Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

In the early morning of the next day, Ming Palace Shang went out early, cleverly avoiding Yu Fuchen who was plotting, and was replaced by a distinguished guest whom he had never met before.

Sitting high on a walking chariot, this person was worshiped by ordinary people all the way. He wore a tall hat, a costume with dragon and embroidered phoenix patterns, and armor with gold, jade, pearls and emerald on his slender fingers, which was full of luxury.

The mighty guard of honor went straight into Fengyue Bieyuan, and stopped in front of Yu Fuchen who was beating the iron plate with a hammer. The latter was stunned, and so was the visitor.

"The crown prince ordered the supervisor to drive, is it for such a blacksmith?"

This person's voice is high-pitched, with a high-pitched tone, which has the meaning of looking down on all sentient beings, plus this self-proclaimed...

I guess it is the father-in-law in the palace.

This adult's temple hair is mixed with silver threads, his phoenix eyes are long and narrow, the corners of his lips are slightly raised, his cheekbones are slightly high, and his eyes are very sharp. It can be described as a standard treacherous face.

"This is nine thousand years old, the chief supervisor Sui Chenyue, the favorite minister in front of the emperor, even the crown prince should respect him three points..."

The servant girl kindly reminded, Yu Fuchen rolled his eyes: "It's your prince who forged the iron, don't get in the way if you have nothing to do."

The two worlds of cultivators have followed the rules of non-interference for hundreds of years, and ordinary people have always been humble, and monks are considered noble.

Yu Fuchen didn't have the concept of contempt, but he just didn't like the arrogant people.

In this regard, Sui Chenyue did not put on the posture of being a nine thousand year old supervisor, and stood up slowly, playing with a string of ebony rosary beads with his hands behind his back, looking down on Yu Fuchen from a high position, with a pair of sharp eyes fixed on the Bodhi on his wrist.

"His Royal Highness is involved in important matters, and ordered the prison to come to deal with matters related to Lingxue Palace. I don't know this one, can you give me some advice?"

"Don't you dare? Speaking of which, the Young Palace Master of Lingxue Palace is also in the Prince's mansion at this moment, and he should handle this matter together. What do you think?"

"The crown prince has never mentioned this matter. It is not good for this supervisor to make decisions on his own."

As soon as the words came out, Sui Chenyue laughed first, probably feeling humble and useless, and said: "Forget it, if that's the case, please go to the main hall to explain."

In the end, Bu Yinlou hesitated to show up, as if he had already expected that this matter was deceitful, and he didn't want to cause trouble, so Yu Fuchen could only deal with Sui Chenyue first.

In the luxurious living room of the Prince's Mansion, Yu Fuchen was fidgeting. From time to time, he glanced at the chief supervisor who was drinking tea calmly, deeply moved.

All the people regard their emperor as long live, and the status of the nine thousand years is second only to the emperor, no wonder there is such an aura.

He didn't even know whether he should be thankful that Feng Changhuan wouldn't make trouble here, or regret that there was no one around to guide his words and deeds.

After a while, the imperial guards brought out the two people who had been imprisoned for many days from the dungeon. Brother Liu and Junior Sister Chen were unkempt. How serious is the tragedy, did the Crown Prince treat them harshly?"

"Nine thousand years old, the two monks started to go crazy before they entered Xuewu City. The prince kindly took them in. Who knows that their condition is getting worse day by day. Later, even feeding became troublesome, and they would hurt people for no reason. His Royal Highness Helpless, I have to temporarily shackle them with Immortal Binding Cables."

Yu Fuchen saw Senior Brother Liu's eyes glaze over, he raised his hand and shook it in front of him, but he was surprised by a cry of surprise.

Brother Liu let out a shriek, and crawled into a corner of the main hall as if frightened, muttering something.

Affected by his shout, Junior Sister Chen also reacted, looked around vigilantly, examined everyone's actions, and finally knelt at Yu Fuchen's feet as if asking for help.

Then, she made a shocking move.

Junior Sister Chen sobbed softly, knelt forward, grabbed Yu Fuchen's trousers, and lowered her head to the ground in front of his boots.

After kowtowing several times, Yu Fuchen hurriedly helped her up, and saw Junior Sister Chen's clear eyes when they looked at each other for a moment.

Regardless of Senior Brother Liu's situation, at least Junior Sister Chen is still sane, and her previous abnormal behavior...maybe she was pretending.

Yu Fuchen guessed that she should have seen that she was a cultivator, so she tried every means to ask him for help. There must be something hidden in this matter, so she said to Sui Chenyue: "I think there is something wrong with this female cultivator, nine thousand years old If you don't mind, can I let my master come and have a look?"

Feng Changhuan was injured, so it was not easy to push him to go in person, so Yu Fuchen took Junior Sister Chen to Fengyue Bieyuan, while Sui Chenyue remained in the living room waiting for news.

Seeing the two coming forward, Feng Changhuan raised his eyes and saw the clue for a moment, put down the hookah pipe and exhaled the smoke quietly, and said softly: "Mother is strong, you have worked hard these days."

Yu Fuchen looked bewildered.

"You don't need to check the pulse to see that this girl has slender limbs, but her waist and abdomen are disproportionately bloated. Her complexion is blue and gray, and she obviously has a loss of appetite, probably affected by morning sickness."

"Master, why are you so familiar with the woman's condition?"

"I ran around for your little life back then, just so that you could drink a sip of breast milk, you little heartless."

