The young prince patted his forehead and told Feng Danyuan everything he had seen about the space on the north mountain of Yunguo Palace, as well as what Wei Zi, King Yan and Taoist Master Baopu had said.
Some of the things he didn't understand very well, but he had a good memory, so he repeated them exactly as they were.
"Mom also said that I am telling dad this to let you know that mom and grandfather will do their best to protect the imperial capital. Dad, you must be careful in Northern Xinjiang."
After the young prince finished speaking, he recalled it again to make sure nothing was missed, and then finally said: "That's all."
Feng Danyuan was silent for a long time. Seeing the little guy looking at him curiously, he stretched out his hand and touched the little guy's head: "Xiaoyu did a good job, daddy has written it down."
No matter how difficult this battle is, he must resolve it as soon as possible.
He could not let Wei Zi carry such a dangerous thing in the imperial capital while pregnant with a child. The experience of the Queen Mother giving birth to the sixth prince was still fresh in his mind. He would never allow such a danger to fall on Wei Zi.
When she gives birth to a child, he will definitely stay by her side.
*
After eating, Feng Danyuan prepared to go to the temple.
He asked the secret guards to send those strange men in black directly to the high priest Yao Guang. He had not taken care of them in the past few days, but now he had to interrogate them carefully.
Passing by Nan Ming's temporary residence, he thought about it, turned a corner, and planned to call Nan Ming to join him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as we entered the courtyard, we saw a scene that is not suitable for children.
Feng Weihuan jumped away like a frightened rabbit.
Nan Ming rolled his eyes at Feng Danyuan displeasedly: Don't you have a mouth? Don't you know how to shout?
Feng Danyuan said calmly: "I was worried that you would be bedridden, but now it seems that you can do anything. Okay, let's go to the temple with me."
"No." Nan Ming's good deeds were interrupted, so it was good that he didn't beat them up. How could he just do whatever he wanted? I really thought he had no temper!
Feng Danyuan snorted coldly: "Aren't you going? OK, Feng Weihuan, come with me."
Feng Weihuan couldn't help but ask: "What should I do?"
"Did I bring you here to enjoy the mountains and rivers, or to have a romantic relationship? Feng Weihuan, before you came to Northern Xinjiang, you swore that you would do whatever I asked you to do.
Now, follow me to the temple."
Feng Weihuan could only say "oh".
"You don't have to go for fun, I'll go." Nan Ming replied stiffly.
Facing Feng Danyuan's insidious methods, he could only lose his temper and bow his head.
Feng Danyuan glanced at him: "Why bother? Why don't you and I waste less words and save some energy?"
Nanming: "..."
Feng Danyuan took two steps, turned around, and said lightly: "Wipe the lipstick off your mouth." Don't embarrass me.
Nanming: "..."
Feng Weihuan: "..."
*
Nan Ming, who was in a bad mood because of that dissatisfaction, kept a straight face after arriving at the temple with Feng Danyuan.
Feng Danyuan simply ignored it and asked the high priest Yao Guang: "Those scepters of those men in black, the red ones are for extracting human souls, and the green ones are for injecting wolf souls into human bodies, right?"
Yao Guang nodded slightly: "That's true."
Feng Danyuan asked again: "Then where does the power of this scepter come from? Is it the witchcraft of those men in black?"
Yao Guang was silent for a moment and replied: "Witchcraft accounts for half of it, and the other half is the stone on the scepter."
