First Daughter is so charming: Your Majesty, you are poisonous

Just after dawn, Prince Feng Yici of Fuchen country sat in the soft sedan chair. He saw a group of people coming across. After looking around, he didn't see the people in his heart. A smile of victory was raised at the corners of his mouth. When they walked in, they came down from the soft sedan chair, "where's the eighth emperor's brother?"

"If you go back to the prince, the eighth prince will arrive later. Let his subordinates take the lead." A man in front of the line came out and replied.

"According to your itinerary, it should have arrived long ago, but it was enough for the crown prince to wait here for an hour. Your eighth Prince is really a big shelf." Feng also said angrily, shocked the man who answered.

The man threw his fists and knelt on the ground, "I hope the prince will calm down..."

Before he finished, there was a sound of horse hoofs from a distance. Feng Huayin and Zhang Wei were riding towards this side. When they entered, Feng Huayin turned over and dismounted, walked to the prince without expression, and said, "I won't be a step late because of my obstruction."

There was no apology in his words, just a simple statement. Feng Yici narrowed his eyes. He hated Feng Huayin's arrogance. He was clearly an unpopular Prince and had to put himself as noble, hum!

Before the prince spoke, he heard Feng Huayin's voice without fluctuation: "the prince doesn't want to know when the king met?"

"Oh, I don't know what can stop me from fighting."

Zhang Wei came forward with a black cloth covered thing, handed it to the prince, took down the black cloth, and presented Feng Yici with a sword carved with dragons and clouds.

what?!

Feng Yici suddenly stared at the familiar sword in front of him. Why is the sword in his hand, not in his palace?

Feng Huayin stroked the carving on it and said: "I was delayed because I was ambushed on the road. Fortunately, these killers were not as smart as I thought. They were all wiped out, and..." he paused, picked up the sword, played it in his hand, and said word by word, "and the killer still left this sword. This sword is familiar to me, I just can't remember the source for a moment. I wonder if brother Huang can give me an answer. "

Feng Yici gnashed his teeth and said, "this sword belongs to the crown prince."

This is clearly a false accusation. He only sent a team of people to assassinate him on the road. As a result, he learned that Feng Huayin was not in the team. The people he sent didn't do it at all. Where would there be any killers.

He wanted to go out of the city to find his fault, but he did not expect to be put forward by him. Although he did not know how he got the dragon sword, he would feel better if he took a book in front of his father with his just words.

He could have refused to admit it, but only the emperor and the prince are qualified to wear the dragon sword in the Fuchen state, and the word Yi is engraved on the handle of the sword, which was made by his father when he was born. How can he refuse to admit it.

"Oh, is it brother Huang's? I wonder why the sword came into the hands of the thief who assassinated the king? "

Feng Yizhi lowered his eyebrows and suddenly looked up and smiled with some annoyance. "It's the fault of the emperor's brother. A thief stole the Dragon Sword given to the palace by the father emperor a while ago. Unexpectedly, these thieves came to assassinate the eighth emperor again. It's really a big conspiracy. The thief is to make our two brothers discord. I believe the eighth emperor is so smart that he won't be fooled."

Feng Huayin raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, handed Feng Yici the sword in his hand, turned over the jujube red horse, looked down at Feng Yici and said, "the imperial brother is right. My younger brother naturally won't fall into the trap. The imperial brother should take good care of the Dragon sword. After all, it was given by my father. My younger brother has to go back to Beijing and return his life to my father. Go first."

Then he stepped up his horse belly and ran quickly towards the capital.

Feng Yici fiercely grabbed the dragon sword, his fingertips turned white, looked angrily at the direction Feng Huayin left, and said in his heart: Feng Huayin, the palace vowed to frustrate you.

In the Zen courtyard of Ning xieyue in the Fufa temple, a female alchemist came to clean the room with dust removal. She saw Ning xieyue lying in bed and coughing a few times from time to time. Rong Xia was worried and waited on one side. She walked over and asked, "what's the matter, girl."

"Hey, my young lady is weak. She has hurt herself by chanting scriptures for her wife these days and turned over the old problems. No, the host just sent someone to deliver medicine. It's really hard for my young lady." Rong Xia said.

The female alchemist listened, lowered her eyebrows, saw that the medicine bottle was not fake, and her eyes turned. Rong Xia couldn't help looking at her. There were such dark people in such a pure Fufa temple.

"I've finished cleaning, girl. Have a good rest." Then she left with the cleaning tools. She didn't see it. When she turned around, Ning Xiyue gave Rong Xia a look, and Rong Xia quietly followed her out.

"Miss Qinghe, I don't think Miss Naning is like a martial artist. Are you wrong about the news?" After turning a few corners, the female alchemist walked to Qinghe and whispered.

Yesterday, the Qinghe girl told her that Miss Ning stole the secret script of their temple and was practicing martial arts secretly. When I saw her today, I didn't feel like what Qinghe said. Miss Ning was so weak and how to practice martial arts. Moreover, the host said that Miss Ning couldn't be angry that day.

"It's impossible. I saw her practicing martial arts in the yard in black the night before yesterday." After a pause, he took some silver from his arms and stuffed it into the female Alchemist's arms. "As long as you can help me find out the evidence of Ning xieyue's martial arts practice, we have more benefits for you. Think about it. This is not only to help the young lady, but to avoid the outflow of your Zen skills."

The female alchemist took the silver and bit it. Listening to Qinghe's words, she hesitated, and finally nodded.

They didn't know that all this was really seen by a pair of dark eyes.

When Rong Xia went back, he said to Ning Xiyue one by one. Cui Liusheng said, "the maid knew that there was a problem with the female scholar Fang. She came to clean the Zen temple and looked at the young lady from time to time. Unexpectedly, she was from Qinghe."

Ning Xiyue looked at Cui Liu and said with a smile, "when did our Cui Liu's mind become so meticulous? Well, when we grow up, it's time to find a good husband for you."

"Miss, I'm helping you fight against injustice. Why are you kidding Cuiliu?" Cui Liu blushed, stamped her feet and said angrily.

"Well, I agree with miss." Rong Xia said with a smile that he should analyze the moon with Ning.

"Hum, Rongxia and miss are bad guys. Cuiliu ignores you." With that, the little face flushed and ran to the door.

Rong Xia put away her smile and said seriously, "what can I do now, miss?"

"Since she is greedy for money, I will satisfy her." Take out a small medicine bottle from her arms, "this medicine will make people hallucinate. You can sprinkle it on her clothes quietly. As for Qinghe, it's not necessary. She and I will keep it back to my concubine."

Rong Xia and Cui Liu already know that Ning Xiyue is practicing martial arts and medicine, so it's not surprising that Ning Xiyue has this medicine.