Lord Ling turned around, his eyes were dark, and he murmured: "The most ruthless imperial family, the family affection of the imperial family is vulnerable to power."

Lord Ling walked to the desk without raising his head, saying, "Madam, go to bed earlier! Don't wait for me."

"Okay, you should rest early, and that bowl of chicken soup should be drunk while it is hot." Mrs. Ling turned around and walked towards the door, and carefully closed the door.

There is silence around, and the light and darkness of the candles in the room are uncertain.

Outdoor, the dark shadow swayed, but he didn't know it at all.

The man in black sneaked into the room quietly, and saw his eyes fierce and murderous aura, and he grabbed the three-foot white cloth at his waist with his right hand. Suddenly, the man in black rushed out from behind Lord Ling, and suddenly, the white cloth suddenly strangled Lord Ling's neck.

The attack happened unexpectedly, Lord Ling was frightened and his heart was surging. Who wanted to kill him?

"Who are you……"

A few words burst out from Lord Ling's mouth. He grabbed the white cloth on his neck with one hand and touched the inkstone on the table with the other hand and smashed the man in black behind him.

However, Lord Ling's sudden action was swept away from the corner of his eyes by the man in black, and then he hurriedly dodged away.

Bang-

The man in black reacted very promptly and avoided Lord Ling's attack. At the same time, he tied Lord Ling's neck tightly and dragged it backwards, and said sinisterly:

"Old guy, I'm very brave. I dare to plot against you. I'll let you see the King of Hell now." As he said that, the other end of the white cloth was thrown hard by the man in black and thrown towards the beam of the room.

The man in black grabbed the white cloth that was thrown off the beam with his left hand and pulled it hard. Lord Ling, who was entangled, hung off the beam with his legs. His legs flew into the air and struggled desperately, and his heart became more and more frightened. Then, an unprecedented sense of suffocation came to his face.

The man in black had a ferocious expression that clearly wanted to put him to death.

Seeing that, Lord Ling rolled his eyes and said it was a long time ago. At that time, in the dark, five sharp white lights were like lightning thunder, and with a "sharp" sound, it cut through the white cloth on the beam.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in the air and caught Lord Ling who was falling.

The white cloth was cut off, and the white cloth in the man in black suddenly loosened and rushed forward inertia.

The masked man who hugged Lord Ling was hiding in the dark, his face was gloomy, his eyes were covered with a layer of gloom, and his finger joints turned white because of his force, all of which were filled with his anger.

He shouted in a low voice: "Looking for death." He quickly made a hook with his right hand, his five fingers were windy, and he swung to the man in black opposite at the speed of lightning...

"ah--"

The man in black screamed and fell to the ground, then a mouthful of blood was spurted out. Instantly, five deep claw marks appeared on the chest of the man in black. Each wound was rolled up, and the flesh was blurred, as if it was penetrated by the sharp claws of a wild beast.

It is hard to imagine how sharp weapons would cut human flesh into such a way.

The man in black who was lying on the ground barely stood up and forced himself to look at it. The man in black glanced at the door, and calculated the opportunity. The man in black jumped and quickly broke out of the window.

The masked man holding Lord Ling wanted to chase him out, but as soon as he got together, he noticed that Lord Ling's face in his arms was extremely ugly, and immediately helped him up and sat down.

A big hand kept breathing on his chest. After a while, Lord Ling turned into danger and his expression improved.

Seeing Lord Ling's complexion turn, the masked man stood up and wanted to leave, but heard Lord Ling behind him speak anxiously: "This hero, you saved me, why don't you meet me in your true face, so that I can thank the hero for saving my life."

The masked man paused and did not turn around. He calmly and calmly, but asked calmly: "Are you sure you want me to show me to others in your true face?"

When he heard the masked man's voice, Lord Ling felt his head "buzzing". He stood up tremblingly, raised his hand slowly, and said hoarsely: "Your voice seems, it seems, you are..."

Lord Ling didn't dare to make noise, for fear that he would get old and misheard. He hesitated and slowly approached him, staring at his tall back intently, which made Ling Yun feel familiar. Could it be him?

Ling Yun felt a sense of dazedness. How could this be possible? He denied his thoughts over and over again in his heart.

When the masked man turned slowly, his sharp eyes were staring at Lord Ling, who was very excited in front of him. He took off his mask neatly, and a familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him, which made Lord Ling's eyes widen, and in an instant, tears flowed.

Immediately, Lord Ling stepped forward and knelt on the ground with a "thump", feeling a lot of emotion, and his voice trembled, "Crown Prince, you are the prince, you are not dead, you are not dead, the old minister finally sees His Highness again."

That's right, the masked man in black in front of him was the Prince Gong Yunao who rushed to hear the news.

The unexpected kneeling caught Gong Yunao off guard. He didn't expect Lord Ling to be so excited. His hand was immediately stretched to Lord Ling, and his heart was mixed, "Come on, Lord Ling, I am no longer a prince now, don't call me again."

