Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

But the person who was supposed to leave still didn't move, he stayed where he was, and fluently wrote a few words in ink on the white paper, glanced at him who was turning his head to the inside, and after thinking about it, he left the written sentence on the edge of the couch After that, he turned over and crossed the window lattice, and disappeared like a ghost.

Really come from everywhere, come back everywhere.

He immediately sat up, and the opened brocade was blown off the white paper on the edge of the couch. The white paper seemed to be falling dead leaves, and he reached out to catch it in a mysterious way, pulling the wound on his left arm.

He held back the pain, took the white paper with his right hand, and took a closer look, and there was such a sentence written on the white paper: "Ji, my name."

He raised his head and looked outside the window lattice. The heavy rain had just stopped, and the dim yellow sunset looked slightly drunk.It turned out that in the blink of an eye, it was dusk outside the window.

It was night, the moonlight after the rain was extraordinarily clear, and the mottled shadows on the branches outside the window were blown by the wind, and turned into flowing smoke and slipped into the hollowed-out window. Inside the window, a sleeping man frowned , as if thinking about something in a dream.

In the dead of night, Ji returned to the side of the bed again. Perhaps it had been a long time since he had seen someone who was still tossing his heart while falling asleep. He just leaned against the inner side of the bedpost with the long knife in his waist, separated by the thin curtain. Looking at the person on the bed from far and near, this look is all night and all night.

In the early morning, a bird flew over the desk, flapped its smooth wings, pecked at the desk, and then sang a few words provocatively, awakening the drowsy people.

"It's Mao time..." He lay on the bed and waited for a long time for the sedan chair outside the Hou's mansion, but in the end, the sedan chair didn't arrive, and he fell asleep instead.

He opened and closed his eyes again, sighed secretly, raised his neck and wanted to look at the blue sky above the beam, but he never thought that this look happened to meet the man who was dozing with his head down.

His eyelids twitched in fright at the gloomy Rakshasa ghost face, and he thought to himself: Why hasn't this person left yet?

His attitude was very clear from the beginning to the end, he no longer needed extra guards, even if they were assigned by Qi Xin.Could it be that he was afraid that Qi Xin would take his anger on him because of this, so he didn't dare to return to the palace to return to his life?

He blinked his clear eyes, and he went into the palace to meet Qi Xin.He was not summoned last night, so he should have entered the palace to see what happened in the palace.

Thinking about this, he got up with his clothes, stretched out his hand and saw that half of the sleeve was missing on his left arm, he sighed and went to the closet to get a good robe and put it on.

He was standing in front of the mirror, just as he was arranging his robe and hair crown when the dozing man behind the bedpost suddenly opened his cold eyes, saw him open the door and walked out, and hurriedly followed him.

"Morning Hou."

The servants and maidservants who passed by in the corridor bowed to salute him, but the person behind Lord Hou was extremely unfamiliar, standing there like an ice sculpture, dark and frightening.

Seeing this, he nodded and walked through the corridor to the main hall.

In the main hall, Lu Yi was calling for the maid who was holding the plate with both hands to put vegetables on the table.

At this time, when I think about it carefully, it's time for breakfast.

"Master Hou, please take a seat." As soon as Lu saw him stepping over the threshold, he opened the seat, making the man following him raise his eyebrows.

Lu Yi could not help feeling horrified when he saw the man sitting next to Lord Hou majestically.

Lu was angry.

Seeing this situation, he glanced at the man sitting beside him, and said, "Let him go."

To be honest, he didn't care about the distinction between master and servant.What's more, the aura of this person in front of him is not like a servant guard, but like an assassin.

He looked at the tall and straight green bamboo outside the main hall that had been washed by yesterday's spring rain, and then he looked closely at the maidservants carrying dishes back and forth, all of which were delicacies.

After the morning meal, the sky was twilight, and the top of the mountain was suddenly white.

He looked at the table after removing the dishes.

In the bowls placed on the table, there are jade dew ice lotus, pear blossom group dew, golden dace... red like agate, green like jade, colorful, delicate and sweet.

At this time, all he saw were special pastries that were hard-won in the palace.

Lu Yi stood in front of him and asked carefully, "Master Hou, take a look, which pastry suits your taste best?"

Lu Yi turned his face around, making him a little confused.

"Did someone from the palace come here just now?" These things on the table are something that ordinary people can't see.

"Your Majesty's guess is right. Eunuch Zhang who is next to the king just came to send a letter and delivered these pastries. Eunuch Zhang said that there is no need to go to the Mingguang Palace to pay his respects in the next few days. The king may not have time to take care of Lord Hou these few days. I hope the Marquis will recuperate well in the mansion. These pastries were all given by the king, and the golden dace for the imperial use was also given as a gift..."

