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Even though the poisonous smoke was thick and pervasive, blocking the sight, when it finally dissipated in the evening wind, a sharp arrow flew past Fu Qiufeng's face, pierced into the wall with a bang, and a strand of Fu Qiufeng's hair was thrown up. Holding a handful of broken porcelain in the palm of his hand, he was still wrapped in great frustration and bewilderment, as if he had fallen into a deep pool and felt chills all over his body.

The antidote he obtained after painstaking efforts and humiliation was so simple and shattered, and at this moment, only the armored elites who were surrounded by heavy siege were left. Could it be that his trip to the National Teacher's Mansion was so useless?

The porcelain piece cut the palm of his hand, Fu Qiufeng gritted his teeth and used the pain to force himself to lift his spirits. The second arrow shot at his chest. The broken porcelain flung towards Wu Riyan with true energy.

"Come on, let me catch him!" Wu Riyan's eyes were blurred, and he could only distinguish his position by listening to his voice. He narrowly avoided the flying tiles and turned around to retreat. Several people were injured by the tiles and fell down.

"Shut up! Let me give you my life!" Fu Qiufeng hissed, bloodshot eyes appeared on the whites of his eyes, the violent anger burned away the rest of his reason, and evaporated all his depression, all he wanted was to let Wu Riyan die on the spot.

Another arrow shot straight behind him concealedly, Fu Qiufeng had to stop his footsteps and dodged sideways, he raised his hand to hold the shaft of the arrow precisely out of the corner of his eye, dissipated his strength, then turned his hand and threw it to the place where the arrow branch came from, forcing back a person on a high wall. The archer, Wu Riyan took the opportunity to escape back to the crowd of guards, and confidently ordered: "Look out for Jietianlou, and quickly capture this person!"

Fu Qiufeng gripped the dagger tightly and moved around amidst the swarming soldiers. There was less and less room to move, swords, lights and swords came one after another.

The sweat on his forehead made his eyes hurt, and the guards in the back row had already formed a half circle and approached slowly with long guns. Fu Qiufeng threw a dagger and caught a guard's knife with both hands, kicked the man's abdomen hard, and snatched the knife Lai made a round sweep, cut the other person's throat, caught the falling dagger with his left hand and stabbed it into the chest of the attacker behind him, took two steps back and hit the courtyard wall with a muffled cough.

Wu Riyan's eyes had dark spots, and Fu Qiufeng's murderous intent boiled over. He knew that he must be poisoned, but at this time, killing Wu Riyan might cost his life. He forced himself to take a deep breath to calm himself, ignoring the excess on his arms and legs. There were two bloodstains, and seeing the guards retreating to the backyard from a distance, he was startled suddenly, remembering Wu Riyan's order just now.

Why should we be optimistic about Jietianlou?Fu Qiufeng had a flash of inspiration, Wu Riyan must be worried that there are other people who want to grab the antidote, that is to say, there is an antidote in Jietianlou...Golden Crow Mushroom!

The rare medicinal materials collected by the Li Palace have been moved back to the mansion by Wu Riyan. Doesn't it mean that the raw material of the antidote, the Golden Crow Fungus, is likely to be in Jietian Tower?As long as he can bring back the golden black fungus, Lin Ying can also prepare an antidote.

Fu Qiufeng's disappointment and despair were swept away, but as soon as he relaxed his mood, Cuixiangxiang's seizures would be wave after wave. Trying to use lightness skills was like stepping on cotton, tossing endlessly in the tide of lust, Fu Qiufeng wished he could Cutting his body open to let the night wind stir up the instinctive desire soaked in the bone marrow, he forcefully suppressed it, surrounded by more than a dozen people approaching him, only a little late in pace, a long gun had already been wrapped in the cold wind and pierced into his side.

"Leave him alive." Wu Riyan didn't dare to go forward, but sneered darkly among the guards, squinting at Fu Qiufeng who seemed to be exhausted, his vision was not clear, but it didn't affect his imagination of Fu Qiufeng's appearance at this time , "I want to lock him on the bed and love him well, and see how long his bones can be hardened."

"Daydreaming!" Fu Qiufeng was angry from the heart, and he shouted coldly, he broke the boat and declared himself a five-success force, and finally suppressed it temporarily together with Cuixiaoxiang.

He held the barrel of the gun pierced into his body with one hand, wrapped his right arm around, and held the long gun stabbed by the besieging soldiers under his ribs, and stepped on the other guns with his left leg. His throat was cut open under his feet and his eyes were wide open. The blood splattered on the cheeks was more eye-catching than the blush brought by Cuixiaoxiang, and his eyes were murderous, like a ghost in the underworld taking his life mercilessly. Wherever the red eyes swept, the chill seemed to have substance, and even the soldiers couldn't help but feel timid. Suddenly, he looked left and right and swallowed his saliva.

"Restrain...restrain your hands..." The soldiers who injured Fu Qiufeng were in a dilemma, scrupled by Wu Riyan's order, and Fu Qiufeng tightly held the sharp weapon in his hand. Just as he was about to persuade him to surrender, Fu Qiufeng raised his mouth mockingly.

Fu Qiufeng pushed hard with his left hand, abruptly pulled the blood-stained tip away from his body, raised his knee and knocked the barrel of the gun, turned the gun head and bent his knees slightly, and the next moment he jumped high from the encirclement and threw the broken gun at Wu Riyan.

Most of the soldiers didn't have the neat lightness skills, they raised their heads and raised their guns to look at Fu Qiufeng. When everyone came back to help Wu Riyan, Fu Qiufeng was already flying towards the tower like a flying bird.

"Stop him, a bunch of trash!" Wu Riyan pushed away a guard and scolded, and set off to chase the backyard.

Lightness kung fu is especially exhausting, not to mention that he has already proclaimed himself to be [-] percent. Fu Qiufeng took a breath on the high wall outside the Jietian Building, dodged a few sharp arrows, and climbed up the eaves of the tower, but his toes just landed on the tiles. Suddenly a sharp blade popped out from the gap between the towers. Fu Qiufeng was startled, turned over and jumped into the air, and before he could raise his breath, he forcibly flew down to the top of the tower.

The organ on the roof eaves of the top floor has also been activated. The moment the sharp knife popped out, Fu Qiufeng slapped it down with a palm. Tian coughed up blood, from the high fever just now to weak and chills.

According to Shangguan Yu's information, the Golden Crow Mushroom needs sunshine, so it must not be able to grow on the eighth floor below the four walls sealed off, so there is only the top floor. With a quick glance, I really saw a small skylight on the roof.

The pursuers had already arrived downstairs, and Fu Qiufeng caught a glimpse of three figures rushing towards from different directions. They must be the master disciples kept by the mansion. He took a deep breath and used the heavy weight, and stomped heavily, the beams and glazed tiles instantly cracked. The smoke and dust dispersed and there was a rumbling sound. In the chaos, Fu Qiufeng landed first. He only felt a pain in his left leg. He didn't know when he was hit by a willow leaf flying knife. pots of mushrooms.

The mushroom is shaped like an umbrella, low and thin, with a circle of golden patterns around the edge of the brown umbrella cover, which faintly emits light in the night. It is mysterious and beautiful. Fu Qiufeng was delighted. Fortunately, he recklessly smashed the roof without damaging it. Golden Crow, but the three masters also came after them. The two attacked directly, and the one who was good at using hidden weapons retreated to the rear to wait for an opportunity.

After a little weighing, Fu Qiufeng knew that it would not be good if he continued to entangle here. He immediately took off his robe with a shake of his shoulders, took a flowerpot for planting golden black mushrooms, wrapped it in his clothes, turned around and ran, and the palm of his hand hit straight behind him. Fu Qiufeng was lucky. Protecting the meridians and viscera, without looking back, he received two palms, stepped on the wall and turned up into the air.

