The fat mink squeezed its head out happily, and grabbed Mu Chengxue's skirt with its two front paws, like a good son, looking at his old father leaning against the door, those little bean eyes... Yun Yifeng's heart softened completely, Just as she was about to fly to snatch it, Mu Chengxue raised her hand and pushed it back.
Yun Yifeng: "..."
Ji Yanran whispered in his ear: "I'll go grab it."
Mu Chengxue naturally also heard this sentence. Although his martial arts are superb, he has few opponents in the arena, but after all, he is rare, not to mention that the opponents are Ji Yanran and Yun Yifeng. Most importantly, as a top killer, every move he made was worth tens of thousands of gold, and he never even bothered to touch the hilt of his sword when he didn't receive the money.
So he pressed the restless Diao in his arms again: "I have some news, the Master of Yunmen may be interested."
Yun Yifeng said: "The most indispensable thing for Fengyumen is news." And taking a step back, even if you have the Dafa of Immortal Cultivation, Bigu Cheats, and Swordsmanship in your hands, and you are about to fly to the sky tomorrow, you still don't want to take half of the mink hair with you.
Mu Chengxue continued: "It has something to do with an important official of the imperial court. I will exchange him for this mink."
Court dignitaries? Yun Yifeng frowned: "What do you know?"
Mu Chengxue lowered his head sideways, and replied casually: "That depends on whether Master Yunmen is willing to make an exchange with me."
He was dressed in black clothes, his black hair was casually tied behind his head, and was a little disheveled by the wind, making his cheeks paler and his facial features soft and lazy. Originally he had an excellent appearance, but no matter how Yun Yifeng looked at him at this time, he couldn't help but look at him. It was very unpleasant, and I wished I could immediately draw my sword and fight for three hundred rounds.
Of course, it still didn't work out in the end.
The snow-white thin horse passed by Feishuang Jiao, and continued to run towards the deep mountain. Fat Diao lay firmly on Mu Chengxue's back, and looked at Yun Yifeng affectionately, until finally it turned into a piece of white light snow and disappeared in the shadow of the stars.
Yun Yifeng said: "I'm going to be poisoned."
His Royal Highness Xiao Wang fell into silence. The last time Diao disappeared was because he was not optimistic about it. This time Diao disappeared because he wanted to exchange for the news of that unlucky court official. After careful calculation, it has nothing to do with him.
So he asked: "If I don't follow the morals of the world and break the contract to snatch Diao back, will I implicate Fengyumen?"
Yun Yifeng replied: "Yes."
Ji Yanran: "..."
In fact, this is also a delicate determination, because in all fairness, His Royal Highness Xiao Wang has nothing to do with Jianghu, let alone what the master of the Fengyumen promised to a killer. At that time, it was shrouded in dense clouds, and it was really inappropriate to discuss other matters, so Ji Yanran had no choice but to wrap his high cloak around him, and rode back to the city.
Seeing that the two came back empty-handed, Qingyue consoled her intimately: "The fat mink won't go, and the fatter mink won't come."
Yun Yifeng was weak: "Come in, there is something I need you to do."
Qingyue agreed, then looked at Ji Yanran questioningly—are you okay
Ji Yanran patted him on the shoulder and told him: "I'm going to the palace to let your master rest early."
Yun Yifeng closed the door with his backhand, cold sweat faintly seeping from his forehead. Qingyue only thought that he was in a bad mood, and stood outside alone and waited respectfully for a long time, until the sound of teacups clinking came from inside the room, before she knocked on the door and went in, but was startled by his pale face.
"It's okay, don't tell the prince." Yun Yifeng sat down and breathed. When he was in the mountain just now, he was already a little dizzy. Fortunately, the moonlight was dim at that time, and Feishuang Jiao was running quite madly, so the people behind him didn't notice the abnormality.