Lu Yi told Lord Hou verbatim what Eunuch Zhang wanted to pass on.

At this time, Ji, who was bowing his head at the side, had his entire mask buried in the shadow of Chu Yang, unable to see the innermost expression clearly.

He was a little surprised when he heard this, Qi Xin has been troubled by trifles recently?

He slowly raised his hand, took out a piece of golden dace from the plate, and put it between his fingers to play with it in a circle, seemingly carelessly, but actually he was very preoccupied.

Seeing this, Ji, who was sitting by the side, thought for a moment, leaned his chin, and wrote on the white paper he carried with him: "The Chaohe painting boat has been destroyed, and everything is not going well."

He paused, and his words hit him full of doubts.

"Lv Yi, go and invite the best doctor in Qianyang City to show me. Benhou's injury can't be delayed even for a moment."

A few days ago, the Chaohe Painting Boat was destroyed overnight due to a surprise attack by the Zhai Wei Assassin Group. A group of courtiers who suffered heavy losses in the court hall jointly signed a letter requesting King Zhou Hui to negotiate with the Zhai Wei King and hold Xian Xing Zhai responsible for his ineffective investigation.

In the past few days, the gate of the Palace of Qinzheng was almost broken by groups of ministers. A group of people surrounded the monarch in a hurry, and they couldn't stop them no matter what.

Therefore, it is very logical that King Zhou Hui in the Palace of Qinzheng was trapped for a few days and could not summon Feng Yanghou who was still recuperating in the Houfu.

His order was conveyed by Lu Yi.

In less than a day, all the well-known doctors in and out of the city were invited to Fengyanghou's mansion.

Although the arrow wound on his left arm could not kill him, Feng Yanghou is different from ordinary princes and nobles. Once the injury recurs, it will be a big event to smash the signboard and lose his head.

Outside the Xiaofeng Pavilion, the sky hangs low, as if you can embrace the blue sky with your hand.

He looked back at the long corridor, took a sip of the thick bitter medicine, and sat on the cold stone bench in the pavilion, as if recalling the old scene.

He always inadvertently made every place in Fengyanghou's mansion look like the mansion of Prime Minister Ji Guo, this corridor is, and so is Xiaofeng Pavilion.

In the end, he still couldn't let go of the past.

He held his breath and drank the sniffle decoction in the white jade bowl, put it on the stone table, stood up, leaned his back on the pavilion pillar, and looked at the courtyard full of Qinyuan.

He remembered that sometimes, hosta flowers could live under the wild sky in spring, but they couldn't live for a few days after all.

When he saw Jing Siren, he immediately felt lost in his heart, and turned around to walk back.

Ji stood outside Xiaofeng Pavilion, his eyes moved, and he suddenly reached out to stop him.

"Unhappy?" The white paper blown by the wind fell on his palm.

He was stunned, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and he concentrated again, but he heard the sound and saw no one.

At this moment, there is a whistling wind, and the colorful petals of qin kites flutter in the air.

He stood up, raised his eyebrows and eyes, and under the shadow of flowers, he saw the man with Rakshasa's face unsheathed with a long knife, cutting off a sleeve of cold mist, with a smile on his mouth, as if after cutting through thorns and thorns, he guarded the clouds and saw the moonlight.

This guard named "Ji" couldn't see his face and was a mute. He stood in the depths of the courtyard surrounded by irises, swinging his knife at will, but the flowers and leaves did not touch his body.

He stood in Xiaofeng Pavilion, staring at the handsome man wielding his saber.It's hard to imagine that the man's Wuhen long knife has no trace of hostility, and it is just for his entertainment, or is it for the people in the pavilion to watch and add to the fun?

The more he thought about it, the weirder his expression became, but a string buried deep in his heart was still alive, and he was teased twice by the man deep in the courtyard. The sound was not loud, but it was just enough to clear his eyebrows and eyes.

In an instant, he was bewildered.

In the effort of half a cup of tea, the cold knife returns to its sheath.

The man in the courtyard leisurely paced out from the blurred place.

Suddenly, he seemed to be stared at by a pair of piercing eyes, making his limbs tremble.

Perhaps, it is the cold wind blowing in the cold spring.

He folded his arms and continued to comfort himself, thinking that the arrow wound on his left arm was getting better and better, and he felt relieved.

He walked down the stone steps, walked forward, walked to the depths of the courtyard, and through the shade of trees, he saw the round light on the distant mountain when the mist was pushed away.

The mist is hazy, and the flowers are shining.

Ji stood in front of him, looked at him and wrote: "A sharp weapon is the way to defend against others."

So, what else does he want to do for him?

He remained silent, and walked into the corridor without looking at the expression of the man beside him.