"Have you ever seen a person who jumped off a cliff and still tied a life-saving rope around his waist?" Feng Danyi gasped and smiled coldly: "I have burned that picture a long time ago."
"Who did you ask to be responsible for burying the gunpowder?" Wei Zi refused.
"Dead. Only dead people keep secrets, right?"
Wei Zi's temples were pounding, her mind was like a volcano erupting, and the hot lava was almost burning her reason to death.
"Tell me all the distribution locations you remember!" King Yan was angry and anxious.
"I don't remember...but there are none around Prince Yan's Mansion. In any case, the old lady has treated me sincerely over the years. I would like to keep her whole body." Feng Danyi's eyes were filled with coldness.
Thin.
"Feng Danyi, I will take Bai Kui's blood to save you. Stop this crazy plan!" Wei Zi clenched her hands into fists, digging her nails deeply into her flesh, using the pain to keep her mind clear.
"Haha, what happens after you save me with Bai Kui's blood? Even if you can let me go, Feng Danyuan will not let me live..."
"I told Dan Yuan not to do anything to you." Wei Zi interrupted him.
"This is a good deal, but, as I said just now, I burned the blueprint, and I don't remember where the gunpowder is distributed. I can't do this deal even if I want to..."
Feng Danyi had a look of mocking regret on his face.
Wei Zi couldn't hold back his raging anger anymore and slapped Feng Danyi hard several times: "You want to die by yourself, no one will bury you with you!"
With these slaps, Wei Zi used all his strength. The corners of Feng Danyi's mouth were bleeding, his face was red and swollen, and his eyes were sinister. He was no different from a ghost: "Wei Zi, even if I die, I will drag you to hell!"
King Yan was stunned on the spot.
Wei Zi didn't want to see Feng Danyi's disgusting face again, so she strode out of the house.
The biting north wind blew with snow foam, Wei Zi was immersed in the cold wind, and the molten metal in her mind gradually dissipated.
"Father, our troops are divided into two groups. You can go into the palace and inform the emperor of this matter."
King Yan, who followed closely, nodded: "That's what I mean too. All the gunpowder in the palace must be destroyed before tomorrow."
Wei Zi was silent.
Apart from the palace, what about the people of this city?
"What about the second route? What are you going to do?" King Yan asked.
"I'm going to make peace with Dan Yuan. The imperial capital is under the control of the imperial army, but he is in charge of the Yun army. I think he should be able to mobilize the army as quickly as possible to find the gunpowder burial place in the city."
"He is in the prison, how do you get in?"
King Yan was afraid that Wei Zi would force his way in, so he was about to dissuade him, but he heard Wei Zi calmly say: "I can't get in, but he can get out."
King Yan looked at Wei Zi, with countless questions in his mind, but in the end he only said one sentence: "I will enter the palace now. You should be careful about everything, and let Dan Yuan be careful as well."
"Okay." Wei Zi nodded.
*
Two hours later, Tianlao.
Feng Danyuan received a note from Wei Zituo Mouse: The emperor has something to do, urgently, go back to Prince Yan's Mansion.
His expression changed. Feng Danyuan stood up and walked to the cell door. He stretched out his hand to hold the iron chain and exerted a little force.
The iron chain turned into fine sand and rustled down in his hands.
The jailer at the door was yawning when he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing by.
The remaining half of the yawn suddenly stopped, he opened his mouth for a moment, and asked the colleague opposite: "It's windy, what's going on?"
A colleague who was taking a nap heard this and muttered: "There is no wind, don't scare yourself."
The jailer asked again: "Don't you think we have a lot of rats lately?"
The colleague lazily said: "In the past two years, no funds have been allocated to renovate the sky prison. I guess there is a hole somewhere, and the mice have come in. Hey, don't talk too much. It's almost dawn, so you can take a nap.
It’s a while.”
The jailer still felt something was wrong: "My right eye keeps twitching tonight... No, I'll go in and have a look."
"Okay, okay, go and see. Look at the hammer. Hold on after you're full..." The colleague changed into a comfortable position.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard a frightened voice:
