Also this night.

Before the assassins prepared their death plan.

Inside the palace.

Zhang Feng also took the Dali Temple ministers to the corridor of the Imperial Study Room.

Today's matter is to determine the national destiny of the third prince and the dragon vein of the Jin Dynasty.

I have already informed the Holy One about this matter a few days ago, and today I am telling you again and I will take action.

At the same time, wait in front of the screen outside the imperial study room.

The Minister of Dali Temple is waiting outside.

Zhang Feng walked around the screen and walked into the study.

Now, Mr. Sun is waiting in front of his bed.

The Holy Emperor sat on the bed, put down the memorial in one hand, and asked Zhang Feng, who was walking towards him,

"Junior brother, what's going on with the Xiang case? Is it going to start today?"

"Brother, everything goes well." Zhang Feng sat opposite the Holy Master, "Without further delay, we are going to collect the third prince's national destiny today."

"Yes." The Holy Master nodded.

Eunuch Sun also hurriedly stepped forward and poured the prince a cup of tea.

Zhang Feng picked it up and took a sip of the sketch, leaving a fragrant aroma in his teeth, as if the breath he exhaled turned into a spiritual wind.

"This tea is called 'Yuexiao'." The Holy Master smiled and looked at Zhang Feng who was tasting tea. "If junior brother likes this tea, please ask Eunuch Sun to send some to junior brother's house."

"I don't like it." Zhang Feng shook his head, "The fragrance is too strong and the spiritual energy is too low. I still like the 'Ye Yan' that my senior brother gave me last time."

"Ye Yan?" The Holy Master looked at Zhang Feng and said nothing.

Zhang Feng also looked at the Holy One, thought for a while, and slowly said: "Brother, is this thing too precious?"

"Why are they so precious?" The Holy Emperor directly interrupted Zhang Feng's words, but then he thought for a long time before waving his hand to Eunuch Sun and saying: "Go...go get all the Ye Yan from the Treasure Pavilion and let the Pavilion Master deliver it to the Prince's Mansion.

superior!"

"Yes!" Eunuch Sun accepted the order and did not dare to say anything, so he held his hands and walked away.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that His Majesty's flesh aches.

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Zhang Feng saw that the Holy One was in such pain, but he didn't expect that the Holy One would actually give it to him?

Because Ye Yan's tea is not only considered precious by the Holy One, but it is also ranked ninth level and green in the rule judgment.

Moreover, tea trees are rare and are only grown on the top of a ten thousand-foot high peak in the extremely cold land of the north.

After picking and roasting using secret methods, there is only one pound per year.

Normally, His Majesty would not be willing to drink it. He would take out one tael every year and use it as a national gift to return to other countries.

Only a few days ago I made an exception and let my junior brother have a taste. Who knew he would be interested in it?

But there is nothing that can be done.

After Zhang Feng drank it that day, he felt as if he had eaten a perfect spiritual stone after brewing a cup of this tea.

If I remember correctly, the last time I went to the Treasure Pavilion with the Holy Master, I remembered that there were still five kilograms there, which could be used for three months of cultivation.

If Eunuch Sun takes them all, at least his strength will increase faster.

Zhang Feng was thinking, and now his mind was all on the tea.

At the same time, the Holy Master saw his junior brother lost in thought, as if he was still thinking about 'asking for something', but for a moment, he suddenly changed from an energetic look, and naturally yawned, to a look of reviewing the memorial and working hard.

Guoshi said in an excessive tone: "Brother, I'm a little tired today. What else can I do, junior brother?"

‘Will the Tribulation Master be tired?’ Zhang Feng glanced at him.

The Holy Emperor did not look at each other, but tiredly picked up a memorial and lay half on the couch.

It looked like he could just throw the memorial away at any time and fall asleep.

Zhang Feng saw the way His Majesty saw off the guests, thought about it, and after he figured it out, he stood up and said Fang Zhengzheng without waiting for his senior brother to directly say to drive people away: "Senior brother is busy with state affairs, so I won't bother you."

After saying this, Zhang Feng turned around and left.

But before walking a few steps, the Holy Master looked at the memorial and said: "Junior Brother, it is best for you to know about the national destiny of the Jin State. If Junior Brother tells the rest of the court, it is inevitable that the ministers will

misunderstanding."

"Junior brother knows." Zhang Feng waved his hand and continued walking.

