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

Chapter 270 Don't You Think You're Dirty?

The sedan chair rushed all the way, and soon stopped outside the Shengde Hall.

As a personal court lady, Feng Zhirou could only wait outside the palace. She lowered her head, but her eyes were full of calculating coldness.

There was another maid serving her together, and the two stood facing each other, Feng Zhirou secretly spilled the drug, and gradually the maid fell limply.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Feng Zhirou walked into the inner hall lightly.

Just now she had smeared the medicinal powder on Li Guiren's wrist, and the two of them made a fuss to speed up the volatilization of the medicinal properties.

The lights in the room were dim, and there was an ambiguous smell in the air. Emperor Chu embraced Li Guiren, and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Zhirou glanced at Li Guiren coldly, and then walked to the table. She remembered that Emperor Chu put the imperial edict in the drawer next to the table.

Gently opening the drawer, Feng Zhirou glanced inside, but her heart couldn't help but feel cold, the inside was empty, and there was no edict there.

This old fox must have thought she saw it last time and hid it in a different place.

Feng Zhirou closed the drawer bitterly, her eyes wandered around, looking for a place where the imperial edict might be hidden, but the entire Shengde Hall is so big, and the edict is only a small volume, where can it be hidden?

The sound of Emperor Chu's breathing came from the dragon bed. He seemed to be sleeping very restlessly, and when he turned his body inside, Feng Zhirou was greatly startled.

He thought he had woken up, and when he was about to hide, he saw a small section of bright yellow cloth exposed under Emperor Chu's pillow.

Feng Zhirou's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly walked forward.

Pinch the corner of the finger and pull it hard, the edict was pulled out, Feng Zhirou didn't have time to take a closer look, she stuffed the edict into her arms, and quietly stood outside the door.

Until she stood still outside the door, her heart was still beating wildly. She never thought that the imperial edict she had been thinking about day and night would be found so easily.

For such a big event, Feng Zhirou didn't dare to delay for a moment, took advantage of the night to step out of the hall, and let a white pigeon fly out.

Afterwards, she returned to Hehuan Hall and waited quietly.

Within a quarter of an hour, the door of the palace was gently pushed open, and the cold Gong Mo suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Have you got something?"

The indescribable cruelty of his voice made Feng Zhirou shiver shiveringly, but thinking about her future, she still insisted on asking: "I wonder how the master will arrange the slaves?"

In her words, there is obviously an element of temptation. It's not that she has never seen Gong Moran's unfeeling. Even if she was stupid before, she will not be stupid again if she suffers from a fall and learns her wisdom.

Gong Moran walked to her side slowly, and circled around her lightly, Sen Han's eyes were so fixed on Feng Zhirou that he didn't dare to take a breath.

Fearing that in the next second, he would kill himself: "Master, this servant has no other ideas, but just wants to find a way out for himself."

"Oh? What is the way of life? Let's talk about it." Gong Moran snorted coldly.

Feng Zhirou knew that Gong Moran was very unhappy now, but when she thought about what she had encountered now, it was all thanks to Feng Wuxie.

The hatred in her chest instantly overwhelmed her rationality, she was already alone, so she had nothing to be afraid of.

Even if it's death, I still have to drag that bitch with me.

"I want to be your woman..." Before she finished speaking, Gong Muran's big hand grabbed her throat. The feeling of suffocation did not frighten Feng Zhirou. Instead, she looked at Gong Moran very calmly, saying a word Said in one sentence.

"You killed me, the imperial edict, then, you can never get it again, ah..."

Gong Moran's palms pinched Feng Zhirou's eyes so hard that the whites of her eyes rolled up, but even so, she smiled brighter and brighter.

"My lord, you, don't you want this world? Then, cooperate with me..."

"This king really has a good dog, and now he has learned to bite his master, so you are worthy of negotiating terms with this king?" