The beloved little princess arrives, and the evil ghost howls for mercy!

An hour later, Feng Mian and others arrived at General Mu's mansion.

Ji Wuchen had already sat in the carriage entering the palace with Xiao Yanbao in his arms.

Feng Xiaowu quickly poked his head out to take a look.

Then he was disappointed to find that Xiao Yanbao and Uncle Ji had changed carriages, and the previous soft sedan had gone somewhere.

He was curious.

More curious than my own father having a green head.

"Yanbao, where is the soft sedan you are riding in?"

Xiao Yanbao was thinking about Doudou, so Xiao Naiyin was rather anxious.

"Daddy let them play by themselves."

Feng Xiaowu was about to burst.

Feng Sanlie patted him beside him.

"Let you ask!"

If you don't ask, you can pretend you don't know anything. But if you ask...it's hard to pretend you don't know anything.

Those four things...

He’s really not a human being!

Feng Sanlie suddenly spoke out.

"Yan Bao, it's broad daylight now, they're out... doesn't it matter?"

Didn’t they say that ghosts are afraid of the sun?

If ghosts are not afraid of sunlight, then in the future... we may encounter ghosts in broad daylight?

Feng Sanlie's back felt numb just thinking about it.

Xiao Yanbao blinked and laughed.

"San Guo Guo, that's not a ghost, that's a little paper man."

Feng Sanlie was dumbfounded.

"Little paper man?"

Xiao Yanbao nodded and took out several small paper figures from the carriage with a clatter and showed them to his five brothers.

"San Guo Guo, look, dad has many puppets like this."

Feng Sanlie: "..."

Feng Xiaowu was even more confused.

"They are little paper figures, and they are all dead. How can they still... carry the sedan?"

Xiao Yanbao's smile became softer.

"Because daddy is great, the spells he draws are even more powerful. If you stick the spells on them, the little paper man can run, jump and play everywhere."

Feng Xiaowu: "..."

Feng Xiaowu wanted to ask something else, but Feng Mian lowered his voice to remind him.

"Xiaowu, we are going back to the palace soon."

Feng Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure, and then sat down honestly.

The five-person carriage of the Feng Mian brothers was in front, and Ji Wuchen was holding Xiaoyan's BMW behind. The two carriages set off from General Mu's residence and headed for the palace.

In the palace, on the drum tower on the far west side of the west city wall.

Feng Qingli stood in the cold wind, with Xu Li, the leader of the Royal Forest Army, on one side, and Mul Ling, the general of the hussars, on the other.

Lying on the ground was an Anmei man who was dressed luxuriously but had blood on his mouth.

Feng Qingli stared at An Meiren on the ground with a gloomy expression.

"Anmei, you mean... General Mu is threatening you?"

Anmei is dying.

He glanced at the indifferent Mul Ling next to him and nodded heavily.

"Yes!"

Feng Qingli squinted his eyes coldly.

"An Yueru, if you tell the truth, I will spare your life!"

An Yueru laughed.

She opened her mouth and another large mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Then what? Stay in the small courtyard on my concubine's side, waiting for His Majesty to tease me like a kitten or puppy when he thinks of me, and then turn around and throw it away like garbage?"

When An Yueru said this, he suddenly looked deeply at Muling.

Eyes filled with astonishment.

"Mu Lang, I have taken the poison of arsenic. Why...why...you haven't had any reaction yet?"

Feng Qingli didn't speak, and Mu Ling didn't speak at all.

An Yueru seemed to be singing a one-man show.

But she sang very addictively.

"Mu Lang, you said that once we are discovered by His Majesty, we will... go to hell together. Now that I am like this, are you... going to abandon me and live alone?"

Mu Ling remained expressionless.

Feng Qingli looked to Xu Li beside him.

Xu Li lowered his voice and reported to Feng Qingli.

"Your Majesty, when the minister came, Anmei and General Mu were the only ones here."

Feng Qingli's eyes were extremely cold.