"Brother, I have ordered the ministers of Dali Temple and Taoist He to be on guard." The Holy Master put down the memorial and said, "Let them retreat five miles from the temple today."

"Thank you, senior brother..."

The words came from behind the screen.

Zhang Feng had already walked out of the Imperial Study Room, and headed towards the direction of Dali Temple with the Minister of Dali Temple who consciously closed his mind outside the room and did not eavesdrop.

Come to the top six floors.

There are spacious cells here, but inside the cells, there is a 'transparent' spiritual energy barrier sealed inside.

That's where prisoners are held.

As long as it is locked in, the six senses will be blocked by magic power.

But people outside can still see the prisoners.

Similarly, the young master is in the innermost aura cell.

Zhang Feng walked over under the guidance of the Dali Temple Minister and saw the young master inside the barrier in the cell.

And although the young master only has the strength of Jin Dan, he also received very high-level detention treatment.

Now, two slender chains are passing through his shoulder blades and tied to the wall behind him, maintaining a silent sitting posture at all times.

Not only that, there were two tribulation monks watching outside the prison at all times, just to prevent him from committing suicide.

But at this moment, when the two monks saw the prince arriving, they also saw the minister of Dali Temple nodding to them.

They saluted and came to the side of the Dali Temple Minister.

"Your Majesty." The temple minister saluted again, "Then I will take my leave now."

"Thank you, Sir." Zhang Feng nodded.

The temple minister was flattered, bowed again, opened the innermost spiritual energy barrier, and went out with the two guarding monks.

Wait for them to leave.

Zhang Feng looked at the young master who was still in a coma, and with a movement of his hand, a strong wind stirred the chains on his body, making a 'squeaking' sound.

The young master's wound pulled and the pain that penetrated his bone marrow made him wake up in an instant, but his expression was a little dazed.

It seems like I have been tortured a lot these past few days.

Also, in such a closed six senses, one cannot feel the passage of time or any movement.

Suddenly seeing the light again can inevitably lead to excitement and loss of consciousness.

Zhang Feng went to find a chair nearby and placed it in front of the cell door, preparing to have a good chat with the third prince and interrogate him whether he had any accomplices.

Although Taoist Master Wu has said everything he needs to say, if he catches a few more people, it will be wasted power.

But at the same time, when the young master slowly came back to his senses and saw Zhang Feng standing next to the chair, he smiled sadly and looked at the gray wall above his head, showing a calmness that was not afraid of life and death.

It was also after he was imprisoned that he knew Daqi would not let him go, and his mentality slowly changed, from fear, hope, despair, and emptiness, to now the peace of wanting to die.

It is not difficult to see that the young master is the third prince of the fallen dynasty, and has plotted and tolerated it for so many years. He still has some of the demeanor of a prince of a country before his death.

Even if it's just a show, few people can do it.

When Zhang Feng saw the young master like this, he did not sit down on the chair immediately. Instead, he took a few steps forward, stood in front of the cell door and asked, "How is the third prince doing lately?"

"Excuse me, Your Majesty.." The young master's voice was dry, and his eyes were still looking at the top of the wall, "The Daqi 'Tian' cell... is the prison where the royal family of the outer dynasty is imprisoned...

The six senses are closed here, no one disturbs me, and it is very clean every day, which is much more comfortable than when I hide in the imperial capital all day long..."

When he said this, he tilted his head slightly and looked at Zhang Feng outside the cell, "It's just that the prince is so delicate. After being assassinated by Taoist Master Wu, did he ever sleep peacefully?"

You need to know that this is just the beginning. In the future, there will be more loyalty and loyalty to your head.

The prince has a delicate body, so be careful..."

"I'd like to trouble the third prince to worry about my king's safety." Zhang Feng heard the young master's sharp words, and his words were mostly sarcastic, but he didn't get angry at all.

On the contrary, Zhang Feng looked out the door, pointed to the fifth-floor cell under his feet, and said, "Does the third prince know who lives under your feet?"

The young master didn't answer and looked at the top of the wall again.

When Zhang Feng saw the young master's appearance, he nodded and said, "The Third Prince is so calm, so he probably doesn't care about the lives of your Taoist Priest Wu and the black-robed monk."

'He...' When the young master heard Zhang Feng talking about the black-robed monk, his mind started to fluctuate.
To be continued...