The female supporting role turns over: the prince regent's favorite

Chapter 427

Murong Jing's expression remained unchanged, "I don't know how Senior Feng will stand up for his apprentice?"

"Of course it's a tooth for it."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyang's eyes flickered, his figure flickered, he took out a dagger from nowhere in his hand, and went straight to Murong Jing's chest, Murong Jing reacted very quickly, raised his hand to block Feng Qingyang's move, the dagger didn't touch Failed to stab him as he wished.

Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly, "That's right, you are young, and your martial arts are really amazing!"

Murong Jing said: "Senior Feng is absurd, compared with you, this junior is still far behind."

Feng Qingyang said immodestly: "That's true."

At the same time as the words fell, Feng Qingyang pressed forward with his hand holding the dagger, Murong Jing's face was slightly pale, after all, he was defeated by Feng Qingyang, the dagger pierced his chest with a cold light, and the white clothes on his chest were stained red with blood a large piece.

After succeeding, Feng Qingyang let go of his hand, tapped his toes, and retreated to the position just now.

Murong Jing clutched his chest, his face was pale, and he pursed his lips, "Thank you, senior, for your mercy."

"No need, old man, I do things openly and aboveboard, and I have always disdained tricks and sneak attacks. It's not the same as that despicable Tuobayun. You can tell him for me, and I won't settle the score with him just like that."

Murong Jing said: "This junior will definitely tell Master on behalf of Senior Feng."

Feng Qingyang withdrew his gaze, and said to Han Ye: "Let's go, let's go back."

"Pavilion Master, just let him go like this, he is harming the young Pavilion Master..."

"Teach him a lesson today, and the rest of Chang Geng will get it back on his own, let's go."

Han Ye couldn't say anything more, and said, "Yes."

The two jumped for life, and their figures disappeared into the night.

As soon as Feng Qingyang left, Murong Jing staggered and knelt on the ground with one knee. His handsome face was extremely pale. Long Er who rushed over hurriedly said, "His Royal Highness, are you alright? hurt……"

Murong Jing took out his mask and put it on, and said coldly: "...it's nothing, Fugu will go back and let someone take care of this place, as well as the food and grass..."

"His Royal Highness, the fire on the side of the grain and grass is too big, and it has been almost burned. It is estimated that there is not much grain and grass left."

Murong Jing's eyes darkened slightly, he clenched his fists tightly, and said for a long while: "First help Gu to deal with the injury."

"Yes."

Long Er helped Murong Jing go back to treat the wound, he opened his clothes, revealing his fair chest, the wound on it had already been bandaged, although the injury was not serious, but Feng Qingyang was indeed merciful, otherwise he might have died just now Yang's hand.

Murong Jing said: "Have someone see how much food and grass is left, how many days it can last, and send someone to report to the leader of the Bada tribe, so that he can arrange to send new food and grass."

"Yes, this subordinate will do it."

"Prepare paper, ink, brush and inkstone, and write a letter to the national teacher alone."

"Yes."

After writing the letter, drying the ink, and putting the letter paper into the envelope, Long Er took it and immediately withdrew to arrange for someone to send it back to the Western Chu Kingdom.

Murong Jing was the only one left in the room, his eyes were cold, his thin lips moved slightly, he sneered, and said in a low voice: "Gu Changgeng...you are lucky this time!"

……

The tent of Xuanjia Camp.

Lin Qingqian heard footsteps outside the door, looked back, and saw that Feng Qingyang led Han Ye in, she was overjoyed, and said, "Grandpa Feng, you are back, and now you are going to Chicheng to burn the Bada people." Food and grass, but it's going well, you are not injured, right?"

"It's nothing to do... just go to set fire and leave, and don't fight them, how could he be injured, Chang Geng? What happened to him?"

"I just fed the medicine to Brother Chang Geng, and he hasn't woken up yet."

Feng Qingyang: "Well, it's okay, I should wake up in a few days."

