I am Feng Jun

Chapter 585. The name of cutting gold and chiseling bones is true

Facts have proved that Bi Jiuhong's worry is not wrong.

Mu Lianya just watched Shen Ci shake off his large sleeves, and then slowly took out one after another small bottles and jars from it.

Glass, ceramic, warm jade.
black red blue blue white white purple
There are a few bottles of the same color with labels to distinguish them, but only a few.

Just from the ink stains on those few labels, it can be seen that this is not a good thing.

Mu Lianya thought this was the end.

but--
The boy took out several folded square paper bags from his waist and handed them to Mu Yuanxi.

Mu Lianya couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

"You entered the palace with all the equipment!"

Shen Ci looked up at her, then waved his hand and said modestly.

"Hey, nothing is nothing, who made the palace unsafe!"

Why don't you wear more self-defense?
Besides, there were quite a few of these things on him when he was not in the palace.

Mu Lianya gritted her teeth secretly when she heard the words.

"Why is it not safe!"

"Tsk."

"The first time I fell into the water, and the second time I encountered a thorn, who knows what danger is waiting for you this time?"

Shen Ci took out a needle pouch tied to his ankle from between his boots and stuffed it into Mu Yuanxi's arms. Even Shen Yinchu's eyelids twitched when he saw it.

"Besides, I just went to Fengwu Palace, there might be a dangerous person inside, who is waiting to kill my master so that I can be the only one, so don't be more careful?"

Shen Ci glanced at Mu Lianya whose expression froze for a moment, and the latter frowned and said something.

"What are you thinking about, nothing!"

Shen Ci shrugged, a dark light flashed across his eyes, as if he cared and didn't care.

"Well, it's best, but it's okay to be careful, isn't it?"

Thinking that Lu Fengyuan is her father anyway, he can be regarded as helping to remind her now, as for more, he can't control it.

Mu Yuanxi looked down at the hands that he could no longer hold, facing the revolver that Shen Ci handed over at the end, a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes, and then signaled Qing Le to bring a tray over.

Put things on top one by one.

Um.
One did not let go.

Qing Le went to get another one.

Bi Yongqing looked at the two full trays with a very gloomy expression.

All dangerous things!
Fortunately, her son was smart and brought it up early, otherwise he would definitely be plotted against him!

Simply despicable, shameless and insidious!

After Shen Ci put everything away, he played with the only remaining dagger in his hand, and a wicked smile crossed his lips.

He took out all the things, presumably Bi Jiuhong, who had no compulsion in his mind, would underestimate the enemy even more now.

However, he didn't mean to remind him.

Shen Ci saw that the warm pavilion in the side hall of the Imperial Study Room was very good, so he applied for this place. Mu Lianya hesitated, as if she felt that it was too small.

But when he thought about being small, it would be beneficial to Shen Ci, so he agreed.

Bi Jiuhong walked out from behind the screen, and after saluting, was about to enter the warm pavilion, but was stopped by Mu Yuanxi.

Bi Jiuhong looked up, and there seemed to be a ripple in his frozen eyes, but it was not obvious.

Shen Ci glanced at her, his half-closed phoenix pupils were full of amusement.

Mu Yuanxi, with his red lips pursed slightly, spoke after Bi Jiuhuang turned around.

"Since he said that he should only defend but not attack, the Holy Son should hand over all the sharp weapons on his body."

Bi Jiuhong looked slightly stagnant, and slowly clenched his hands on his lower abdomen and tucked into his sleeves.

Shen Ci laughed, and pointed the thin and sharp blade at the door frame, leaning on it, and said provocatively.

"It seems to make sense. I handed over everything, you can't make an exception!"

Bi Jiuhong took a deep breath, maintained a dignified etiquette, and replied humbly.

"Return to Your Highness, Jiuhong has no sharp weapon on him, if His Highness doesn't believe it, you can send someone to search him."

Bi Yongqing also helped her son speak.

"Xiao Jiu is not like some people who carry so many dangerous things in the palace!"

Mu Yuanxi's expression was the kind of indifference that everyone was familiar with.

"Hairpins are also sharp weapons."

"Picked off."

The cold command tone made Bi Jiuhong humiliated, biting his lower lip lightly, trembling faintly.

Mu Yuanxi looked at it coldly, but he didn't relax a bit.

Although the boy who believed in her would not lose, she would try her best to put an end to everything that could hurt him.

Shen Ci didn't even consider the hairpin as a sharp weapon, looking at the expressionless Mu Yuanxi, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Your Highness, there is no need to do this!"

Bi Yongqing looked at his son's grievance, frowned and said.

Mu Yuanxi glanced at her, his eyes were cold and clear, without any warmth, and his words were merciless.

"If you don't want to do it yourself, you can send someone to help you."

Saying that, Qing Le, the only maid in the hall, walked over with another empty tray and brought it to Bi Jiuhong.

"Holy Son please."

Qingle's attitude is also very obvious.

If Bi Jiuhong didn't do it herself, she would be the only one to help.

But that would be even more embarrassing to Bi Jiuhong.

So, he slowly loosened his clenched fist, raised the wrist with the jade bracelet slightly, and moved it to his hair.

Fingertips caressed the string of pearl tassels, making a lingling sound.

It sounds pretty good.

Shen Ci thought so in his heart.

Things are good things, but it's a pity that the owner is not very good.

Bi Jiuhong let out a wry smile as he took off his hairpins from his temples.

Staring at the black figure with both eyes, he said lightly.

"This Qingluan tasseled double hairpin crown was given to Jiuqian by Feng Jun in the year of Jiuqian and Jiji."

At that time, he was still the candidate for Feng Shaojun in Lu Fengyuan's eyes, the young son of the general's mansion that everyone in the imperial capital was proud of.

Now, although he is the Holy Son, his dreams of so many years have been shattered to the ground, and the person he admired the most did it himself.

The hairpins that Feng Jun personally gave him back then were removed one by one under her order today.

With the pulling out of the last tassel that fixed the bun, three thousand black hairs let out in an instant.

Bi Jiuhong's eyes were glinting a little, but a little cold. His last movements were a little slower, as if he was waiting for something.

Yet nothing.

At the moment when the last strand of hair fell lightly, all the hope in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a touch of desolation.

Out of thin air, a gust of wind came in from the window, blowing the satin-like hair, messy and elegant, making the dark red figure even thinner and more lonely.

Shen Ci happened to change his posture at this time, and his wrist moved accordingly, and a few strands of hair happened to scrape Qinghan's blade.

The name of cutting gold and chiseling bones is true, and the flexible hair is cut off the moment it first touches the blade.

Then it fell to the ground amidst the breeze blowing, without even making a sound.

"Oops!"

Shen Ci, who didn't want to do anything at all, subconsciously exclaimed.

Bi Jiuhong opened his eyes slightly, staring blankly at his broken hair.

His fingertips brushed over the broken hair that hung down his shoulders, and then he raised his eyes and glared at the boy by the door.

"Shen! Resign!"

The sound of gnashing of teeth swayed with the breeze.

As for the sadness and loneliness, it has long since disappeared.

(End of this chapter)