After Feng Yichen took a sip, Chao Xu asked doubtfully: "Sir, don't you need to go into the palace to see His Highness the Crown Prince today?"
"If you don't go, you won't go. Qingyue has defeated Xiao Lixi. My eldest cousin must be busy mobilizing troops and continuing to quarrel with Lan Jieyu. Whoever goes now will be in trouble. God knows who my eldest cousin will plot against.
On the head."
His fox-like elder cousin not only inherited his uncle's appearance, but also had the same personality and methods.
What makes people even more speechless is that no matter how evil my uncle was back then, he never resorted to "despicable" means. He only relied on his fair and square calculation of people's hearts to achieve peace in the world today.
But his eldest cousin is different from his uncle. As long as he can win, his eldest cousin has no bottom line and no principles. In this regard, his father told him, he is exactly the same as his aunt Feng Xizi!
He is not stupid. If he enters the palace now, he will definitely be thrown to the border by his eldest cousin just like Qingyue.
Seeing his master's laziness, Chaoxu thought for a while and whispered: "But, Master, I heard that Princess Qingyue has returned to the court..."
"ah--"
Holding the ice porcelain tea cup in his hand, Feng Yichen sat up from the soft couch with a "swish" sound, his eyes widened: "Qingyue is back?!"
Unexpectedly, Feng Yichen reacted after hearing the news. Zhao Xu nodded, "Yes, before I accompanied the prince out this morning, my wife said that at that time it seemed that Princess Qingyue was about to enter the imperial capital. This
You should have arrived at the palace soon."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Feng Yichen's expression changed, and he threw the porcelain cup into Zhao Xu's arms without caring about his demeanor. He grabbed the jade ruler beside him and jumped out of the window to escape.
"Tell my parents that I will go to Jiangnan for a while and wait a few months before--ah--"
Halfway through his words, he stopped abruptly. The pillar next to the window had been chopped off by the powerful sword energy, and the blue sword edge came straight towards Feng Yichen.
"Help!"
With a scream, Feng Yichen saw that there was no hope of escape. He turned around, barely avoiding the soft sword, and fell embarrassingly under the soft couch.
Huang Ju——
The entire corridor columns facing the windows on the second floor were all cracked, the cuts were smooth, and they were swept away by the sharp sword energy.
Immediately afterwards, a blue shadow rushed into Jinxiu Pavilion, and before the person landed, the sword pierced him first.
"Don't - help me -"
Feng Yichen was completely panicked. He rolled on the spot and waved the jade ruler in his hand. The round stone table in the middle of Jinxiu Pavilion immediately stood in front of him, innocently bearing the fatal sword blow for him.
The powerful sword energy cut the Luoshi Round Table into two pieces. If Feng Yichen hadn't run so fast, he would have suffered the same fate as the Round Table.
Feng Yichen scurried away with his head in his arms, using extremely high lightness skills to dodge the killing moves that were everywhere. This was thanks to the embarrassing incident where he was injured by Lan Jieyu's palm five years ago. If it hadn't been for that time, he wouldn't have made up his mind to practice hard.
Martial Arts - As a result, no matter how hard he practiced, it was useless. If his Qing Kung wasn't high enough, he wouldn't even be able to block the opponent's move.
The omnipresent domineering sword energy completely destroyed Jinxiu Pavilion.
The originally beautiful Jinxiu Pavilion had silk yarn flying everywhere, the pillars were half cracked, and half of the door was missing.
Backing away again and again, hiding again and again, until there was nowhere to retreat or hide, and when the life-threatening soft sword was about to strike him, Feng Yichen finally screamed: "Qingyue, stop it——"
The soft sword mixed with cruel murderous intent stopped instantly, less than half a finger's distance in front of his neck.
The sharp sword energy even cut off the hair under his ears, leaving a trace of blood on his skin.