Shangguan Ningzheng was sneaking and trying to get out of the National Teacher's Mansion while he was in the middle of the chaos, when suddenly there was a chill behind his back, and when he turned around, he saw Fu Qiufeng staring at him like a knife point - he couldn't even see Fu Qiufeng's eyes clearly under the night, he could only stand still. On the top of the pagoda, against the moonlight, was the tall and straight silhouette, but only for a moment, he was still in a cold sweat, thinking that Fu Qiufeng's life was so hard.

He knew the current affairs best, so he didn't get entangled for long, so he simply pulled out the knife from his waist, gave the soldier guarding the gate a knife from behind, kicked open the back door, pulled out a few poisonous smoke bombs and threw them at the crowd, and greeted the gatekeeper in an embarrassing manner. Tianlou handed it over, then turned around and slipped away.

Coughing sounds came from downstairs, Fu Qiufeng kicked on the edge of the hole on the roof, jumped down directly to the building with a flowerpot in his hand, drew out his dagger and dodged into the smoke, and went all the way down the building to the back door. Escape from the National Teacher's Mansion.

The close-fitting red clothes were also very obvious under the night, and a pool of hot blood spewed intermittently from the courtyard wall to the street. Fu Qiufeng vaguely heard the painful groans of the soldiers in the mansion and Wu Riyan chasing after him, angrily trying to kill him and Shangguanning's cursing. Constantly, he carried his lightness kung fu to the extreme, and only raised his energy in the high places of the pavilion. The prosperous lights of the capital formed a blurred band of light in his eyes. The hustle and bustle fluctuated from far to near. Slow down a little.

Fu Qiufeng didn't dare to stop, for fear that once he stopped, he would no longer have the strength to move, there was a faint flash of gold stars in front of his eyes, the burning pain in his chest, his true energy was almost exhausted, the blood on the corner of his mouth never broke, and there was no time left Judging that he had suffered some kind of internal injury, only the idea of ​​protecting the golden black mushroom in his hand remained to drive him forward.

Jumping to a hidden alley, when he turned to the entrance of the alley, the palm that had been lurking silently for a long time slapped his chest fiercely.

Fu Qiufeng didn't expect someone to ambush here, subconsciously moved away the flower pot in his arms, the pain exploded, Fu Qiufeng took a step back holding his breath, stood firmly, raised his eyes and saw clearly that this person was A master of sneak attacks with hidden weapons in the National Teacher's Mansion.

Seeing that Fu Qiufeng hadn't been beaten back, the man was taken aback, and was about to withdraw his hand to escape into the darkness, when Fu Qiufeng quickly grabbed his wrist, mostly fighting instinct, he pulled the man closer and suddenly lowered his head to kowtow on the other's forehead, the man The back of his head hit the wall hard at the same time, and he was in a daze for a moment, then his throat felt cold, and when he lowered his head, he saw only splashes of bright red.

Fu Qiufeng closed his eyes, wiped the blood on his face, and walked a few steps. A drunken man approached him in the alley. Whose head is being held in the cold.

There was a dull pain in his forehead, and his brain was also rumbling like thunder. Fu Qiufeng staggered up the wall, bent over in the shadows, and immediately forced his heavy legs to continue on the road. Dazed and blank, thinking about where and why I came here, what to do with the mushroom in my hand, when I think of Rong Fen, the smiling face in my memory is covered with a layer of regret that I shouldn't have.

"Hmm..." Fu Qiufeng's footsteps trembled, and he clenched the bundle of his coat tightly. The headache intensified, and he even began to feel dizzy. His left chest also felt sharp pain when he breathed. He lowered his head and coughed dryly. The footsteps of the officers and soldiers on the street gradually approached, he clenched his teeth and frowned and staggered forward, leaning against the door of a house, and then heard the voices of the officers and soldiers suddenly raised.

"It's not good, the palace is flooded, someone must have assassinated the king, go back to the palace!"

"You continue to search for Dayi's thieves, follow me and return to the palace."

