Meng Fuyao lowered his head, looked at the long sword shining with cold light on his neck, and then at the pale face of the young man opposite him, and after a while, he smiled.
"Comrade, violence is not going to solve the problem, especially when you are not capable of violence at all."
She smiled, and gently pushed the tip of the sword away. The sword, which was originally as stable as a rock, was actually pushed away by her, and the moment the sword light swayed, the boy suddenly fell down without a sound.
Meng Fuyao stretched out his hand without any surprise, and caught his falling body.
"Ah," she sighed, "You are obviously seriously injured, so what can you do?"
Looking at the young man in the dim light of the mirror, his eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed, his face was almost transparent, thin sweat oozes from his forehead, and rolls silently into his temples, making his black hair even blacker, making his expression even more beautiful. Snow.
Meng Fuyao shook his head, and unceremoniously tore open the skirt of his clothes, and sure enough, he saw a hastily bandaged wound on his chest. Meng Fuyao frowned and untied the cloth belt, and immediately a thick bloody smell rushed into his nose, reflected in the air. In front of my eyes is a hideous scar with rolled flesh, like a sharp weapon with a wide blade, slightly blue in color, obviously poisonous, and there is a scrape near the wound, with traces of smoke and fire, although it is not serious, it is Meng Fuyao's eyes narrowed when he saw it.
musket.
I remember Yuan Zhaoxu once said that there is only one musketeer team in Taiyuan, equipped with muskets, the most advanced weapon in Wuzhou Continent, which has always been in the hands of Crown Prince Qi Yuanjing, who is in charge of this musketeer team. This young man is obviously hostile to Qi Xunyi's Yan Pei family, he should be a member of the prince, why was he injured by the prince's musketeers
But now is not the time to ask questions, Meng Fuyao pursed his lips, took out a small bottle from his sleeve, looked at it with regret, poured out a purple pill carefully, and fed it into the young man's mouth.
After feeding, the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became. He slapped the boy's face and slammed the pill down his throat. The gesture was obviously more than necessary.
I can't help it, my heart hurts, the bottle is the "Nine Turns Resurrection Pill" given by the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist boasted that he could live and die, except for the treasure in the "Martial Arts Tomb" of Emperor Brahma, who was the number one in the world back then. It can't even compare, and now I give it to this guy who is not even a friend, and I really feel distressed.
After taking the pill, the young man's breathing became much easier not long after. Meng Fuyao took his pulse and knew that although the poison could not be completely wiped out, his life could be saved. He immediately stood up and looked for an exit to leave.
She tapped on the four walls. This "mirror gate" is actually a kind of formation, which uses the principle of reflection and refraction. After knocking for a while, the sound of the bottom of her hand suddenly changed, no longer dull, but crisp and bright. Meng Fuyao was overjoyed, and was about to push, when someone behind him said, "If you want to be shot into a hedgehog, just push."
Meng Fuyao turned around, looked at the boy half sitting up on the ground, raised his eyebrows, "Is this how you treat your savior?"
The young man rested his hands on his knees, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to test the aura in his body. When he heard Meng Fuyao speak, he raised his head. There was a faint light in his pupils. Those eyes were deep and beautiful, as if he could see the bright moon rising above the blue sea through the mist. Countless fishing fires are set off, misty and far away, unfathomable.
In the end, his face was only delicate and pleasing to the eye, but his eyes were amazing. Looking at those eyes, it was like sitting among the flowers at dusk, watching the river and river lamps drifting along the water in front of him. There was a kind of fateful tranquility in the coldness.
Meng Fuyao was a little distracted, thinking about such a pair of eyes, why did he practice that crazy and weird "ghost pupil"
Before he could think clearly, he heard the man answer calmly, "If possible, I hope my knife can be placed on your neck."
Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing, shook his head while laughing, and said for a while, "Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do?"
"The king of Qi brought a juggling troupe into the palace today to perform. Tonight, you will celebrate Emperor Taiyuan's birthday at the Qian'an Palace banquet. At that time, he will assassinate the prince at the banquet and force the old emperor to abdicate. At the same time, King Qi's minions, the Yan family The Yan family will also take advantage of the banquet to invite foreign envoys to mobilize the guards in the palace. The Pei family will command 50,000 Beijing troops to attack Miyagi. What we have to do is to notify the crown prince before Qi Xunyi is launched. .”
"Where did you know these top secrets?" Meng Fuyao looked at him curiously.
"Someone told me." The boy's mouth was tightly pursed immediately, as if he didn't intend to say any more.
Meng Fuyao raised her head and thought for a while, then said, "Okay." She smiled fearlessly, and was also a little smug, "Hey, I want to do anything that makes Pei Yuan unhappy, not to mention that in this palace today, I don't get along with you." If you think of a way together, it will be very difficult to escape from the hands of the Pei family."
The young man frowned slightly, thinking heavily, "Before I rushed to Xin Palace to report to our Patriarch, I wanted the Patriarch to inform the Crown Prince, and I didn't want to encounter the Prince's Musketeers outside the Yimen Gate. At that time, I didn't know that they had betrayed the Master, otherwise..."
"Otherwise you won't be injured and forced to hide here, and you still want to arrest me for help?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him, "Are you from the Yun family?"
"Yunhen, the adopted son of the Yun family." He answered simply.
Meng Fuyao rolled his eyes, thinking that the Yun family and the Pei family were fighting against each other, a large part of the reason was that Yuan Zhaoxu and himself had framed and blamed him for something good, so he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, so he quickly changed the topic.
"Qi Xunyi is very capable," Meng Fuyao flicked the forbidden map given to him by Yunhen in his hand, "Isn't he a prince who doesn't command soldiers? Where does he have the power to control the situation?"
"I don't know either," Yunhen's eyes were full of thought, "I only suspect that there is someone behind Qi Xunyi to help."
"who?"
Yun Hen thought for a while, and after a long while, he answered slowly and solemnly:
"Eldest grandson Wuji."