The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 103
The two guards turned pale with fright, wiped their mouths hastily and greeted them. They were about to salute, but they were stopped by the other party. Then they leaned down and said a few words in their ears, and then walked out.

The two guards were stunned for a moment, but after the man stuffed a few banknotes into their hands, the remaining fear and uneasiness disappeared.

No one can tell what happened in prison.

Some people committed suicide due to excessive psychological pressure, and some committed suicide in fear of crime.

Thinking of it this way, I felt calm in my heart.

The two looked at each other and walked towards the prison together.

This is the place where the most important criminals are held, and it is full of vicious criminals and murderous madmen.

So they do something here, and no one will see it, and they are not afraid of being seen, because the end of all these people is only one word, death.

The prison door opened with a creak, and the man tied to the rack seemed to have anticipated his situation, opened his eyes slightly, and showed a trace of disdain when he saw the jailer.

"A running dog, bah."

A mouthful of bloody phlegm was spit on the face of one of the jailors. His face showed a ferocious expression. After slowly wiping the thick phlegm off his face, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"If you want to die, the uncle will help you."

The two jailers looked at each other, then they took out a rope and rushed towards Feng Qingyun who was tied to the torture rack.

One of them lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry, who told you to be unlucky, someone wants to use you as a scapegoat, we can't help it, you will be a ghost in the future, please don't trouble us. "

The two of them exerted their strength together and firmly grabbed the rope in their hands, Feng Qingyun's eyes closed in a slump, neither struggling nor resisting.

The air in his chest became thinner and thinner, Feng Qingyun gradually felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his consciousness began to slacken.

In the misty mist, a figure seemed to be walking over, smiling at him, Feng Qingyun struggled to utter two words: "Second Brother..."

But just as Feng Qingyun stretched out his hand, the figure in front of him disappeared.

There were two exclamations in the ears, and then the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the suffocation on the neck disappeared, and Feng Qingyun slowly opened his eyes.

Then he saw Feng Wuxie with a stern look on his face, walking in from the prison door.

The two jailers had already been subdued by her, and they were limp on both sides, still holding the hemp rope that strangled his neck.

Seeing Prince Jin who suddenly appeared, their eyes widened and their bodies trembled into a ball.

Although Feng Wuxie had already expected that Feng Qingyun would suffer some physical pain, he did not expect that he would be assassinated.

If they hadn't come in time, Feng Qingyun would have died in the hands of these two jailers.

Her eyes became more and more clear, her face was calm, but there was a serious smile on the corner of her mouth, but it made people feel palpitations.

Step by step, he walked towards the two fallen jailers, and when he was about to make a move, he was stopped by Gong Moran: "They can't die now."

These two people are obviously instigated by others, maybe they will find out the person behind the scenes.

How could Feng Wuxie not know, but when he saw Feng Qingyun being tortured by these two bastards, he couldn't control the anger in his heart anymore.

I can't wait to crush the two of them to ashes to relieve the hatred in my heart.

Immediately, he released Feng Qingyun from the torture rack, hurriedly fed him a pill, and checked carefully, only after finding out that it was only some skin trauma, he was relieved.

He also took out the purple condensate that he had prepared earlier, and treated Feng Qingyun's wounds.

"Third Uncle, I'm late." Feng Wuxie's voice was choked with sobs.

Feng Qingyun showed a faint smile towards Feng Wuxie, and said weakly: "I'm fine, this little skin injury is nothing to me at all."

Knowing that Feng Qingyun was comforting herself, Feng Wuxie's heart was ruthlessly pulled. In this world, she only had third uncle who was a good relative to her.

If something happened to Feng Qingyun, Feng Wuxie couldn't think of what he would do.

Facing Feng Qingyun, he forcefully forced a smile, and said, "Third Uncle, I will definitely rescue you."

Feng Qingyun nodded, then closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Suddenly, the two jailers started to twitch, Feng Wuxie frowned, and hurried forward to check.

But they found that the faces of these two people were ashen, foaming at the mouth, and they had been poisoned.

It seems that someone wants to kill someone.

Feng Wuxie hurried forward, but saw a few silver bills falling out from the cuff of one of the jailers.

It looks ordinary on the surface, but if you look closely, you can find a layer of light blue on it.

There was poison on the bank note, and it was this poison that these two people were poisoned by.

"This is?" Gong Moran looked at the banknote that fell out, without any surprise on his face, and was about to pick up the banknote, but was stopped by Feng Wuxie.

"Poisonous." The outstretched hand was abruptly withdrawn, Feng Wuxie picked up a corner of the banknote with a handkerchief, wrapped it in several layers of cloth, and then handed it to Gong Moran's waiting guard to carefully put it away.

Gong Moran knew it in his heart, turned his head and said to the waiting guard beside him: "Take good care of people, and no one is allowed to enter without my king's permission."

The two poisoned jailers were carried out by the guards.

