Prince of Heaven

After Jing Huai left, Rong Shi tidied up his clothes, tied his hair into a simple ponytail, and walked out of the study.

During the long palace road, Rongshi looked at the sky above Liguo, and waved away the people around him: "Don't follow, walk alone."

The palace people retreated, and walked all the way to the remote place.After the body disappeared into a rockery, the person disappeared completely.

After a while, Rong Shi appeared on the busy street outside the palace, already dressed as an ordinary son of an aristocratic family.

No matter how wars are raging on the border, Liguo Shangjing is always bustling and noisy, the restaurants and flower houses are full of music and music, and countless princes and nobles are intoxicated by the fragrance of makeup and powder.

Rongshi entered a wine shop, and found a quiet and quiet upper-class box to enter.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged general quietly entered the restaurant.

Although he is middle-aged, the general looks very energetic, full of joy, and seems to be overjoyed.

This person is General Deng Tuowei.

His wife's monthly letter did not come this time, and a doctor was invited to check the pulse, and it turned out that she was pregnant.The couple were extremely pleasantly surprised.The fetal change was not stable, and General Deng told the people in the mansion not to tell about his wife's pregnancy.

Mrs. Deng was raising her baby at home with peace of mind, and General Deng planned to meet the prince of the East Palace for a while.

Yesterday, he entrusted someone to send a painting to the prince. There are mysteries hidden in the painting, including the meeting place, time and matters to be discussed.

Even though he didn't really want to come.

To be honest, he didn't like to see this sick prince who only talked about "evil stars".

But when his wife spoke, he wanted to listen instead.

Xu Sanyou, an old man, always said how clever the prince was, but he didn't see much of it, thinking he was exaggerating.

Moreover, he is a general, and civil and military are mutually inferior, which is a strange atmosphere in the current court of Liguo.

The more Xu San praised, the more inexplicably rebellious he became.

Hearing Deng Tuowei's remarks, Mrs. Deng gave him a blank look, and said: "Your highness is both civil and military, how can you, a reckless man, be able to compare?"

Deng Tuowei felt a little wronged when he heard it, when did his wife turn to an outsider like this?

Both civil and military?

It's just a false name, Deng Tuowei thought disdainfully.

Although the princes and nobles in Shangjing have practiced martial arts since childhood, it is all for the good-looking fists and embroidered legs.

Only the former prince frequently appeared in the racecourse, which amazed many generals.

You can stay in Beijing

These generals have never been on a real battlefield at all, and their greatest contribution is to catch thieves and bang beggars.

I have never seen the world, and mistakenly regard fish eyes as pearls.

Deng Tuowei pushed open the door of the private room, and the private room was resplendent with gold and jade, the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard endlessly, and a group of dancers in gold and pink clothes danced lightly in the middle.

On the opposite side of the dancer is a wine table, on which sake and delicacies are displayed, and a young son is sitting in front of the table.

The young master is wearing simple but not ordinary luxurious clothes, his face is like a crown of jade, and his bearing is extraordinary. He is clearly a dignified bearing, but he is not inferior in this singing, singing, swallowing and dancing.

The young master seemed to be drunk, he squinted his eyes slightly to watch the singing and dancing, with only a trace of laziness in his expression.

It wasn't until His Royal Highness's eyes swept over lightly that Deng Tuowei suddenly woke up.

Rong Shi put down his wine glass, the silk and bamboo sound stopped suddenly, and the dancers retreated out with their gorgeous dance skirts.

"His Royal Highness." Deng Tuowei bowed his hands.

"No, General Deng, please take a seat."

Deng Tuowei sat down in front of a wine table at the Prince's side, where good wine and food were warmed.

During a banquet, the two had their own concerns.

Because of his wife, Deng Tuowei voted.

But Rong Shi could tell that he wasn't sincere at the moment, at least he didn't believe in the master he just recognized.

Rong Shi didn't bother to care about those now, he left after talking about the business.

He did not return to the East Palace, but secretly visited the Jing Mansion.

The layout of the Jingfu is the same as five years ago, Rong Shi easily escaped the guards and organs of the Jingfu, and planned to take a look at Jinghuai before leaving.

However, Jing Huai is not in the mansion.

Inside Huawendeng's hospital.

"Junior brother." Hua Wendeng stopped Jing Huai, "Don't be impulsive, Wen Ding has controlled the temple for many years, it's not that easy to deal with."

After the death of the former national teacher, Wen Ding, as a priest, became the actual ruler of the temple.

"Also, the Wen family has been studying magic from the beginning to the end. I suspect that it was the Wen family who manipulated Suzaku 1000 years ago."

Wen Ding turned his eyes to Hua Wendeng upon hearing this, with a weird smile on his face.He didn't seem to agree with Hua Wendeng's words, but he didn't intend to defend his ancestors either.

Of course, a person like him wouldn't care about these things.

Wen Ding stopped wasting words with them, raised his hands and clapped twice in mid-air. Amidst the crisp applause, there was faint dark mist flowing around.

Hua Wendeng sensed the changes around her, her expression changed, and she pulled Jing Huai

about to flee.

"Wait." Jing Huai looked at the suddenly darkened room and the familiar flow of dark fog, and remembered the sneakiness he encountered when he and Rongshi went to the temple together.Same as this one now.

In other words, the weaknesses are the same.

After such a delay, the ghosts summoned by Wen Ding had already surrounded the place.

Jing Huai drew out his sword, and slashed at the heart on the right side of the twisted monster. Sure enough, the slash was accurate, and glowing spells were scattered all over the surroundings.

Wen Ding smiled strangely: "So you were the one who broke into the temple that day?"

During the conversation, a few sneaky creatures rushed up from around Jing Huai, he raised his sword and slashed, and only said in between, "So what if it's me?"

Wen Ding didn't waste his refining sneaks any more, waved them to pause, and said triumphantly, "You don't think my treasures only have these abilities, do you?"

Jing Huai felt something was wrong, and sure enough, he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder the next moment.

It was the place where I was stabbed by these monsters last time.

"Junior Brother?" Hua Wendeng's words sounded vaguely in Jing Huai's ears, as if they were coming from the distant sky, and became more and more blurred, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother!"

"My babies, as long as you are hurt by them, you will leave a spell on your body. As long as I activate these spells, you will gradually become a baby like them."

Hua Wendeng was startled, seeing those monsters felt a chill down her spine.

After so many years, Wen Ding's sorcery has really improved a lot.

Jing Huai's eyelids and consciousness were heavy, he bit his lip, and the sharp pain made his consciousness temporarily clear.

He suddenly remembered that he had bitten his mouth like this a month ago.

But it was obviously more painful this time when I bit it.

Jing Huai licked his lips, then smiled blankly.

He found that he seemed to be nostalgic for that crazy and violent kiss.

I don't know how he is doing now?

Jing Huai's consciousness was too dazed to realize that at this moment, the only thing he was thinking about was Rong Shi.

Parents, friends, senior brothers... In exchange for Master's last wish, none of them are on his mind.

"Junior brother is worthy of being the heir that Master favors, and he can maintain his sanity." Wen Ding said in surprise, and then strengthened the power of the mantra - the power given to the ancestors of the Wen family by the Suzaku God is the power of mind.

The term "mind force" is relatively broad, and its main form of expression is that it is triggered by other media.

The mantra is only powerful.

The medium is spells and some spiritual fetishes and so on.

In exchange, there is a new medium, sneaky, which has been researched by the Wen family for generations.

The thing that made Jing Huai fall for him now was sneakiness.

Jing Huai pressed the wound and looked at Wen Ding coldly. Wen Ding's face was a bit blurred, but Jing Huai's eyes were very sharp, as if there was nothing unusual about it.

The surprise in Wen Ding's eyes turned into surprise: "It's really an excellent material."

Most of the ghosts he made were made of living people, using the secret method of the Wen family to make puppets, and then put the spell into his heart.

The quality of the material represents the quality of the final puppet.

Jinghuai is an unprecedented high-quality material.He was very pleasantly surprised.

Wen Ding withdrew his hands and did not let the sneaky spell continue to work.

He didn't want to spoil this excellent material.

"Don't worry, I won't let you become an ordinary sneaky one. You will be one of my most valiant generals. Master's vision is really good, hahaha."

Jing Huai and Hua Wendeng immediately knew what Wen Ding wanted to do, and they both raised their weapons.

Wen Ding smiled contemptuously, and when he was about to attack, his eyes suddenly froze.

The man with the scar had been observing the battle situation in order to wait for an opportunity to escape. Seeing that Wen Ding reacted abnormally, he followed Wen Ding's gaze.

The end point of Wen Ding's gaze is the window.

A young boy was sitting on the window at some point.

It was so quiet that no one in the whole room noticed it just now.

"If I heard you right, you just said—"

Rong Shi stretched out his fingers towards Jing Huai, the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up, but there was no smile at all, and the words he spoke were as cold as frost and snow.

"You want to make him a puppet, don't you?"

Wen Ding was disturbed by the sudden appearance of the person, and after realizing it, he was very angry, the dark energy gathered on his face, and his mouth was grinning: "Not only him, but you also—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Ding's eyes widened suddenly, as if seeing something extremely terrifying, a machete was drawn out like lightning, and slashed at his head in an instant.

Wen Ding didn't have time to dodge, so he could only urgently summon a sneak to stand in front of him, and blocked the knife for him, the body of the sneak was split in two, and he took advantage of the little gap he won to dodge.

If so, Wen Dinghuan was almost stabbed by this ghostly knife pocket.

He had lingering fears, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a strand of severed hair falling to the ground, and the coolness rushed from the soles of his feet to his back in an instant.

During the attack just now, Rongshi had already fallen from the window to the ground.

He held the knife in both hands, and his peach blossom eyes were piercingly piercing but full of cold air: "I didn't even plan to do this, how dare you?"

Even if Jing Huai was to be made into a puppet, it could only be his.