The footsteps got farther and farther away, Fu Qiufeng couldn't hold on any longer, he leaned against the gate and slowly fell down, the courtyard door was knocked open by him, then the gate slowly opened, Fu Qiufeng blinked vigorously, but still couldn't see clearly what was standing behind him The laughing man leaned over his head, he swung the dagger reflexively, and was held firmly by two slender fingers.

"Shhh." Shangguan Yu was dressed up, carefully dragging Fu Qiufeng by the shoulders and dragging him into the courtyard, "I have bought all the houses here, take a good rest, you are safe."

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Capital, Frost Blade Terrace.

The interrogation of a group of people who were escorted back from Feng Zhu's residence has come to an end, Rong Yi was ordered to lead the army to set off in person to escort the Beiyou mission to Taizhao City on the border, and the major government offices are also on the right track, Rong Yi's busy work finally came to an end No more discussions late into the night.

But Frost Blade Terrace has extra work tonight. The one who is going to be interrogated is just a seemingly ordinary old man. He is the housekeeper in charge of arranging the cleaning for the servants in Fengzhu Residence. Just put it back to the place of origin.

"...he heard the brothers passing by talking about Gong Ziyu's death, and suddenly he hit the wall without saying a word and wanted to commit suicide. He was stopped by the brothers and rescued, so he made a fuss to seek death. We only found out at the first trial that he was from the former prince's mansion. Servant." Tang Miao followed Rong Fan and reported, "This subordinate thinks we should report to you as soon as possible."

"Well, I will stop talking nonsense in the dungeon from now on." Rong Fan nodded, entered the torture room of the dungeon, and saw a sixty-year-old man with a gray face and a dejected spirit.

Rong Fan looked at the old man a few times, there were dozens of hundreds of servants in Rong Yu's house, he didn't recognize them, so he sat down slowly, and asked coldly, "Name?"

"Qian Lu." The old man replied listlessly, "I heard that Gong Ziyu is dead, so I don't need to live on. I beg Your Majesty to be magnanimous and grant me my death."

"Hmph, you know Gong Ziyu's true identity." Rong Yan sneered, "You are all loyal and courageous, and you are much more inseparable than Zhuan Zhu. Why do you simply give up? Your other party is still at large, If you are not foolish enough to ask for death, there is still a chance for him to make a comeback."

Qian Lu sighed deeply, shook his head and said, "Ghosts with thousands of faces have thousands of faces, and they don't need me, an old man, to get things done."

"Where is he now? How many bases do you have hidden in the dark?" Rong Fan turned cold, "Recruit everything you know, don't think that I will be soft on the old man."

"I'm just an incompetent cleaning servant, how can I know the secrets of the master's house?" Qian Lu laughed at himself, "I can't make up a decent lie even if I beat him to death."

"You even know Qianxianggui, do you think I'll believe you?" Rong Pin said impatiently, "Then tell all about Qianxianggui before I decide whether to kill you or not."

"My acquaintance with Qian Xianggui was all ordered by His Highness." Qian Lu looked away and recalled, "I don't know his real name, but he killed a servant in the mansion. It was discovered by His Highness, and he was detained in the dungeon of Fuzhong for interrogation, and learned that he was an assassin sent by Beiyou."

Rong Fan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, his remarks were no different from Wu Chun from Yiwang's Mansion.

"I was in charge of delivering food to him at that time. He was indeed a tough guy. Even though His Highness sent someone to use all kinds of punishments, he didn't confess a word of information except that he was from Beiyou. Gradually, even His Highness told him. I admire you." Qian Lu said with a complicated expression, "Your Highness is really a kind person, even though he is an assassin, His Highness wants to take him in and let him turn to the bright side. Instead, he often went to talk and drink with him."

"Heh, what a good man." Rong Fan curled his lips in disdain, "He is from Beiyou, and he is loyal to his own country. Why is Rong Yu's mouth so dark? Is his prince's residence open and aboveboard?"

