Yang Shu smiled and said: "Mr. Mingsan, why are you in such a hurry? Let's sit down and have a cup of tea!"
Mingsan's face looked ugly.
His face was extremely pale and almost turned blue because he had taken the fake death drug.
In just one day, he suffered more setbacks than he had ever suffered in his life.
But he still refused to accept it.
"You're just lucky." He said coldly, "If we hadn't dug a tunnel, you would have turned into charcoal long ago."
Yang Shu laughed: "To tell you the truth, if I had made up my mind at that time, I could have run out of the valley despite the fire. With my Qinggong, it was inevitable to get burned, but it was not difficult to save my life. However, who asked me to be by my side?
Where’s the oil bottle? I can’t run away with her. You can’t watch a beautiful girl turn into a beggar?”
Mingwei said expressionlessly: "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome, who told me to be your subordinate?" Yang Shu smiled.
Mingwei raised the corner of his mouth, not even wanting to say the word "hehe".
"So, you see." Yang Shu spread his hands, "There were loopholes in your plan from the beginning. You thought I was too incompetent."
Ming San remained silent.
Having reached this point, he would lose no matter what he said.
However, his companion was very interested and asked Mingwei with a smile: "Aren't you the Xuanshi?"
Ming slightly raised his eyebrows.
"He said he summoned a vicious spirit. Is that true?"
Mingwei replied: "Yes."
The smile on his face faded: "Has it become a vicious soul for ten years?"
"right."
The man looked at Mingwei again, from top to bottom, very carefully.
Such a way of sizing up could be said to be very rude, but he looked at it very frankly.
After reading it, I became even more confused: "It's really strange. From the look of you, you have no martial arts foundation and no magic power. Do you want to tell me that you have cultivated to the point where you are perfect and have no leaks?"
Ming smiled and said: "You read that right, I really have no martial arts foundation and my magic power is very meager."
She had cultivated to that level in her previous life, but after her body was changed, everything had to start all over again.
"Then how did you summon the soul? You shouldn't! The evil that has been here for ten years cannot be suppressed by your magic power." This tone was pure confusion.
Mingwei continued to laugh: "Who said that summoning spirits can only rely on magic power?"
"Why not rely on magic power?"
"Why..." she smiled, "I won't tell you!"
The other party laughed loudly: "You little girl, you are so cute. It's a pity that the time is not right now, otherwise I would definitely drink three hundred cups with you and discuss mystical arts."
Mingwei waved his hand: "It's not okay to drink, but it's okay to discuss mysticism. But I don't think we have a chance."
After saying that, the two heard the sound of neat footsteps.
A group of guards rushed over and formed a formation like flowing water, surrounding them.
Yang Shu smiled and said: "You two, do you want to surrender on your own, or do you want us to take action?"
The man began to take off the armor, complaining as he did so: "This piece of shit is heavy, hot, and very inconvenient."
The knot was pulled, and the armor was thrown to the ground, revealing the thin night clothes underneath.
"It's still so comfortable." He stretched his muscles.
Yang Shu smiled and gave the guard captain a wink.
The captain of the guard understood and waved his hand, and the guard rushed towards the two men without saying a word.
While doing this, Yang Shu chatted: "Do you think this man's face is real or fake? With my eyesight, it's hard to recognize his face."
Mingwei glanced at him but said nothing.
Knowing that she is blind, what does it mean to bring up this topic?
Yang Shu was still in high spirits and shouted to the guards loudly: "Be careful, don't hurt his face. If it's a mask, just peel it off. If it's not, leave the mask on."
What to peel off? Of course, skinning people!
Such a cruel thing, luckily he said it so calmly.
This man held a dagger and was as flexible as a fish in the formation. Hearing this, he also shouted: "This face is very expensive!"
"Nonsense! I don't want it if it's not expensive.
…
On the other side, Prince Qidong almost jumped up when he saw Jiang Wenfeng entering the front hall.
"Master Jiang, what do you mean? Why can't I return home?"
Jiang Wenfeng bowed to him, then sat down and took the tea brought by the boy, took a leisurely sip, and then replied: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, there are some things to deal with now. When the matter is checked, it will indeed have nothing to do with Your Majesty."
, you can go back."
Prince Qidong's eyes flashed slightly: "Since it's not a question of guilt, why are the people around me not even allowed to stay? And my princess, where did you take them?"
Jiang Wenfeng smiled: "Don't worry, my lord, the princess and the county lord are at the back office, and Miss Awan next to Mr. Yang will take care of them. Everything will be fine."
"The prince's eldest son..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from somewhere: "What are you doing? Do you know who I am? How dare you be so rude? Stop! Stop!"
Prince Qidong looked pale.
He recognized it as the voice of his eldest son Jiang Zhan.
Although this son is dissolute and absurd, he is his only legitimate son.
"Jiang Wenfeng!" The tone of his voice changed, "What did you do to my son?!"
Jiang Wenfeng smiled: "My lord, I told you to worry. The prince is next door. I heard that he has been ill recently and was frightened tonight. I specially invited a doctor to check on him."
The more he said this, the more frightened Prince Qidong became.
He knew exactly what kind of disease Jiang Zhan had.
A while ago, he was acting recklessly in Xinyuan, and he was frightened to the point of losing his temper by wandering spirits. The doctor said that this was caused by excessive fright, and that as long as he relaxed his mind and took good care of himself, he would be fine.
That's why Jiang Zhan has been tightly restrained these days, and today is the Buddha's Bathing Day, so we took him out for some air.
Jiang Wenfeng asked someone to see a doctor? What's so good about him!
Prince Qidong thought of this and heard a voice from the other side.
"You can't treat me like this! I have a great reputation and I am the prince's teacher. You...ah!"
Prince Qidong was even more frightened.
This is Mr. Wu’s voice!
Both sides became quiet.
After a while, Lei Hong came in with several pieces of paper filled with words: "Sir, this is a confession."
Jiang Wenfeng nodded with a smile, took a look at the confession, frowned, and the smile disappeared.
"Is this true?"
Lei Hong replied: "Don't worry, sir, we gave him the secret medicine. These confessions are absolutely true."
Jiang Wenfeng sighed and nodded: "I understand, go ahead."
Prince Qidong was beating his heart.
What happened? Jiang Wenfeng looked at him with eyes that seemed to have some... sympathy?
He couldn't help but glance towards the confession.
The confession on the table was written clearly, and the content on it just caught his eye.
"This is impossible!" Prince Qidong jumped up, "How can he be a remnant of the previous dynasty!"