Princess, she has fortune-telling again

Chapter 497 Run away?

Jiang Fugui went out of the study and moved the boy in black who was unconscious in the corridor into the house. He couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his head, and thought to himself:

Master Wuyue's cultivation is probably far higher than those hidden guards in the house.

Listening to the real person's tone, it seems that there are many hidden guards lurking outside the courtyard, and he knocked them out one by one...

"Listen coldly, listen coldly." Jiang Fugui yelled a few times, but the boy couldn't help but sighed when he didn't respond.

Immortal Wuyue left a message before leaving, saying that there is no need to worry about those hidden guards who fainted in every corner, they will automatically wake up after three hours.

It seems that before the time limit, Leng Ting will not wake up.

"Bang bang bang." In the silent night, there was a sudden knock on the door, which startled Jiang Fugui.

He hastily dragged Leng Ting to the corner of the desk to hide, subconsciously straightened the folds of his cuffs, and hurried to the door.

Carefully opening a crack in the door, Jiang Fugui frowned when he saw clearly that Wang Lai, the steward of the outer court, was standing outside the door, "What's the matter?"

"Master, His Royal Highness the Prince Regent brought a group of black-armored guards to the door. Now people are already sitting in our upper hall, and the black-armored guards have surrounded our entire Jiang Manor."

"What!!" Jiang Fugui was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he managed to calm down and shouted, "What happened?"

"This old slave doesn't know either!" The steward of the outer court who was also frightened and his legs weakened, cried with a mournful face, "Master, your highness probably brought someone to raid the house, right?"

"Put it...!" Jiang Fugui swallowed the foul words he wanted to utter in time, and hurried out of the study and closed the door behind his back, "Let's go and have a look."

After a while, Jiang Fugui hurried to the front hall.

As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw a slender figure, with his back to himself, standing under a pair of pine and cypress Yannian paintings.

"I don't know that the prince is here, and the officials are far away to welcome me."

Shen Yi turned around slowly.

When Jiang Fugui met the ice-cold eyes full of awe-inspiring power of this giant Buddha, his heart tightened slightly.

It feels like... the good ones don't come!

"This king is not looking for you." Shen Yi said indifferently: "This king is looking for Jiang Si, you call her out! This king has something to ask her clearly."

The Wuying group he sent to kidnap the little girl hurried back to report that the little girl had disappeared and was not in the boudoir.

And the hidden guards who were originally guarding outside Jiang's mansion were also stunned one by one.

Therefore, Shen Yi guessed that it must be a good thing done by that stinky girl!
Jiang Fugui looked at Shen Yi in bewilderment, thinking about how to explain it.

Shen Yi's cold voice came from beside his ears, "Master Jiang, do you still need to think about it for so long? I believe you are very clear about the consequences of deceiving this king."

Jiang Fugui's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly cupped his hands and leaned over to reply: "Report to the lord, my little girl, my little girl was taken away by his respected teacher not long ago."

Shen Yi's eyes cooled down inch by inch, and the icy eyes were piercingly cold, staring at Jiang Fugui who was sweating profusely in front of him.

"Where did you go?"

Jiang Fugui wiped his cold sweat with his sleeves, and replied in a low voice: "The real Wuyue only said that he would take the little girl out for a while, but he didn't say where or how long he would go."

This is of course, since it is a trip, that is to say, it is very likely to travel all over the mountains and rivers of the Sky Continent, and the return date is naturally not certain.

Shen Yi was furious in his heart, and with a flick of his sleeves, he threw all the teacups on the case to the ground, "What kind of father are you?"

(End of this chapter)