Qian Lu's eyelids trembled, resisting the urge to refute Rong Fan, closed his eyes and continued: "I have seen the true face of Qian Xianggui, he is at most ten years old, very young, handsome and handsome, His Highness is busy with affairs, so he can't go there every day Visiting in the dungeon, the two torture officers who were in charge of the torture were so bold that they tried to insult him with the help of alcohol, and they were strangled to death by chains, but His Highness was very angry when he came back, but it was not aimed at Qian Xianggui. They exposed the corpses of the two criminal officers to the wilderness for the dogs to eat, and even bowed their heads to the Qianxiang ghost in person to apologize."

Rong Fan raised his hand and stroked his hair, and said coldly: "I don't want to be lustful early, but I am bold when I am late. Just kidding, I think this is Rong Yu's plan. Is it because Qian Xianggui is so moved that he decides to follow Rong Yu? "

"The heart of a villain!" Qian Lu raised his voice excitedly, "Later I was transferred to do other things. I don't know what happened. Anyway, Qianxianggui still found his way back, and he still doesn't regret his decision."

Rong Jing stood up and walked slowly. Talking to Rong Yu's old department always made him very irritable. He squinted and asked, "I don't want to hear your blind bragging. Fengzhuju is the stronghold for contact with Li Kingdom. You also have quite a few comrades in the Li country, did Qian Xianggui flee to the Li country, planning to use the power of the Li country to fight back?"

"Impossible!" Qian Lu categorically denied, "Everyone is a righteous man who inherits His Highness' will, how could he allow soldiers from other countries to commit Dayi? Even if there is any cooperation, it is only a superficial contact. A high-ranking person does not want to serve the king, but instead embraces his own self-esteem and threatens his master. He is greedy for lust and pleasure and forces good people to become prostitutes. Both men and women are banned in the mansion. Such absurd and unfaithful people, if His Highness is still alive, will definitely be despised! Going against his will and sincerely cooperating with such thieves."

"Hmph, I really don't know whether to say you are naive or stupid, you have lived to the age..." Before Rong Fan could finish his sarcasm, his thoughts suddenly stopped on the national teacher's forced prostitution, confinement of men and women, and he thought of Fu Qiufeng uncontrollably.

Fu Qiufeng has been away for more than ten days, has he arrived in Li Country?If you really want to sneak into the National Teacher's Mansion, if you fail, what should you do if you get caught in an ambush?

Even if Shangguan Yu wanted to regain the throne step by step, he might not have enough time to protect Fu Qiufeng.

The more Rong Fen thought about it, the harder it was for him to calm down. The image of Fu Qiufeng lying on the bed blushing and inviting him repeated in his mind. In the past, he was only worried about whether Fu Qiufeng would fall into the enemy camp and be tortured if he missed it. Bad worries are out of control.

Rong Fan had no intention of continuing the interrogation, so he simply went out and asked Tang Miao to take over, and walked anxiously and repeatedly in the main hall of Shuangrentai.

Wei Yuan got up in the middle of the night and saw that the lights in the main hall were still on, and his face was full of sadness, so he couldn't help but stepped forward to care.

Rong Fan sighed out the breath he had held for a long time, and said, "I want to find him."

Wei Yuan frowned: "How about letting the subordinates go?"

Rong Fan stroked his forehead again and shook his head: "If I want to go, no one can replace me. Only when I go in person can I calm down the uneasiness in my heart. I haven't longed so much for a long time."

Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Then let this subordinate accompany you?"

Rong Fan's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward: "Just wait for your words, make arrangements immediately, and leave tomorrow!"

Fu Qiufeng didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he woke up, there was no pain in his body, and the heat from the scorching hair had returned. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to touch his side. The dagger was placed by his side. He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he raised his eyes and saw the pot of mushrooms, he was also relieved with the rest of his breath.

Then he felt tremors around him, as if he was lying in the carriage, he gritted his teeth and sat up, with several layers of gauze wrapped around his chest, his breathing was a bit stagnant.

