I am Feng Jun

Chapter 373
Mentioning this, Zihuai pinched his own joints again, making that startling crackling sound.

"Do you know how much I have put in to bring up a Qiong'er? Huh?"

Such a stunning beauty, she hadn't even enjoyed it after she was trained, because the crazy woman sent it to Shen Nanzhu.

In the end, I wasted a few years, not to mention, and now I was sold by my own people!

It's just going to piss her off! ! !

Although Zifeng did it for the reputation of the dark palace, he knew he was wrong.

"It's my subordinate's dereliction of duty. This subordinate please go and rescue Young Master Qiong'er. On the guarantee of my life, this subordinate will definitely bring Young Master Qiong'er back to the palace lord intact!"

"You go save a fart! This time you were asked to go to Luoshan to save people, but you got five of them. If you go to the imperial capital to save people, do you want to get the whole dark palace in!"

The purple locust with upturned willow eyebrows clasped its right hand on the armrest, almost trying to buckle off the fist-sized Ye Mingzhu inlaid on it.

Zifeng drooped her eyes and said nothing, the hall was filled with a depressing and dull atmosphere, Zihuai, who was burning with anger, glanced sideways at the scratches on the handrail, and pressed her frantically jumping brows.

"This means forcing Bengong to take action himself!"

There was a treacherous and dangerous danger in the crisp voice, which made Zifeng raise his eyes.

"Master, do you want to go in person?!"

The deep eye sockets of the purple locust with foreign blood are piercing, still mixed with lingering anger and a little bit of interest.

"You said before that Shen Ci looked like a fish falling into a wild goose and a moon in the moon?"

Hearing Zihuai's question, Zifeng subconsciously recalled the radiance of that young man's smile, nodded, and a "yes" overflowed from his throat.

"Ah"

Zihuai became somewhat disdainful, and changed her posture.

"Can you be as outstanding as Qiong'er, who was carefully cultivated by this palace?"

Zifeng raised his eyes slightly, looked at the palace lord who was leaning forward slightly, and did not speak.

The mouth was still filled with a strong smell of blood, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips from time to time, which also showed the depth of Amorpha's anger.

Taking a deep breath, Zifeng dipped her index finger into the blood overflowing from the corner of her lips, and while kneeling in the hall, she began to draw on the smooth floor.

A quarter of an hour later, Zihuai stood up in shock, strode down from the throne, squatted down in front of Zifeng, and stared straight at the portrait drawn with blood.

She has a deep understanding of Zifeng's superb painting skills, and she has always focused on realism, but this beauty drawn by blood lines.
The indifference between the brows and eyes, the contempt in the phoenix eyes, the sinister curvature of the corners of the lips, and the sharp canine teeth that gleamed sharply, seemed to move between the light and shadow in the hall.

She seemed to have really seen how that arrogant young man pushed the four envoys whom she was proud of into danger little by little!
"This is Shen Ci?!"

Zihuai's unbelievable voice was a bit sharp, but Zifeng had already gotten used to it, and his expression was calm.

"Return to Palace Master, yes."

"It's because the subordinates inquired about the news improperly and mistook him for a weak and noble son, so they fell into his hands."

This young man really can't just look at his appearance!

Beauty is poisonous!

Zihuai stared at the supremely troubled face outlined by the blood line, seemed to feel a little familiar, then fell into deep thought, and spoke again after a long time.

"Why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere?"

Zifeng looked up, a little surprised, "Have you seen the Palace Master?"

It is said that Shen Ci has not been out of the house for 16 years in the Shen family, and only stepped out of the house a few months ago. Has the Palace Master ever seen it?
"No, no, it's different." Zi Huai waved his hands and said, "He's not as hostile as this young man, but much more gentle than this young man!"

A bamboo sword dances and falls all over the ground, and the beauty in the plum forest disappears in a flash.

When she caught a glimpse back then, the boy with plum blossoms in the snow was engraved in her mind, but since then, she has never seen him again.

Hearing Zihuai's words, Zifeng seemed to understand something, and asked tentatively.

"Palace Master, is that the beauty you called in your dream?"

The palace lord sent a large number of people to search for the young man in the plum grove, but found nothing.

This made Zihuai doubt herself a little, whether it was a dream or not.

However, she also dreamed about that boy afterwards, and that feeling was completely different from the glimpse she had that day. In the dream, she was very clear that she was dreaming.

This also told her that what happened that night was definitely not a dream.

She really saw a young man who looked like an elf. Since then, she has been haunted by dreams and never thought about eating or drinking.

It was also after Qiong'er appeared that she managed to find a boy with internal strength who was not snatched by Junzilou.

Until she just saw Shen Ci's supremely troubled face, the memory of a glimpse that night surged up from the depths of her mind, occupying her entire soul.

After more than 20 years, who is he?

Where are you now?
What is the relationship with Shen Ci?
A few doubts flashed in Zihuai's crystal-like eyes, which gave her a sudden impulse.

She turned around and returned to the throne, threw off the hem of her clothes, sat on it, raised her chin slightly, and looked proudly.

"It seems that after resting for so long, it's time to go out and have a look!"

Go see those two.
A Mu Yuanxi who destroyed all the forces in her imperial capital.

And a Shen Ci who grabbed six of her arms.

"But your body, Palace Master." There was a lot of worry in Zifeng's eyes.

Zihuai rolled her eyes and scoffed, "It's been raised early!"

Although that old thing is crazy, the medicine used for trading is quite effective.

"Besides, in the current situation, besides Bengong, who else can I send to save those idiots?" Zihuai said coldly, angrily.

The rest of them were just sent to Mu Yuanxi!
"This subordinate is dereliction of duty, please worry the palace master." Zifeng nodded in shame.

Zihuai, who tilted his head, moved his dexterous fingers, his eyes focused on the sharp nails, and he hooked his lips evilly.

"Then Shen Ci, if it's really like what you painted--"

Zihuai stopped, licked her lower lip with her dexterous tongue, and clenched her five fingers into fists.

"I'm going to snatch it back!"

Whoever he is!

Zifeng licked her lips, wanting to say that the possibility was a bit small, but she looked at the palace lord who was determined to win, but she still didn't open her mouth to touch Zihuai's brow.

"Palace Master, what about Young Master Qiong'er?"

Zihua and the others had the palace lord go there in person, judging from how hard the palace lord beat her up just now, it must be good enough.

The intact Palace Mistress, she doesn't have to worry too much at all.

But if Qiong'er, who was betrayed by her, is not rescued, she will not feel at ease for a day.

"Qioner!" Zihuai sighed with lowered eyes, and then her cold eyes fell on Zifeng.

"You take 72 to go, if there is another mistake this time, don't come back again, die outside!"

".Yes"

Before he finished speaking, a purple shadow flashed in front of Zi Feng's eyes, and a sound of wind passed through his ears. When he raised his head again, the throne was empty.

Zifeng got up slowly, and walked towards the hidden underground palace with somewhat vain steps, and recalled the 72 evil spirits scattered all over with an order.

At the same time, a piece of news spread in Shaozhou, and only within Shaozhou.

The Palace Master of the Dark Palace who has been silent for several years--
out of the mountain.
(End of this chapter)