My enemies became my companions

Chapter 49 He dares to investigate Yuxiu Village? !

Not long after, in the lobby of Yuxiu Manor.

Feng Ying and his son Feng Luo had their hands and feet tied and were forced to kneel on the ground by the Jinyiwei. In front of them was the corpse of a black wolfhound.

"Alas, you guys don't do anything about the barking of dogs, but you have to send Qian Hu to come and deal with it."

Among the Jinyiwei, Zeng Yichang, who was familiar with Chen Yi, sighed.

He was quick-witted and guessed that Qianhu had no good feelings towards the Feng father and son, so he ridiculed them to help Qianhu speak and deepen their friendship.

Chen Yi glanced at the Feng father and son. Their faces were distorted, but their expressions were different. Feng Ying's face was full of anger, while Feng Luo looked as if he had lost his parents and his face was bleak.

Seeing Min Ning walking into the lobby to report, Chen Yi asked directly:

"Has the manager confessed?"

"I confessed. I confessed everything. There's no need to use force."

Min Ning replied.

Hearing this, Feng Ying was furious and cursed:
"Those traitors!"

"Don't scream!"

As he spoke, Captain Zeng stepped forward and kicked Feng Ying in the face. Then he glanced at Chen Yi's expression and continued:

"Who the hell are you, you babbler?"

"I am nothing, but does King Jing count as anything?"

Feng Ying's face was full of anger, and then he looked at Chen Yi.

"Captain Chen really enforces the law impartially. He even dares to investigate Yuxiu Manor. Will he investigate the Ding'an Party next? Will he investigate Prince Jing's Mansion next? Investigate Prince Jing! Do you dare?!"

Chen Yi just smiled and didn't bother to reply.

Now that we've broken off relations, what are we afraid of? We dare not investigate.

Not to mention Prince Jing's Palace, if I get ruthless, I will even investigate the Taihua Goddess Yin Weiying, and investigate her thoroughly.

Chen Yi gave Captain Zeng a look, and the latter swiftly pulled out a ball of cloth to block Feng Ying's next roar.

Then, Chen Yi's eyes fell on Feng Ying's son Feng Luo.

Compared to his unwilling father, Feng Luo was now terrified and frightened.

The reason is simple, his situation is different from Feng Ying's.

Feng Ying is the owner of the manor. If a large amount of Wu Shi San is found, he will definitely lose his head. But the same cannot be said for his son, not only because he is the outer disciple of the nameless old lady, but also because the Jing Palace will take the relationship with the manor into consideration, and the officials of Ding'an in the court will successively report to the emperor and try to save his life. The final result for him will be either exile or becoming a monk in a Taoist temple.

Feng Luo felt numb from being stared at by Chen Yi, and he started to shiver. He said quickly:

"I am the disciple of the Master of the Magpie Pavilion! The Pavilion has recorded my name. I don't know how my father and I have offended you that you would come to kill me... If I die, the nameless old lady in the palace will not ignore it! And if my father dies, I, as his son, will not..."

Chen Yi interrupted with a smile:
"For the sake of Aunt Wuming, I won't kill you."

After he finished speaking, Feng Luo stopped talking and then breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a way out ahead. His father Feng Ying was delighted when he heard this. Seeing Chen Yi's anger had subsided a little, he was about to stand up.
Just when they both breathed a sigh of relief,
"But your father is going to die today."

The tip of the knife stabbed out and pierced Feng Ying's throat. The latter's face froze, and then he fell to the ground, his lips open. He wanted to breathe out of his survival instinct, but the air was blocked by blood in his throat and dissipated through the hole. He couldn't breathe for a long time, his head froze, and he died.

Feng Luo's face was filled with fear. He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but for some reason the words got stuck in his throat.

After a while, he calmed down a little, his hands and feet trembling, staring at Chen Yi intently, as if he wanted to remember his face firmly so that he could seek revenge in the future...

As Chen Yi's face came into view, the blade suddenly came again, piercing directly into his ankle, and lifted it up, severing the tendons.

Feng Luo screamed in pain.

Chen Yi continued to cut with his knife expressionlessly, severing all the tendons in his hands and feet.

Even the Jinyiwei couldn't help but look at this scene in shock.

Feng Luo's eyes flushed red, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't see anyone clearly. He could only hear a cold voice.

"I cut your tendons in your hands and feet to prevent you from seeking revenge in the future. Go to the Taoist temple and cultivate your immortality. Don't worry about worldly affairs anymore. Take him away."

Chen Yi sheathed his sword, and several Jinyiwei stepped forward and took the severely injured Feng Luo away. There was a moment of silence in the hall. After a while, Chief Zeng coughed a few times and said:

"During the fierce battle, Feng Ying preferred death to surrender. Although the commander wanted to spare his life, he was powerless, so Feng Ying died on the spot. As for his son Feng Luo... he was still a traitor and planned a surprise attack. In a desperate situation, we had no choice but to cut his tendons."

After saying that, he looked around at the guards present. They looked at each other and nodded repeatedly.

Chen Yi clasped his fists and said:
"When I get back, I will write a memorial to ask for your reward."

When talking about rewarding merits, the hall suddenly became lively. After a few laughs, the bloody atmosphere just now disappeared.

Chen Yi waved to Chief Zeng.

Captain Zeng came trotting over.

"After you go back, lock Feng Luo in a dark cell, blind him with medicine, and make him a contraceptive soup every night with some vegetables. If you have the chance, cut off his longevity bridge. If you can do it, do it. If you can't, forget it."

Chen Yi lowered his voice and gave the order.

He wanted to reduce the possibility of Feng Luo seeking revenge to almost zero.

no way,
He doesn't want male enemies, only female enemies.

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"He checked Yuxiu Manor?"

Listening to the servant's report, King Jing frowned, holding a teacup, and paced in the hall.

Half a minute later, King Jing turned around and asked with wide eyes:
"He dares to investigate Yuxiu Manor?!"

The servant nodded quickly and said:

"Your Majesty, he investigated Yuxiu Manor. We got wind of it and reported it to you right away."

King Jing's face was filled with gloom.

"Where are those Jinyiwei? Why didn't they stop him? If they didn't stop him, why didn't they inform us?"

The servant hurriedly explained:

"Most of the people who went there were from the West Factory. There were some people from the East Factory, but not many."

"Aren't there people from the East Factory there? They are a bunch of traitors. They ate our food and used our money. Where are they now?!"

As he spoke, King Jing tightly grasped the teacup, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

King Jing is the younger brother of the previous emperor, and he is known for his elegance. How could he be so angry? The servants were so frightened by this scene that they dared not speak, and lowered their heads in cold sweat.

"Tell me, tell me quickly, where did those people go?!"

King Jing pointed and cursed.

"…Prince, don't you remember…that you sent them to kill the captain of the Western Factory?"

The servant reminded cautiously:

"Ten out of the fifteen Jinyiwei died... With the lessons learned from the past, others dare not act rashly..."

As soon as he heard the words, King Jing's grip loosened and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered. He was so angry that he staggered and fell on the sandalwood chair.

The servant stood up quickly, took a few steps and said:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Hearing this annoying sound, King Jing suddenly jumped up and kicked the servant to the ground.

"Kick me, kick me. I am a rootless person. Please don't hurt the precious body of the prince."

After being kicked hard, the servant diligently picked up the broken teacup on the ground.

King Jing's face was uncertain, but then it softened a little, and he snorted coldly:

"You are a good servant. I will call Huang Liuqing to come and set up a killing game. If it succeeds, I will reward you with a few taels of silver."

(End of this chapter)