Yingxiang said in a low voice: "The princess is very smart. We can't do anything deliberately. Now we can only wait for her to come out. Let's find an opportunity and pretend to run into her accidentally. That way we can easily succeed. Miss, please don't run in front of her."
Begging for mercy or something like that can easily arouse her vigilance, but it will not be easy to succeed."
"Well, I'll listen to you this time."
The master and the servant discussed poisoning Feng Jing, but Feng Jing had no idea that she was sleeping soundly in Yuehua Courtyard.
She has been worrying about this since Pei Lin was bewitched. She is too tired. Now that Pei Lin is free from the bewitchment, she relaxes and sleeps very soundly.
It was just in the afternoon that Li Xiuzhu woke her up.
In fact, Li Xiuzhu felt very sorry for her master. She worked endlessly every day. If possible, she wanted her master to have a good sleep. However, there was an accident at Osmanthus Alley and she had to wake her master up.
"Master, wake up quickly, there are people coming from Osmanthus Alley."
Fengjing slept for most of the night and recovered well. It was time to wake up. When she heard Li Xiuzhu's cry, she opened her eyes and looked at her: "What happened?"
Li Xiuzhu reported: "Prince Lao Lu led his men to Osmanthus Alley and is waiting for you there. He threatened that if you dare not show up, he will destroy the yard over there."
Feng Jing suddenly had a headache. As expected, Old Prince Lu was looking for him because of his grandson, Little Prince Lu.
The young prince Lu treated her so well that the old prince Lu was afraid that his grandson would be tricked, so he came to find her.
"Okay, let me go there."
Feng Jing immediately disguised herself as Ning Jiu, changed into men's clothes, and prepared to go to Osmanthus Alley.
He didn't want Pei Lin to bring someone over. When he saw her disguised in men's clothing and looking like she was getting ready to go out, she couldn't help but asked with concern: "What happened over there in Osmanthus Alley?"
"Old Prince Lu came to see me, probably to warn me to stay away from Little Prince Lu. I'll go over there."
Pei Lin felt uncomfortable coming forward and told Feng Jing about Old King Lu's temper.
"King Lao Lu has a hot temper and is very upright. Don't confront him head-on. Just agree to whatever he says."
"Okay, I get it."
Fengjing, Li Xiuzhu and Qingluan quietly went to Osmanthus Alley. Pei Lin was worried about them and asked Dongli to arrange for two more people to follow them to protect them secretly.
He took people back to Longhua Courtyard to rest. He was seriously injured because of his beauty, but before he could recover, he was infected by Tongxin Gu again. Now he is very weak and spends most of his time in Longhua Courtyard to recuperate.
But as soon as Pei Lin entered Longhua Academy, Lin Hong quietly brought someone over to report: "Your Majesty, my subordinate has received a small note sent by Princess Changle."
After Lin Hong finished speaking, he handed the small note in his hand to Pei Lin.
Pei Lin saw the small note. Princess Changle ordered Jiang Yao to give Feng Jing a blood-sucking poison. If she doesn't do it, don't blame her for taking care of her.
Pei Lin didn't expect that Jiang Yao would give up the Tongxin Gu on herself, and would also give Feng Jing a blood-sucking Gu.
"This bitch has such a vicious heart!"
"Your Majesty, what should we do now?"
Pei Lin's exquisite three-dimensional facial features were full of anger, his dark pupils were stern, and he spoke gloomily.
"The small note has been confiscated. I will go to Furong Courtyard tonight to look for the blood-sucking Gu."
Doesn't she like to poison others? Let her have a taste of the poison.
After listening to Pei Lin's words, Lin Hong accepted the order and led the people away.
Fengjing didn't know about this, so she led people into the courtyard of Osmanthus Alley to prepare to deal with King Lao Lu.
King Lao Lu was the late emperor's younger brother, and the two brothers had always had a good relationship.
When the old King Lu was young, in order to help the late emperor, he led troops to guard the northwest and made great contributions to the Yan Dynasty. Unexpectedly, when he was old, his son and daughter-in-law died unexpectedly. The young prince Lu was his lifeblood and there was no room for any mistakes.
Previously, Prince Lu took Feng Jing to the village courtyard behind Xiangguo Temple, but Prince Lu's men reported it to King Lu. King Old Lu couldn't sit still and immediately led people to Osmanthus Alley.
"Where is the man? Let him come out to see me immediately. I won't leave until I see him. And I will wait for another stick of incense. If he doesn't show up after one stick of incense, I will demolish this place.
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Although King Lao Lu is old, his voice is loud and clear. When you hear it, you can tell that he is a hot-tempered person who makes a lot of noise in the army, and generally has a bad temper.
Feng Jing's mouth twitched as she strode in from the outside with Li Xiuzhu and Qing Luan, and walked all the way to King Lao Lu.
"Ning Jiu has met Prince Lu."
King Lao Lu raised his head and looked at her. After a while, his eyes narrowed, and his slightly cloudy pupils suddenly shone with cold light. He stretched out his big hand and wanted to pinch Feng Jing's neck.
Feng Jing had practiced the Medicine King's Heart Sutra. Although she had not practiced martial arts yet, she was very agile. As soon as King Lao Lu stretched out his hand, she stepped back.
King Lao Lu shouted angrily: "Who are you, who dare to bully my grandson?"
Feng Jing raised her head and looked at Old Lu Wang. Looking at his expression, she suddenly guessed that Old Lu Wang had recognized her daughter.
As expected, she was indeed a hero who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He recognized her true identity as soon as he saw her face to face.
Young Prince Lu had been with her for so long, but he didn't recognize her, not even someone like Pei Yusheng, but Old Prince Lu recognized her at a glance, and Jiang was still very old.
Feng Jing stopped circling around with Old King Lu. She cupped her fists and said in a deep voice, "Feng Jing has met my uncle."
King Lao Lu is considered to be Pei Lin's grandfather, so it is not wrong for Feng Jing to call him that.
King Lao Lu felt familiar when he heard the word "Feng Jing", and quickly remembered that this was not the wife of Jin King Pei Lin who got pregnant out of wedlock.
Old Prince Lu's eyes darkened, he stared at Feng Jing fiercely and said, "Why are you pestering my grandson? I, Prince Lu, don't want to get involved in your affairs."
Feng Jing said lightly: "Uncle, I have overthought it. We never wanted to bring Prince Lu's palace into it. It was Little Prince Lu who fell in love with me and treated me as a friend. Of course, if uncle has any objections, from now on, Little Prince Lu and I will
Just keep your distance.”
King Lao Lu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Feng Jing's words, but he quickly stared at Feng Jing and sneered: "Are you sure you didn't drag him in?"
Feng Jing thought about how she had tried to trick Young Prince Lu, if not for the fact that she had gone to try to trick Young Prince Lu.
Little Prince Lu would not take her to Pei Yusheng's farm late at night just to prove that Pei Yusheng was not a thing.
If it weren't for Little Prince Lu, they still wouldn't know where Pei Yusheng lives. For Pei Lin to be able to remove the poison so smoothly, Little Prince Lu should be the first contributor.
Feng Jing looked at Old King Lu and said, "I won't do it again."
King Lao Lu stared at her coldly and warned: "If it happens again, I will not let it go."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and planned to leave, but Feng Jing couldn't help but muttered behind him.
"Uncle, do you plan to live a miserable life like this? You can protect Little Prince Lu while you are alive, but I want to ask my uncle, can you protect Little Prince Lu for the rest of your life? If you are no longer here one day, who will protect Little Prince Lu?"
These words are tantamount to heartbreaking words.