Feng Jingyun continued walking without saying another word.
At this time, the door of the wing where she originally lived suddenly opened, and a dark ghost-like figure flashed at the door. The next moment, it teleported directly in front of Feng Jingyun.
The speed was so fast that it seemed like it was happening out of thin air.
Wearing a black brocade robe and a gray black iron mask on his left cheek, his right face was particularly handsome, but lifeless. With his arrival, the air pressure around him seemed to drop a few degrees.
Xiao Shunzi's body couldn't help but tremble, and a few leaves above his head were falling leisurely in the wind. He felt like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, withering away in the wind.
As long as that ghost... well, it's so disrespectful. As soon as Prince Shang appears, anyone can be frightened to death in broad daylight.
He is not only a monster, but also a demon. Anyone who touches his evil spirit will be in trouble.
"I have seen Shang...Prince Shang!" Shunzi bowed and stared at the ground, fearing that he would offend Li Gui and lose his head for no reason.
He still has nightmares when he thinks about the dozens of innocent souls in Huayang Palace who died at the hands of King Shang. Those terrifying corpses.
Jun Mo Shang's cold eyes fell directly on Feng Jingyun, with a hint of anger in his eyes, "I just had lunch with Jun Youqi in the pavilion. It was very comfortable?"
"Prince Shang is lying on the bed. He can only watch people eating from a distance from the window. He has a weak tendon that cannot be recovered. Isn't it very uncomfortable?" She also asked a question.
Jun Youqi, who had already finished half a bowl of leftover porridge, strode over. When he heard Feng Jingyun's words, a gleam of depth flashed in his dark and bright eyes.
Feng Jingyun caught his gaze and felt that Jun Youqi seemed to be regretful. If she guessed correctly, Jun Youqi must have known that the person lying in her previous room that morning was Jun Mo Shang. He probably didn't know.
Jun Mo Shang couldn't move at that time and thought he was sleeping.
She dared to bet that if a despicable person like Jun Youqi knew Jun Mo Shang's condition at that time, he would definitely take the opportunity to kill him.
Now, the effect of Ruanjin San on Jun Mo Shang has passed.
Jun Youqi missed the opportunity to take action, so he regretted it.
But the light flashed in his eyes, and it was just her guess, not very certain.
When Jun Youqi approached, he opened the expensive folding fan in his hand and said with a dashing demeanor, "Yun'er will feel comfortable dining with me, of course. Why do you need to ask more questions, Prince Shang?"
He was not stingy about giving a monster the title of King of Death. Regardless of whether he agreed with it or not, he had corrected his title after all. For a person who has achieved great things, holding on to some small details will only lead to trouble.
Overthrowing the Shang King and getting rid of the enemy is the best strategy.
Jun Mo Shang glanced at Jun Youqi with slightly squinted eyes. He was wearing a luxurious purple robe inlaid with gold threads, his jet-black hair tied neatly into a bun, and a jade crown on top. His face was very handsome, and there was a smile on his lips.
There is a hint of dandyism in it, and the demeanor is noble and calm, not just a thing in the pool.
Almost everyone, including the Crown Prince Jun Chenghao, could not help but show fear when they saw the Banyue Cult Leader. Jun Youqi had a smile as warm as the spring breeze. It seemed like a smile but not a smile. The smile was not as bright as the deep look in his eyes.
Luster is crueler than anyone else.
Such a person of noble birth, deeply favored by the emperor, and cruel himself...
Jun Mo Shang suddenly made an assessment in his heart that King Qi would be his biggest enemy. Whether it was political, political or emotional.