For some reason, although the frequency of poisoning has decreased recently, he has a bad premonition in his heart. It is similar to the calm before the storm, uneasy, and sometimes there will be sour poems and crooked literati sorrows, seeing the moon I want to sigh a few words.
So this night, it was rare for Yun Yifeng to take the initiative to ask, and honestly took a medicinal bath, although the skin and flesh were still painful, but... even if you live one more day, if you live one more day, you can see flowers and drink more A jug of wine, say a word. He didn't know when his mentality began to change, but he didn't reject it at all—even if nine points of this change were bitter, at least one point of sweetness remained.
That's enough.
The quilt on the bed was also newly changed by the old concubine. It was fluffy and soft, with the temperature of the sun, which was just right for wrapping the exhausted body and falling into a dark dream.
…
After another two or three days like this, during the early morning court that day, all the adults discovered by coincidence that there seemed to be only two of the three guards from the Imperial Forest Army guarding outside the Zhenghua Hall. Finally couldn't stand the rumors all over the city and the army all over the house, and suddenly fainted in a hurry. The emperor sent an imperial doctor to look at her yesterday. It is said that she can't even speak well.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to make it through." My colleagues were all muttering, and they told Yu Chichu that you two are best friends on weekdays, so be sure to bring our greetings with you. There are old fried dough sticks in the court, and now the "Wang" surname is a hot potato, and it doesn't matter whether something happens or not, in short, it's better to stay away until the truth is revealed.
At the same time, Wang Zhixia also stopped Wang Dong and invited him to go to Ji Yanran for help.
Wang Dong was full of embarrassment, and lowered his voice: "But you and I are not familiar with the prince, so you came to the door rashly, this..."
"Looking at the loss of one of the three of them, the godly man is ready to take your head and mine from thousands of miles away, so there is no need to care about familiarity or unfamiliarity." Wang Zhixia dragged him and did not let go, "The emperor is Leave it to the prince to take care of it? Then it's over, I can tell you, if you don't go, then you have a ghost in your heart!"
"Why do I have a ghost in my heart?" Wang Dong was so choked by him that his chest was tight, so he had no choice but to retract his legs, "Sure, go find the prince, I want to see, what can you say! "
In Prince Xiao's mansion, Yun Yifeng slept for five hours, if he didn't hear someone whispering outside the window, he might not want to wake up.
Ling Xing'er wondered: "Is there an official asking to see our sect master?"
"It's the two adults, Wang Zhixia and Wang Dong, who have something important to do." The butler explained, "My lord asked me to come and ask, to see if Master Yunmen wants to go."
Ling Xing'er wondered: "But the head of the sect went to bed late last night, and he has to practice exercises to adjust his breath—"
"I'll go." Yun Yifeng pushed open the door, "Please wait a moment, my lords, I'll change my clothes and go."
The housekeeper hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the prince said, let the door owner have breakfast first." Then he added in a low voice, the two Lord Wangs heard it, so they should not rush.
The lives of important officials in the court and the breakfast of Yunmen Master, even if His Royal Highness Xiao Wang is dizzy, he will not be confused about the priority. Now that he said this, it means that there is another meaning. Yun Yifeng cooperated naturally, after washing up, he ate a bowl of wontons and drank a pot of tea in a leisurely manner, before going to the front hall leisurely.
The door curtain was lifted, Ji Yanran said with a smile: "If you don't come again, Master Wang's poem will come."
Wang Dong hurriedly pointed to his side, the one who wrote the sour poems was this annoying ghost, not me.
Wang Zhixia looked Yun Yifeng up and down, and sighed with sobs, it turns out that not all the storytellers in the teahouse are liars, there really are such good-looking masters like Yunmen Master in the world. After the endless praise, he elbowed Wang Dong again: "You and I are saved this time!"
Wang Dong: "..."
"My lord is joking." Yun Yifeng said, "The emperor has already dispatched the Imperial Forest Army to follow behind several lords every day, so why do you need people from the martial arts to intervene?"