"Are you awake?" Shangguan Yu who was driving opened the curtain of the car and smiled, "Today is 26, we have already left the capital, you are seriously injured, you have broken a rib, and you have been drugged, I will send you off first Go and treat yourself carefully, and then arrange someone to escort you back to Dayi from Xiaolu."

"No, give me a fast horse." Fu Qiufeng frowned, moved his arms, and straightened his coat.

"Are you sure?" Shangguan Yu raised his eyebrows, "Even if you don't care about your injury, don't forget Cuixiaoxiang."

"No problem." Fu Qiufeng said coldly, "It's just drugged, it can't control me."

Shangguan Yu clicked his tongue and shook his head: "Okay, after all, I don't have enough manpower here. I hope that in the future, by fate, I will see you again as an envoy to Li Kingdom."

"Thank you." Fu Qiufeng cupped his hands and carefully tied the bundle under the golden black fungus flowerpot.

When the carriage drove to the small town, Shangguan Yu arranged for a fast horse and a few days of dry food, and drew a topographic map for Fu Qiufeng. Dayi went straight to the official road, and stopped his horse at the first official post he met.

This is a small place. There are only two post envoys washing the harness in the yard. When they saw Fu Qiufeng from a distance, one of them went out. When Fu Qiufeng approached, he said, "The post house is full. Please show me... Your Excellency is okay." ?"

Fu Qiufeng got off the horse with the saddle on, and fell straight forward. The postman was startled, and stretched out his hand to help him. He felt almost scalding heat through his clothes, and was pushed away by Fu Qiufeng the next moment.

"Frost Blade Terrace... Secret performance." Fu Qiufeng raised his hand to support the stirrup, his eyes were hazy, and he still insisted on handing over the burden and a letter to the postman, "Send it to the capital in six hundred li urgently!"

"My lord, do you have a fever... or are you injured?" The postman was confused, seeing that there were still bloodstains on Fu Qiufeng's clothes, "Your token..."

Fu Qiufeng clenched his fingers tightly, a few bloodstains appeared on his palm, he clenched his lower lip and fell to his knees, wanting the postman to prepare a bucket of cold water for him, but he was speechless.

The two messengers discussed something, but Fu Qiufeng didn't hear the question for a long time. He bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to wake up with the sharp pain. When he supported the ground and raised his head slowly, he saw a figure flying out of the building.

Fu Qiufeng froze for a moment, twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, thinking that the drug had actually taken effect to the point where he had hallucinations.

"Your Majesty." Fu Qiufeng laughed, and stood up tremblingly while pressing his legs, "I haven't arrived in the capital yet, it can't be Your Majesty, I can't..."

"Fu Qiufeng?!" With hot eyes, Rong Fan rushed forward and hugged Fu Qiufeng. He saw the color slowly fading on the heavy black clothes. There were also spots on his arms, chest, and legs. Fu Qiufeng was bleeding. His heart also kept throbbing, "Hold on, I'm here, it's me!"

Fu Qiufeng's whole body froze, and he closed his eyes forcefully. Before seeing the sight, he smelled the familiar breath, which was fragrant and elegant, and the impulse that burned his head was like getting a panacea when he met the cold face, which was relieved. Afterwards, with endless climbing and more emptiness of desire, it was only at this moment that he realized that he had returned to Dayi, and as long as he returned to Dayi, he would definitely be able to return to Rong Zhen's side.

"Your Majesty..." Fu Qiufeng's voice became hoarse, and he called out in a low voice. He raised his head slightly, trying to see Rong Fan clearly. Excited, he stretched out his hand to gently caress Rong's side cheek, then hugged it back again, and said in a trembling voice, "Chen... can you make a mistake?"

The author has something to say: Your Majesty: I can do it, so I can’t

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During this period of time, Calvin was cooing every day, and I felt deeply ashamed, so the little angels who left comments before the update of this chapter and the next chapter all had red envelopes, bowing to everyone and apologizing QAQ