"Seal the Drum Tower and the entire West City Gate for strict investigation."

Xu Li nodded and took the order to leave.

An Yueru spat out big mouthfuls of blood, staining her luxurious palace clothes red.

She stretched out her hand towards Muling, her eyes filled with sadness.

"Mu Ling... why are you... so cruel?"

Muling was like a stone sculpture, without any emotion.

The imperial doctor arrived. Feng Qingli asked the imperial doctor to come forward. He winked at Mu Ling, who followed him and took a few steps back.

Feng Qingli’s voice was very low.

"what happened?"

There was no emotion on Mu Ling's hard face.

"Your Majesty, they should be here for the humble minister."

Feng Qingli narrowed his eyes.

"them?"

Mu Ling nodded.

"When Wei Chen was about to leave the palace, a young palace maid suddenly came over and told Wei Chen that Yan Bao had somehow gotten separated from several of his highnesses and was now at the Drum Tower at the west city gate.

Before Wei Chen could let the maid stay, the maid fell into the moat because she was too nervous.

Her forehead hit the cornerstone of the moat, and the palace maid died on the spot. "

Feng Qingli narrowed his eyes.

"Yan Bao has been with Feng Mian and the others. He should still be in Xiangguo Temple at this moment."

Mu Ling hummed.

"Weichen... wanted to find out what was going on, so he came to the Drum Tower to check. When Weichen arrived, An Meiren was already vomiting blood. She grabbed Weichen's sleeve and called Weichen Mulang."

"Your Majesty, everything will happen after this."

Feng Qingli: "..."

Yanbao is their weakness.

Even if Mu Ling knew that Yan Bao had gone to Xiangguo Temple, because Yan Bao's body was strange, it was understandable that Mu Ling believed the palace maid's words.

Feng Qingli's eyes were filled with chills.

"So there is indeed a real Murang!"

Mu Ling pursed his lips.

"Or maybe the Anmei people said this deliberately to target Wei Chen."

Before Feng Qingli could speak, Mu Ling quickly added.

"After all, the Anmei people used to have close contacts with Yongle Uncle Mansion and Gu Xiang's Mansion. Now that Yongle Bob Mansion is being executed, Prime Minister Gu himself cannot be protected, and the Gu family is not allowed to enter or exit."

The concubine is having an affair with the bodyguard. If word spreads... Where is your majesty's face?

Feng Qingli didn't know what Mu Ling was trying to hide, so he sneered.

"It was An Yueru who did the dirty things. Why should I care what others think?"

Muling: "..."

Mu Ling wanted to ask again.

"Your Majesty, are you serious?"

If you really don't care, it's been half an hour before the imperial doctor came, and you didn't choose a palace that could provide shelter from the wind for interrogation. Instead, you continued to stay here in the Drum Tower for interrogation.

Even if the Anmei people had not taken the poison of arsenic, they would probably have frozen to death.

Although Mu Ling didn't say anything, the emotion in his eyes still revealed a little.

Feng Qingli happened to see it.

Feng Qingli: "..."

Muling: "..."

When Mu Ling was about to kneel down, Feng Qingli suddenly spoke.

"An Yueru will definitely die, and he will bite you hard."

As soon as Feng Qingli finished speaking, Mu Ling's figure rushed to the side like lightning.

An Yueru, who was vomiting blood, found the strength to climb up the city wall and was about to jump down.

The moment Muling was about to grab An Yueru, Xiao Yanbao was waiting under the west city gate for the city guard to check the token handed over by his brother Feng Mian.

She seemed to feel something, and suddenly opened the carriage curtain and looked up.

Mu Ling also saw Xiao Yanbao at that moment.

At that moment, most of An Yueru's body had already jumped down.

Muleng's heart was beating like a drum, and he jumped out desperately, just to pull An Yueru up.

Otherwise, Xiao Yanbao will have nightmares all his life.

Feng Qingli rushed over quickly and wanted to grab Muling's sleeve, but was a step too slow.

"Mu Ling!"