Looking at the drowsy Feng Qingyun, Feng Wuxie finally turned his head. It would be fine for the two of them to stay here any longer, so they decided to go back to the post house first in order not to provoke people's tongues.

Prince Helian has just woken up, and the poison in his body has not been cleared, so he needs Feng Wuxie to take care of him.

After Feng Wuxie came back, he immediately called Da Angli, who was accompanying He Lian Ting, to him, and asked him to take out the medicinal materials that He Lian Ting had been poisoned before.

Da Angsheng was tall and burly, with a honey-colored face covered with beards, but his mind was very active. Knowing that there were problems with those medicinal materials, he paid more attention to them and put them away.

All the medicinal materials were handed to Feng Wuxie, and spread out on the table. Feng Wuxie first came closer to smell it, and then took a closer look.

He took out the silver needles from his wrist, and tested them one by one, and found that one of the red sage was infected with poison, and the silver needle suddenly turned black.

Feng Wuxie put away the silver needle, turned around and asked Da Ang: "Did you go to get the medicine that day?"

"Yes." Da'an's eyes met Feng Wuxie's, he didn't lie down or avoid it, he looked at her without any fear.

In his subconscious mind, these Xichu people were all murderers, they poisoned their master.

It was only then that Feng Wuxie remembered that that day in front of He Lianting's bed, this Da'ang fought with his life to protect his master.

is a loyal man.

"When you went to get the medicine that day, did you meet anyone?" Feng Wuxie asked again.

Da Ang thought for a while, and said: "It was dark that night, I only met an old lady on the road, she almost fell down, I reached out to help her."

"Old lady?" Feng Wuxie's eyes lit up.

"What does it look like, have you ever seen it clearly?"

Da Ang shook his head: "The sky is too dark to see clearly."

"Oh." Feng Wuxie nodded thoughtfully, and then asked: "Then do you know where that old woman met you, and where did she go?"

Da Ang thought for a while: "That street is very wide, and there are many wisterias planted around it, but I don't know what it is called."

After a pause, he continued: "Although the woman seemed to be wearing nothing special, I recognized the clothes on her body. At that time, she was wearing a black robe, but I recognized that the material of the clothes was extremely rare in my Great Dane before. Yun Lingjin."

"Yun Lingjin?" Gong Moran said in surprise, with a hint of uneasiness appearing on his face.

This cloth was a tribute from foreigners, and there were only three bolts in total. At that time, Emperor Chu was happy, so he gave it to several concubines who were favored in the harem.

It's just that although the fabric is expensive, it is not favored by the ladies in the palace because of its bad color. It always feels old-fashioned, and it can't bring out their tenderness when worn on the body.

Although on the surface they were thankful for their kindness, no one wore the cotton cloth on their body, and the cloth was abandoned later.

And among those three people, one is the queen, the other is the concubine Lan, and the other concubine is no longer alive.

Because in front of Da Ang, Gong Muran did not tell these information, and only told Feng Wuxie these words after he left.

Feng Wuxie smiled coldly: "Whether it's her or not, you just need to try it to know."

However, how to try this is a problem.

In a few days it will be the Chu Emperor's birthday banquet, the case of murdering the prince cannot be delayed until that day, Feng Wuxie thought about it, and had an idea in his mind.

There have been several heavy rains in the past few days, and the violets in the imperial garden are so moistened by the rain, that they bloom very prosperously.

Blossoms compete for fragrance and beauty, and the garden is covered with lush greenery.

It attracted countless butterflies to fly in and dance in the garden, which gave this cold garden a little vitality.

Concubine Lan leaned on the gazebo, watching the koi carp scrambling for food at the bottom of the lake, a smile appeared on the corners of her ruddy lips.

It's just that the smile was extremely empty and lonely, although in this palace, he was well-clothed and well-fed, and he was blessed with divine favor, but there was always a hint of vicissitudes inadvertently.

She is obviously only young, but her rich imperial concubine makeup makes her look old-fashioned.

The longer I stayed in the palace, the more lonely I became.

Only by looking at the pond full of koi and seeing them swimming freely, can I feel a sense of freedom in this dark cage.

The fish food in her hand had already been scattered, Concubine Lan felt a little lost, and said to the maid beside her, "Go get some more."

The palace maid bowed to Concubine Lan and retreated.

The Xihua Palace where Concubine Lan lives is some distance away from the Bihua Pool. In order not to annoy her master, the little maid decided to walk across the path.

There were tall wisteria trees all around, and soon the figure of the little maid was submerged among those flower vines.

Before the little maid had gone far, a thin waiting guard appeared beside the Bihua Pond. Concubine Lan looked up at the fish and didn't notice the waiting guard's approach.

When she realized it, Wei Wei had already stood by her side, and stretched out his hand to grab her arm: "Mistress, be careful, this railing has been in disrepair for a long time, don't fall down."

"Bold..."

Concubine Lan scolded, and turned her head suddenly, but when she saw Wei Wei's face, she immediately turned pale.

"It's you?"

(End of this chapter)