Gong Yunao helped Lord Ling up and said slowly: "This time Lord Ling was in danger, it was probably because of me. I feel ashamed of your kneeling."

Lord Ling waved his hand and said anxiously: "I know the people in the court who don't like me. They think that the old minister is the prince's man and want to get rid of it quickly, but they are too impatient and things are already a foregone conclusion. Are they still afraid of me, a small fourth-rank official?"

Gong Yunao saw through everything and said, "Yes, the prince is dead, what else can they worry about, or they worry that your integrity is a stumbling block on their way."

Lord Ling's eyes were slightly red, and he asked what he thought, "Prince, I heard that you have fallen off the cliff, why did you..."

So Gong Yunao told all the experiences along the way, just as Lord Ling said in the memorial that he was no different.

In a blink of an eye, it is about to dawn.

Lord Ling sighed and said, "So that's the case. The prince is surrounded by dangers and will surely achieve something in the future."

"What are the plans for the prince in the future?"

Gong Yunao pondered for a moment, with a deep and clear eyes full of firm belief, "Reverse the case, I want to investigate the witchcraft incident, find out the mastermind behind the scenes, and wash away the grievances for me and my mother's clan."

Lord Ling looked at Gong Yunao deeply, with a serious expression, silent for a while, and said, "Crown Prince, you have walked the most difficult road." He knew very well that the prince's life was hanging on a thread, and bloody coming would be a bloody road everywhere.

"I'm not afraid. No matter how difficult it is, I have to do it. I can't bear the infamy for a lifetime and live a peaceful life, even if the emperor no longer recognizes me." When the two looked at each other, Gong Yunao's eyes were unquestionably firm, deeply touching Lord Ling. Lord Ling said again: "Hey, Prince, Prince is tough, how do you want the old minister to help you?"

"Mr. Ling, I will not let you violate the emperor's order. You just need to help me find out the truth in the dark, find out the culprit who framed me behind the scenes, collect evidence and submit it to the emperor to overturn the case for me."

Seeing that he was persistent in this, Lord Ling was moved and responded firmly: "Okay, the old minister will investigate in secret and help the prince with his help."

Shanping Town

Fengchen wandered in Shanping Town for more than a month, but he couldn't find Shu Yao. During this period, there was no electricity, no Internet, no mobile phone, no games, and no money. The journey was simply dark.

If he can't find the boss again, he will drink the northwest wind.

Who said that tmd traveled through the ancient times and played around with the ancient times? The reality is too cruel, the language is not understandable, and there is no money. These ancient people did not act on TV. They said so stupidly and easily deceived in the novel. They are all very smart.

Fengchen was so tired that his throat was smoking, hungry and sunny. He sat on the steps of a business side door to rest. At this time, a graceful woman came.

She combed her middle-parted cigarette whisker head, tied it into a bun at the back, decorated with pink hairpins, combed it into a small braid on the side, and tied the pink hairband into a bow-shaped shape. The breeze comes, and she is as elegant as a fairy, and she is very beautiful.

Fengchen was stunned and stared at the beauty's approaching, step by step, closer, closer, just when Fengchen thought the woman in front of him was one step closer, she stopped. The woman stretched out her white tenderness and put a few broken silver in his hand.

"Little brother, take the broken silver to buy a few buns. It's so complicated here, so keep the silver." The girl smiled and turned around and walked towards the jewelry shop next to her.

Before disappearing, Feng Chen clearly heard the sympathy and compassion that the little maid next to the girl showed to him, "Miss, that little beggar is so pitiful, is he a refugee?"

"It's good to have compassion, but it has to be moderate. Like the little beggar just now, who is good at doing things, you can find a job, at least to solve the problem of food and clothing." The girl's voice was gentle and beautiful, but it was gradually drifting away.

The girl disappeared from Fengchen's sight. After a while, Fengchen calmed down, looked at the three or five broken silver in his hand, stood up "live" and said angrily: "Damn, treat me like a beggar, how come I am like a beggar?"

At this time, the waiter of the merchant walked out and saw Feng Chen shouting, and said in disgust: "Everywhere is, it looks like a beggar, why are you pretending to be light? Bah!"

Feng Chen could not bear such insults. He pointed at the waiter and said angrily: "What did you say?"

The waiter smiled slightly and raised the towel on his elbow: "Hmph! Why not show off your own words by drowning?" He fell to life and then began to drive people away: "Let's go, don't stand at the door, as it will hinder our business."

Feng Chen was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he blamed himself for not having many diplomas. These ancient people often stole classical Chinese, which made him unable to eat coptis chinensis in a mute way.

When the passerby saw Feng Chen's face was confused, he stepped forward and explained: "What he meant is to let you urinate and take care of yourself."

Damn it!
Chapter completed!