Lin Qingqian poured Feng Qingyang a cup of hot tea, he picked it up and took a sip before she continued to ask: "Grandpa Feng said to go to Chicheng to find the person who poisoned Brother Chang Geng, did you find it?"

Feng Qingyang said: "I didn't find it, but I found his apprentice. The poison was given by that bastard Tuobayun, but the one who poisoned him should be his apprentice."

Lin Qingqian frowned slightly: "Did his apprentice poison? Is his apprentice a member of the Bada tribe?"

"I don't know, but this kid is really good-looking, even better-looking than Chang Geng, and his martial arts are not bad. Tuoba Yun is really lucky to accept such an apprentice."

Good looking?
For some reason, Rong Jing's figure subconsciously appeared in Lin Qingqian's mind, and she suddenly asked, "Is he a man in red?"

"No... why do you ask Qingqian? But who did you think of?"

Lin Qingqian shook her head, and said, "It's nothing...that one cooked some dishes for Grandpa Feng, and they are still hot in the pot. I'll go and bring them to Grandpa Feng."

When Feng Qingyang heard the words, he laughed and said: "Of course it's good, the cooks in Xuanjia Camp are not very skilled, but the food cooked by the girl is delicious!"

Lin Qingqian smiled, got up and went out to serve the dishes.

After walking out of the tent, she sighed softly, forgetting about Rongjing just now.

Although Rong Jing looks stunning, but he is only a frail man who is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, how could he be Tuoba Yun's apprentice who Feng Qingyang said is good at martial arts.

Later, Duan Fei also came. He was yelled at by the Bada people all day long, and he was so angry that he finally let out a sigh of relief.

"You son of a bitch, let's see how arrogant they are. Even if the Bada tribe arranges to send food and grass to Chicheng immediately, I'm afraid it will take four or five days. Zhang Yang will lead the troops to fight tomorrow and beat them hard!"

Lin Qingqian's eyes flickered, and said: "Since this is the case, it is better to send troops to attack after three days. The Bada soldiers who have been hungry for three days may not have much fighting power."

Duan Fei said: "That's right! What the third lady said is true! After three days, you will be able to attack Chicheng without any difficulty!"

Zhang Yang heard the words: "General Duan, will your subordinate lead the army to battle tomorrow?"

Duan Fei was about to say angrily, didn't you hear what I just said!Lin Qingqian was the first to say: "Why not go? We should pay back how they yelled in front of us earlier, for example, ask them how it feels to be hungry!"

Duan Fei and Zhang Yang looked at each other and smiled, thinking to themselves, this third young lady has such a temper that they really like them!

Zhang Yang slapped the table, and said with a hearty smile: "Okay! Later tomorrow, my subordinates will ask the brothers to bring dry food and eat outside the Chicheng gate together! I'm going to piss them off!"

Lin Qingqian smiled slightly.

She still remembers those Bada people burning paper money for Gu Changgeng!
……

Early the next morning.

The soldiers of the Xuanjia Battalion brought over the medicine that Gu Changgeng drank. Lin Qingqian took it, tested the temperature, and took a spoon to feed Gu Changgeng the medicine. Gu Changgeng's injury has recovered, and he no longer needs to use the bamboo tube to feed it as before. swallow.

Just as the spoon was placed near Gu Changgeng's lips, Feng Qingyang came in, his nose moved slightly, his brows were furrowed, and he immediately said, "Girl! Don't give Chang Geng any medicine yet!"

Lin Qingqian was startled suddenly, and with a shake of her hand, all the medicine juice on the spoon was sprinkled on Gu Changgeng. Before she could react, Feng Qingyang had already taken the medicine bowl in her hand and sniffed it under her nose. smell.

Seeing Feng Qingyang's solemn expression, Lin Qingqian's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Grandpa Feng, is there something wrong with Brother Chang Geng's medicine?"

(End of this chapter)