"Although I am a literati, I have heard a lot about Jianghu, and I have heard about the status and means of the Fengyumen." Wang Zhixia said, "It is difficult for the emperor and the prince to investigate the curse of these witches, but the master of the Yunmen must definitely There will be a way." He said firmly and full of trust, it seemed that he wanted to hang his whole family's life on Yun Yifeng, and before the other party refused to be polite, he immediately said, "Everything has a cause and an effect Well, since the Fengyumen is famous, it must be because of the outstanding talent of the Yunmen master, and since the Yunmen master is outstanding, then there is hope for this matter!"
While talking, he pushed Wang Dong again, this time the other party finally responded, but because he was unprepared, he could only echo: "Fortunately, there is a Cloud Sect Master, fortunately, there is a Cloud Sect Master."
Waking up from sleep became someone else's "fortunate", Yun Yifeng didn't refuse any more, just asked: "Wang Wanshan, why didn't you come with the two of you?"
"He's sick." Mentioning this matter, Wang Zhixia wanted to sigh again, "Don't you think it's pitiful to be scared of being sick?"
Yun Yifeng comforted patiently: "Even if there is a witch, if you want to kill her, you will kill the Lord Wang who killed her, and you won't hack around. If you haven't done anything wrong, what are you afraid of?"
But Wang Zhixia is very persistent, even if he has never done anything wrong, there is no guarantee that there will be no ghosts knocking on the door with insufficient brains or touching the wrong door. Who can resist this! Still have to think of a more secure way to deal with it!
He was entangled with Ji Yanran and Yun Yifeng at one end, and at the other end, Yu Chichu also went to Wang Wanshan's residence in a sedan chair carrying supplements. The Wang family's wife, children and housekeeper happened to be in the front hall, discussing the matter of asking a doctor for medical treatment.
"How is Lao Wang?" Yuchi Chu was concerned.
"I was in a coma for more than half of the time, and I didn't have energy when I was awake, and my stomach swelled after two mouthfuls of food." The eldest son of Wang sighed, "Uncle Yuchi is here, just in time to help with a few words of persuasion."
"Let's go." Yuchi Chu said, "Go and see now."
There were still many imperial guards guarding the small courtyard, and it was completely silent. It is no wonder that Wang Wanshan was so worried that he couldn't even eat. Yuchi Chu knocked on the door a few times, seeing no movement inside, he pushed it open by himself. A gust of wind slipped into the room at the same time, lifted the bed curtain in a circle, revealing a single corner of the quilt, Yu Chichu's face changed suddenly, he walked quickly to the bedside and lifted the curtain, he immediately took three or four steps back in shock, and fell heavily on the ground.
Wang Wanshan's eyes were closed, and his expression was calm. At first glance, he thought he was in a deep sleep, but blood was oozing out of the bedding on his chest, and he fainted a dazzling bright red.
Madam Wang at the back let out a miserable cry, her throat was cut off, she limply tilted, and fainted to the ground.
…
Wang Wanshan is dead.
The people in the city are discussing in private, saying that Master Wang's death method is exactly the same as the curse of the witch in the rumors. He was pierced through the heart by a sharp weapon, but no one in the courtyard was aware of it.
Wang Zhixia was shocked: "No one saw the murderer?"
It's fine if I didn't catch it, I didn't even see it, this... I have personally experienced how tight the defense of the imperial forest army is, and I have to wait outside when I go to the latrine. If the blow is fatal, is it true that there is ghost witchcraft, which can take the head of a person thousands of miles away
And Wang Dong also lay at home for several days, shivering while holding a teacup, and always felt a gloomy chill in his neck. Madam comforted him and comforted him in a soft voice: "You don't care if it's a witch or a ghost, now that he has avenged his revenge, the matter should stop, and it's none of our business, so why worry?"
There are many things to say, that is to say, it is not good to have a surname, and it is easy to be implicated by others. If the surname is Zhang, Zhao and Ouyang, wouldn't this matter