the bed, and walked out with her feet raised.

Punch Line glanced at Autumn Cicada, who nodded, got up and quietly followed.

On the way to the dungeon, Nangong Ling's heart was a little dull, and the figure of Feng Jiu leaning repeatedly appeared in his mind.

She became the princess of Sheng's palace as a princess, and in the palace for the past two years, she has been decent, humble, hypocritical, or fake, and has managed the palace in an orderly manner, but there is nothing wrong or missing, but when he thinks about it now, it is a little vague.

The only thing he remembered in his mind was on the way back to the capital.

That night, she stood in a black robe in the forest, her whole body was full of a cold breath, three thousand green silk draped behind her, her hair was flying, and a stunning face was stained with a little blood.

Her voice sounded coldly in the forest, with a different kind of charm,

She said: Nangong Ling, when you take them to the Western Regions, you should know that some of them are bound to not be able to come back, and the capital is thousands of miles away from the Western Regions, and there is very little information I can detect, so don't blame me for my incompetence.

She said to Yue'er: Some things can't be judged right or wrong, but the position is different, what is wrong is the greed and insufficiency of human nature, sister-in-law is the princess of Dayan from the Western Regions, it is the duty of sister-in-law to seek information, and it is disloyal to disobey it......

Oh, yes!

From beginning to end, she was not his princess, but an agent sent by Feng Xiye to Dayan.

She hid her identity, probed intelligence, and poisoned him, all of which she should do as a secret agent, and he, the dignified King Yan Sheng, has been on the battlefield since he was a child, and he actually relaxed his vigilance and planted it in the hands of a woman, who can he blame?

"Lord Wang!"

Seeing that Nangong Ling almost fell because of her hurried footsteps, the people behind her spoke in unison.

"It's fine!"

Nangong Ling said softly, then pushed away the wind sound clothes and walked into the dungeon with his feet raised.

The dungeon was very quiet, and Nangong Ling walked directly towards the cell where Feng Jiu was imprisoned.

The man who delivered the prison meal was still kneeling on the ground at the moment, silently thinking about how to explain it later, when he saw Nangong Ling and a group of people walking in, his face changed, he knelt on the ground, and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Lord Wang!"

Nangong Ling's gaze swept coldly over the man, and his voice sounded coldly.

"If you pull it down, you will inevitably be forced to ask for the murder of the princess ......"

Nangong Ling said and walked into the cell with her feet raised, only to see the man lying on the ground unconscious, and said a word, waiting to see the man red. Naked, the familiar robe thrown on his body, and what else he didn't understand, slammed his palm into the cell.

I only heard a "bang", and the wood of the cell was broken several times, and everyone trembled in unison.

"What about people?"

Nangong Ling turned around coldly and looked at the man who was delivering the prison meal.

The man knelt on the ground, his body trembling like chaff, but his voice trembled.

"The little one came to deliver the meal, and after the princess drank the villain's porridge, she suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground and lost her breath, but I didn't expect the princess to fake her death, tricked the guards into opening the prison door, and then knocked the guards unconscious, changed the guards' clothes, and fled!"

Nangong Ling was about to speak, when she heard the man add.

"If the prince asks, the princess will let the little one tell the prince like this!"

"You said she told you to tell the king?"

Nangong Ling asked coldly, the chill in his eyes became more and more intense, as if he wanted to freeze the entire dungeon for a moment.

"Yes!"

The man hurriedly replied, and after saying that, he felt that something was wrong, and spoke anxiously.

"Although these are what the princess asked the little one to tell the prince, it is also a fact, and the little one has not said a word."

Nangong Ling looked at the man, was silent for a while, and the voice sounded in the cell again.

"What else did she say?"

The man didn't seem to expect Nangong Ling to guess that Feng Jiutian had left a message, he was stunned, raised his head and looked at Nangong Ling cautiously, lowered his head, and didn't speak.

"Say!"

Nangong Ling said in a gloomy voice and spit out a word, and her tone didn't have much patience anymore.

Feng Jiutian's words, the man couldn't convey them word by word, so he had to turn around a little in his heart.

"The princess said that she is not worthy of the position, can no longer take on the position of the princess, and shares the worries for the prince, and the heart of the witty girl Huilan, and the favor of the prince, is the best choice for the princess, she wishes the two of them, the perfect match, and the world lasts forever."

"That's what she said?"

Nangong Ling looked at the man and narrowed his eyes.

These words, if it was the previous Feng Jiutian, it would be possible, but now Feng Jiutian, his whole body is covered with thorns, not to mention close, even if he is not close, the other party who can be pierced is covered in blood, and he will definitely not say such a thing.

The man knelt on the ground, his body still trembling uncontrollably, and he opened his mouth, but he never spoke.

"Say, if there is a difference of one word, this king will punish you nine clans."

Nangong Ling said in a cold voice.

The man's face turned pale, and the whole person was instantly frightened and fell to the ground.

The princess said...... Say ......"

The man's voice trembled, and finally, his eyes closed, and he said stiffly.

The princess asked the little one to tell the prince: This girl won't play with him anymore, didn't he say, I don't deserve the position of princess? The girl will be generous and give it to the girl with the punchline, and I will bless him with two, and the king will be with the dog, and the world will last forever. ”

In the last four words, the man's voice couldn't be smaller, but Nangong Ling still heard it clearly.

In an instant, the entire dungeon was so quiet that it could be heard that a needle was falling, and everyone was as quiet as a cicada, and they all looked cautiously towards Nangong.

At this moment, Nangong Ling's handsome and cold face was like a cold ice carving, the cold was extreme, and the light under her eyes was even more permeable cold, and her black face seemed to be able to drip ink.

Just when everyone thought that Nangong Ling would be angry, Nangong Ling actually laughed, which was a kind of angry backlaugh, puffing coldly.

Nangong Ling struck the lamp and candle on the wall, and the wick fell to the ground, igniting the hay on the ground, and the dungeon instantly ignited a fire......