Fast-crossing system: the host will be fine

Chapter 41 Report to the general, the emperor has been poisoned again (7)

Ye Qingjue took a step back, and said in a cold voice, "On the way here, an assassin was ambushing me, so I came late, and I hope the emperor will forgive me."

That being said, the knees did not intend to kneel down at all, they were still standing straight.

Feng Qingyuan seemed not to know, and said with a smile, "It's too late for you to come to me, so how can I blame you?"

"Come on, take your seat!"

Ye Qingjue nodded slightly, then walked towards the position next to Yinsheng.

Feng Qingyuan walked to the high platform and sat down, a row of dancing girls filed in, but the atmosphere in the hall was not as lively as before.

Yin Sheng propped her chin with one hand, looked at those graceful dancers with gentle eyes, wondering what she was thinking.

"When did the general come?"

A cold voice sounded from the side, and if you listen carefully, it seems that there is still a hint of softness.

Yin Sheng smiled slightly, "Didn't the prime minister already know about it, why bother to ask again?"

Ye Qingjue poured himself a cup of tea and asked softly, "What do you think of the new emperor?"

"The general thinks it's very good."

As long as it is the mission goal.

But Ye Qingjue was slightly taken aback when he heard this, a surge of anger rose in his heart, and he didn't even notice that the tea overflowed.

"You really think he's nice?"

"The prime minister just needs to remember that he is protected by the general, and no one can kill him without the general's permission."

Yin Sheng left the table after saying this.

After Yinsheng left, Ye Qingjue picked up the tea and drank it down in one gulp, then put it heavily on the table, the moment he let go, the teacup turned into powder.

He glanced at the people above, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and then he also left the banquet.

Feng Qingyuan looked at the pile of teacups that turned into powder, thoughtfully.

In the middle of the night, a black shadow flew out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, as fast as an afterimage, and arrived at a deserted palace after several ups and downs.

After the black shadow fell to the ground, several men in black appeared around them. They all knelt on one knee and said respectfully.

"My subordinates refer to His Royal Highness Seventh."

The black shadow tore off the black cloth covering his mask, and the hazy moonlight slanted down, illuminating the black shadow's appearance.

"Exemption." Feng Qingyuan's eyes darkened, "What happened to my royal father recently?"

"Back to the prince, after the emperor got rid of you, he moved his target to the great prince, but the great prince seems to have known that the emperor is going to kill him, so he is going to use this opportunity to escape by feigning death."

Hearing this, a trace of sarcasm appeared in Feng Qingyuan's long and narrow eyes, "My father really can't wait, he will pave the way for that person so soon."

"Keep watching. After the elder brother escapes, he must gather troops and horses to fight with the emperor face to face. This king will give him a helping hand!"

"Yes, my lord."

Feng Qingyuan looked up at the sky, and said softly, "Back off!"

"Yes."

After the man in black left, Feng Qingyuan glanced at the roof of the palace, with an evil arc drawn at the corner of her mouth, "I'm here, don't you feel bad for leaving like this?"

A young girl sat on the roof at some point, and she said to herself, "I just said how could Emperor Xiyu be a cowardly and incompetent person. It seems that what is said in the novel is not completely false."

While she was meditating, a strange aura approached in vain. The girl avoided it nimbly, tapped her toes, and in a blink of an eye she arrived at a tree not far from the palace. leave me alone."

Feng Qingyuan stood on the roof, turned around and looked at the imprint on the masked girl's wrist, narrowed her eyes, "You are from Nanyue!"

(End of this chapter)