Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 130
"The subordinate wants to go back to the room to rest."

The door master stared at him for a moment, then looked away, and continued to fiddle with those medicines, "Go."

Su Wan bowed his head and retreated respectfully. When he returned to the room, he still had lingering fears, and his shirt was already soaked in cold sweat.

He looked outside, the underground palace was lit with candles at twelve hours a day, and he couldn't tell night from day, but he knew that it was late at night, and there were only a few hours left before dawn.

Go out and report to Shen Wenqing?He didn't dare, every step he took in the underground palace, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark.

In addition to the sect master's people, the people of the four major sect masters are also staring at him. Fu Yu is finished, and the position of the left envoy is vacant, and the sect master is likely to choose someone from the four major sect masters to rise up.

At the gate of death, there is only death and fighting for power and profit, without any feelings.

Those four people wished that he would fall too, and they would stare at him and catch him without the sect master's warning.

How to do?
Until dawn, Su Wan still hadn't figured out a solution, watching the engraved copper needle move little by little, and the time agreed with the Queen was getting closer, but he was helpless.

On the other side, the door master has already prepared the medicine powder he wanted, and asked his subordinates to sprinkle a thin layer of medicine powder on the tunnels and main roads entering the underground palace. Mixed in the soil, it is colorless and tasteless, and cannot be seen at all. , and as long as someone passes by, the wind brought by the person's walking will blow up the medicinal powder, fall on the person's skin, penetrate into the skin in an instant, and travel all over the body with the blood.

After doing all this, he sat on the golden chair in the main hall, waiting to invite you into the urn.

In the palace, Feng Jin, who had no knowledge of the sect master's plan, set off with Shen Wenqing and Wuming after breakfast.

Numerous secret guards were hiding in the dark, following Feng Jin all the time.

The entrance to the underground palace of the Gate of Death is located in a remote and uninhabited mountainous area outside the imperial capital. Surrounded by mountains, there is only a narrow road to pass through. In a seemingly ordinary village, no one would have imagined that the well-known Underground Palace of Death Gate is just under this peaceful and simple village.

Walking to the entrance of the underground palace, Wuming walked in front, Feng Jin was in the middle, Shen Wenqing was behind, and several hidden guards followed to protect Feng Jin, and the rest of them hid in the dark and stood still.

No one knows that the dusty tunnel under their feet is full of things that shouldn't be there. When they step on it, the wind will blow up the powder in the dust and poison everyone.

The few people had just walked in, and Feng Jin was about to set foot on the road when Wuming suddenly stopped her.

"what happened?"

Wuming didn't say a word, with a dignified expression, he listened intently to the movements in the depths of the underground palace. After listening for a while, he picked up Feng Jin, stepped on the rock beside him with his toes, and flew out with her upside down.

Seeing this, the others also withdrew.

"what happened?"

As soon as he got out of the underground palace, Feng Jin immediately asked, Wuming frowned, "Something is wrong."

"what happened?"

"No guards!"

Shen Wenqing and Feng Jin looked at each other, neither quite understanding the meaning of Wu Ming's words.

"There are no guards in the entire tunnel. I can't hear anyone's breathing, nor can I feel the existence of someone's inner strength. This tunnel is empty and there is no one."

Wuming looked solemn, "This is very abnormal. I have been to the underground palace twice. The first time was to visit the master of the door of death on behalf of Ah Jin to discuss cooperation. At that time, someone came to lure me in. The second time was to follow Su Wan went in just last night. And the two times he came, there were guards in the tunnel, not just one person. But today, there is not a single guard in the entire tunnel."

Looking at the dark hole, Feng Jin's expression changed again and again.

nobody?Are they already gone?

But in just one night, the entire gate of death was emptied?What about fragrance?Did he die, or was he taken away?

Feng Jin expressed the speculation in her heart, and Shen Wenqing shook her head, "It's impossible, they don't need to run away at all, they just need to give Fu Yu to His Majesty, and the two sides will live in peace, even if they refuse to hand over, or Fu Yu is dead, If you can't hand over someone, His Majesty can't send troops in to attack for a while, so why run away? It's not necessary at all!"

Wuming thought for a while, and called a hidden guard, "Go in and check, no matter what is inside, you must come back within the time of a cup of tea!"

"Yes, chief."

Seeing the shadow guard's figure disappear at the entrance of the cave, Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly.

