The two delicate maids looked at each other.

Fakong's words suddenly rang in Chu Jing's ears: "Run!"

The sound is like thunder.

Chu Jing seemed to be relaxed, but in fact his heartstrings were tense all the time. As soon as he heard Fakong's words, he grabbed Chu Hui and rushed out without hesitation.

"Bang!" In the muffled sound, the two women turned into a cloud of blood mist, which quickly surged and spread, covering the entire study vestibule.

Chu Jing pulled Chu Hui and rushed out of the wall.

He felt a slight pain in his back, then a burning sensation, and then a bone-chilling chill, as if countless ice needles were piercing his body.

This strange feeling suddenly awakened his memory, and he screamed: "Father, send me to the Vajra Temple quickly!"

He almost screamed in agony, making Chu Hui tremble in fright.

Chu Hui believed in Chu Jing's character even though his nose was not his nose and his face was not his face all day long.

When Chu Jing pounced on him, he was not on guard, but let him catch him and fly up. At the same time, he used the momentum to increase his speed, making him faster.

Even so, he still couldn't completely avoid the blood mist and was overtaken.

Chu Jing stood in front of Chu Hui, and the blood mist failed to touch Chu Hui.

"Kunshan Holy Cult!" Chu Hui's face was as gloomy as ice. He gritted his teeth and glared at the study yard.

It was in a mess and looked miserable.

The damage caused by the blood mist was astonishing. Not only were the chairs and tea cups turned into powder, but also the pines and cypresses and flower branches were turned into powder. The ground was also pitted like a honeycomb.

He turned to look at Chu Jing who was screaming loudly. He was moved in his heart, but he snorted: "Stop howling, you won't die!"

"Father, Father, hurry, hurry, take me to Master Fakong!" Chu Jing shouted hurriedly: "There is no way this damn blood mist can stop it!"

"Go right away." Chu Hui said solemnly.

This time, I didn't care about being afraid of Fakong, so I had to go directly.

Chu Jing suddenly trembled, his face showed an intoxicated look, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his body relaxed.

This relaxation made Chu Hui feel heavy.

He was slightly panicked and quickly looked down. He noticed something strange about Chu Jing and said hurriedly: "San'er!"

"Father, there's no need to go..." Chu Jing's voice was light and airy.

Chu Hui became even more panicked and said hurriedly: "Hold on, we'll be there soon!"

His heart kept sinking and his eyes were slightly sore.

This naughty and incompetent son was incompetent, but he was the most filial son. He died at such a young age and died trying to protect himself. It is really unacceptable!

Chu Jing had a smile on his lips: "I'm fine."

"Hmm -?" Chu Hui stopped and looked at him with a frown: "What's going on?"

"I've recovered." Chu Jing opened his eyes, a smile spread from the corner of his mouth, and he chuckled: "It's okay now!"

"What nonsense!" Chu Hui was so angry at his confusion that he said in a deep voice, "What a mess!"

Although Chu Jing was very filial and had done good deeds, he still couldn't help but feel annoyed when he saw him moving here and there, left and right.

"Yes, it's a mess." Chu Jing was tired of being scolded by him. He had become accustomed to going in one ear and out the other. He said with a smile: "But I saved you, father."

"Huh, shouldn't it be?" Chu Hui pushed him away: "Hurry up and change your clothes and see what it looks like!"

"Yes -" Chu Jing left with a smile.

He felt light and airy all over.

After solving these two little girls, the trouble in the palace was finally eliminated. I felt that the sky suddenly became much clearer, the sun was bright, the air was fresh, and everything in the world was beautiful.

When he reached his yard, he suddenly stopped, turned around, looked around, and lowered his voice: "Master? Master?!"

Fa Kong's voice rang in his ears: "I'm in the temple, Prince, this time it's too dangerous."

"Hey, Master, you're here, no problem."

"I can't follow the prince all the time. I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first..." Fakong's voice gradually faded away, and the lingering sound slowly disappeared.

He stood in his small courtyard outside the Vajra Temple and shook his head.

Chu Jing is really reckless and self-righteous, but his character is indeed good. In times of crisis, instead of running for his own life, he subconsciously saves Chu Hui.

A normal person's first choice is to escape for his own life. This is an instinctive reaction.

Chu Jing's first reaction was to save Chu Hui, which shows his true nature.

"Master?"

"I'm meddling in another nosy matter. I don't know if it's good or bad." Fakong shook his head.

If there was no King of England, the waves in the Daqian court would calm down, and the conflict between the two kings would end.

King Yi will dominate the family and there will be no competition.

Of course, this is also temporary.

The dominance of Prince Yi's family cannot last forever, and the emperor will definitely support another prince to compete with him.

If it is not a conflict between two kings, then it is a conflict between father and son. This is definitely something the emperor does not want to see.

Xu Qingluo asked curiously: "What's the matter, Master?"

Fakong told the story.

Although he has gradually integrated into today's world, he still has some unique marks that cannot be erased.

Such as the training of Xu Qingluo.

In today's world, once a teacher is a lifelong father, the master is extremely authoritative and often adheres to the concept of "adults speak while children play and don't interrupt."

Fakong, on the other hand, did not have such big rules when it came to treating Xu Qingluo. He treated her as an adult, discussed with each other, and occasionally taught her.

Make the teaching subtle, rather than verbal.

Xu Qingluo tilted her head and said: "No matter what, it is always a good thing to save someone's life. The King of England must accept this sentiment, and the Emperor must also accept this sentiment."

Fakong shook his head: "If you save people's lives, don't expect favors, otherwise you will be disappointed and heartbroken."

"Well, that's true." Xu Qingluo nodded: "Especially for these high-ranking people, their relationships are as thin as paper."

Fakong nodded, looked in the direction of Prince Ying's Mansion, and sighed: "The Prince's Mansion is like this, and I'm afraid the Prince Yi's Mansion is the same."

"Master also wants to save Prince Yi?"

"Let's look at the fate." Fakong shook his head: "Everyone has his own destiny."

This time it was because Chu Jing came over, so he took advantage of the situation to figure it out. If Chu Jing hadn't come over, he wouldn't have known about it at all.

This world will never collapse no matter who dies.

It was too difficult for him to take the initiative to save people.

"Abbott, the Fourth Prince Yi Wang is here."

"...Please." Fakong looked at Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Master, it seems that Prince Yi is also very lucky."

Fakong nodded slowly.

——

Fakong appeared in an alley in Tianjing City.

The setting sun can only shine up to the top of the alley wall, but not further down, leaving the alley in a state of light and darkness.

Fakong suddenly appeared, and a wild cat in the corner of the alley suddenly raised its tail, its fur bristled, and then jumped up the wall and jumped away in twos and twos.

Fakong took a look around, his mind's eyes had been opened, he looked around and determined his position.

Five miles west of Prince Chun's Mansion.

Prince Chun's Mansion was within his observation range, and there was no sign of Prince Chun in the study or hall of Prince Chun's Mansion.

Only the maids and servants were busy, a few guards and maids were directing the cleaning, and arranging tables, chairs, flowers and plants.

Fakong quickly understood.

This is King Chun preparing for a banquet.

Fakong shook his head and smiled. He was not in a hurry to find out who King Chun was entertaining. It had little to do with him.

At least now there is no interest in King Chun. They all go their own ways, and there is no need to get together and make grudges.

He walked leisurely and walked out of the alley, and immediately he saw the extremely noisy street in front of him.

In a daze, he found himself on Suzaku Avenue in Shenjing.

The architectural styles on both sides are similar, and although the shops and the like are different, the types are also similar.

He kept walking and entered the crowd.
To be continued...