Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 110 Breaking into the Cliff Valley
After listening to Qingyan's words, Mo Zicheng squinted his eyes and looked at the small medicine bag in his hand, feeling a little dazed for a while.

I don't understand why Ye Ning has these medicinal powders.

Although he kept thinking like this in his mind, the movements of his hands did not stop, and he sprinkled a little of the powder in the medicine bag on the ground beside him with lightning speed.

Sure enough, as soon as the white powder was sprayed out from him, all the frightening and frightening snakes that had just opened their teeth and claws immediately swayed back to their original places.

For a moment, only the faint fragrance that filled the air remained.

He sighed softly, glanced around, as if explaining his doubts, "Ye Ning and the sixth prince were together seven years ago..."

It was only four years ago that she saw the sixth prince bring that Ye Ning to Fengyu Gate, and, as the right arm of Prince Mu, she also witnessed what happened two years ago.

"Seven years..."

There was slight surprise on Mo Zicheng's expressionless face, and the frost in his eyes was replaced by disbelief.

The Seven Year Itch...

The feeling he has always yearned for...

Qingyan has been following behind him, walking forward slowly, his eyes have been paying attention to the surrounding environment, but he replied respectfully: "Yes, seven years! The relationship between the sixth prince and the master of the night attack sect is very good... just , the queen disagrees."

Not only the empress disagreed, but even Jun Feng even more disagreed.

Because Ye Ning is the only son of Dayun Hou.

Just after Mr. Ye Ning met that stall two years ago, Ye Yunhou's clan was uprooted by the Prime Minister, leaving no one left.

The crime at that time was the crime of rebellion.

In fact, Mu Wang and the others knew in their hearts that if the sixth prince married Ye Yunhou, all the forces in Ye Yunhou's hands would turn against him, and the power of the sixth prince in the court would definitely be a threat. To the third prince.

What's more, the sixth prince was already rampant and cruel, but it happened that such a sixth prince was loved by the late emperor.

So naturally, most of the secret positions of the first emperor were given to the Sixth Prince.

"disagree?"

In the emptiness of talking with Qingyan, Mo Zicheng drove away all the poisonous minks that came out of nowhere, lowered his head to look at Yin Qing who was still sleeping, and clenched his hand even more tightly. she.

Qingyan dispersed the mist a little with his hands, and held the soft sword tightly in his hand, protecting Mo Zicheng, "Qingyan is here to ask Her Majesty the Queen for forgiveness."

He bowed to the air with his fists clasped.

"Because the royal family never allows love, not to mention that Ye Yunhou's power is higher than that of the prime minister, so he will naturally be jealous of those who care about him."

Ye Yunhou?
That wasn't Ye Yunhou who was raped and beheaded by the whole family two years ago. Later, with the help of his mother, the case was overturned and Ye Yunhou's family was repaid with justice.

But what's the use?Aren't all people dead...

As if he didn't notice what Mo Zicheng was thinking, Qingyan still waved his sword, and then said to himself: "If it wasn't for the prince, I'm afraid the king would not be able to escape this fate."

Hearing this, Mo Zicheng suddenly came back to his senses, suspicious in his heart, "What do you mean?"

Hearing this rhetorical question, realizing his talkativeness, he hastily banned the topic, turned around and smiled at him, and replied: "No, no."

Seeing her, he didn't want to say anything, and Mo Zicheng didn't ask too much, but the suspicion in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.

It seemed that she was hiding a lot from him.

Mo Zicheng's eyes kept looking at the chime, but he didn't pay attention to the white figure appearing in front of him.

For a moment, Qingyan pointed his index finger at the cold man who appeared silently, with a look of surprise on his face, "Wang, Wang Jun..."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to come here. It seems that my treasures didn't take good care of you."

The voice full of internal strength, mixed with coldness, spread throughout the bamboo forest, shaking Mo Zicheng and Qingyan's ears sorely.

The white figure was getting closer and closer, and gradually stopped a few seconds away from them.

Dan Feng's eyes fell on Yin Qing who was still in a coma in Mo Zicheng's arms, and what was hidden between the fingers in Yin and his wide sleeves was a golden flute with a faint golden light.

When Mo Zicheng raised his head to see the face of the visitor, he suddenly seemed to lose his soul, his eyes were full of astonishment, and he stood there blankly.

(End of this chapter)