Time passed bit by bit, and soon, it was time for a cup of tea. The dark cave entrance was always quiet, and no one appeared.

Something happened to the hidden guard sent in!
It seems that the people at the gate of death did not escape, but hid in the depths of the underground palace.

"I'll go there myself!"

Just as Wuming was about to go in, just as his foot was about to step on the road, Feng Jin suddenly grabbed him, and Wuming looked at her in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Feng Jin did not speak, but with deep and sharp eyes, she stood at the entrance of the cave, staring intently at the dark and deep tunnel. After watching for a long while, she suddenly asked an inexplicable question, "If I am the master of the gate of death, what should I do?" Knowing that the empress is coming to ask for someone, what will I do?"

Shen Wenqing thought for a while, "Increase the bargaining chip in the negotiation, and exchange fragrance for more benefits."

Nameless said, "Strengthen your defenses, lest the Queen take the opportunity to level the underground palace."

Feng Jin shook his head lightly, "No, he is not an ordinary person, he is a lunatic, we cannot use common sense to speculate on him."

Shen Wenqing frowned and thought hard for a while, "Your Majesty, Wenqing can't figure it out."

"I can't figure it out either. Since I can't use common sense to speculate on his thoughts and plans, then I don't act according to common sense. No name, we won't go in. This small village looks good and has everything you need. There should be a teahouse. Let's go drink Tea."

Shen Wenqing and Wuming looked at each other, saw that the queen really turned and left, and stopped a villager to ask him where the teahouse was, only to find out that her majesty really wanted to drink tea at this critical juncture.

So, the group went to drink tea in such a calm manner.

The news spread to the depths of the underground palace. When the door master heard it, he raised his eyebrows lightly, "Have you gone to drink tea?"

"Yes, door master, they only stayed at the entrance of the cave for a while, and then left to drink tea."

"Didn't come in a step?"

The door master's face was very ugly, and he asked sharply, his subordinates were taken aback by his sudden sharp tone, and quickly replied, "Yes, I didn't come in even one step."

The door owner's face sank, and they refused to come in, so wouldn't his whole night's hard work be in vain?
In order to make those medicinal powders, he stayed up all night, and there were blue shadows under his eyes, which affected his beauty. In order to give Her Majesty the best first impression, he specially took women's powder to cover those blue shadows .

Did they find the powder in the dust?
impossible!No one can discover the medicine he made.

Seeing the cold and gloomy face of the sect master, his subordinates lowered their heads in fear, held their breath, and did not dare to breathe out, for fear that the sect master, who was in an extremely bad mood, would vent his anger on himself.

"Go and check again to see where they are, what they are doing, and whether they are really drinking tea."

The subordinate thought for a while and asked, "If they are really drinking tea, do you want to put medicine in the tea?"

The door master's pupils shrank suddenly, and after a while, the corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a strange smile.

To the west of the village, a dilapidated flag fluttered in the wind, with the words "teahouse" written on it, concise and neat, without any redundant words.

The teahouse was quiet, without a single guest, and the boss was dozing boredly on the table.

Seeing Feng Jin and his group approaching, the boss's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly greeted him, "Would you like some tea?"

"Drink tea."

The boss wiped a table with a rag, and asked Feng Jin and the others to sit down, "You guys don't look like people from this village, are they from outside?"

"Yes."

Feng Jin sat down on a bench, and said with a slight smile, "Come to discuss business with Death Gate."

The boss served a pot of tea, and then brought melon seeds and peanuts. Hearing Feng Jin's words, he asked with a smile, "Has the deal been concluded?"

"Not yet, but with your help, the boss, this business will definitely be negotiated."

The boss's pupils shrank, but there was no change on his face, he still maintained a flattering smile, and said, "Guest officer, you are joking, the little one is just a small teahouse owner, guarding this teahouse to do some small business How can I help you negotiate business with a few small dollars?"

"is it?"

Feng Jin smiled without saying a word, glanced at Wuming, Wuming said expressionlessly, "The lower body is strong, the fingers have calluses, the steps are steady, and the internal breathing is smooth. He is a master. He is slightly worse than Su Wan. It is a dead end." The four great sect masters? Or the twelve hall masters?"

The boss's face changed, and he threw the steaming teapot towards Feng Jin, and poured hot tea on Feng Jin's head.

(End of this chapter)