He pretended to be heartbroken, and when he noticed the presence of outsiders, he calmed down and said: "She has been controlled by magic, she is no different from an idiot, but seeing that her mind is still there, there should be signs of breaking through the restraint, which is somewhat different from my earlier days. Like, why is there such a character in Snow Misty City?"

Yu Fuchen had no choice but to explain the ins and outs, including the case that was investigated in Lingxue Palace that day.

Feng Changhuan frowned and listened, and after a long while, he answered: "They were not the ones who died in Lingxue Palace, and I appeared in Xuewu City inexplicably. The land of ordinary people...is interesting."

Knowing that he is powerless to cast spells, Feng Changhuan couldn't undo the spell for Junior Sister Chen, and was about to ask Yu Fuchen to call Ming Sinian, when he saw Bu Yinlou poking his head by the door.

"Since you're here, why don't you explain the cause and effect clearly?"

No matter how dull one is, one can see that Buyinlou's abnormal behavior shows that Ling Xuegong is inseparable from the mysterious disappearance of the two disciples.

Bu Yinlou stammered: "I would like to return my predecessor's innocence, but the hidden truth of this matter... I really can't tell."

"For example, is it the real Yuxu, or the head real person instigated?"

Not long ago, Ming Sinian betrayed Feng Changhuan once, and it was a bit reluctant for Bu Yinlou to admit that the incident of blaming him had something to do with Lingxue Palace. Own.

So at this time, Buyinlou's silence was tantamount to acquiescing, and it was true that Yu Fuchen felt disappointed, but it was not unacceptable.

As early as when Daoist Yuxu recruited monks from all over the world to gather in Lingxue Palace to force Feng Changhuan to subdue the law, he was ready to be an enemy of the entire cultivation world.

"Don't worry, I won't blame you, nor will I force you to ask about the purpose of Lingxue Palace. Now living in Xuemi City, Senior Brother Liu and Junior Sister Chen are still alive, so I can't just sit idly by. No one knows their situation better than you , so what they should do...is up to you to decide."

Yu Fuchen glanced at Junior Sister Chen's slightly protruding abdomen with emotion, and secretly lamented how pitiful it was for this young life to be forced to come here before seeing the world.

He couldn't help but think of what happened to him. Perhaps the unborn self was also not expected and welcomed...

Feng Changhuan watched his reaction, couldn't bear his sadness, so she leaned into his ear and teased viciously: "Do you want to have a baby?"

"This is a luxury for you and me."

"If you think about it, maybe you can..."

"I don't want you to risk your life for me again and again, Master, it's better for you to live well than anything else."

It was rare for the little wild wolf to be so serious to him, and the old ghost actually felt a little...excited.

In any case, this matter has to be resolved. Brother Liu is not in good condition, and he is almost insane after being tortured by the spell. , can only try to help Chen Shimei relieve her pain.

With Nine Thousand Years' permission, he first used elixir to comfort Chen Shimei's pregnancy, and then cast spells with secret techniques in an attempt to break the restraint on her body.

The whole treatment process was mysterious and secretive. Everyone was kicked out to wait and see what happened. They could only see the bright light flickering in the room, but they didn't know the specific situation.

Years, dust and moons are extremely indifferent, and they are enshrined in the front seat and sipping fragrant tea.

He had to admit that he was one of the few beauties Yu Fuchen had ever seen, although he was not as good as his own.It's a pity that as long as he sees Jiuqian's face, he can't help but think of his body...incompleteness, so he always avoids his eyes.

This is a psychological conflict, but Bu Yinlou, who also looks down on Sui Chenyue, is on another level: "Che, he is just a eunuch favored by the emperor, with white hair putting on airs, and he doesn't look in the mirror!"

Yu Fuchen stared at the silver thread fluttering in the wind on his head, unable to speak, and couldn't help being curious about Sui Chenyue.

Just grab a maid from the mansion, and Buyinlou can easily find out the details of this girl while no one has stuffed a piece of gold leaf:

"Master Jiuqian was born in the common people in his early years. I heard that when he was young, he also thought about entering a famous family to cultivate, but the body of the eunuch made him look down upon. After being disappointed, he simply stayed in Xuewu City. With the help of the secret book given by the master He produced a golden elixir and cultivated into a spiritual body. The emperor called him into the palace when he saw his talent, and gave him many remnants of the royal family's collection. His lord did not disgrace the emperor's high expectations, and he had unique views on political affairs and cultivation. So he is so favored that even His Royal Highness should call him nine thousand years old."

"The body of the eunuch, there is no... chicken talk??"

Dare to cultivate the world is to raise a group of good-born waste, and the truly talented talents are hidden in the mortal world? ?

Yu Fuchen asked: "This is the reason why his status is second only to the emperor? He must have some extraordinary ability to be trusted by the monarch, right?"

The servant girl nodded, and was about to answer, when suddenly she was too frightened to make a sound.

The two looked at each other, saw the shadow falling, and suddenly understood something.

Turning his head, as expected, it was Sui Chenyue standing behind him.

The aura exuded by this person is chilling, he clearly smiles, but his hair stands on end.

"If you are so interested in this prison, why don't you come and ask yourself?"

Yu Fuchen responded with a flattering smile, imitating someone's usual tricks to get away with it: "It's because you're busy, so I'm sorry..."

"Your virtues are very similar to him. You really deserve to be a personal disciple. Seeing you like this, you know that he has returned safely and fulfilled the promise of the year. Ming people don't speak secretly. I ask you, where is Feng Zhinan now? "

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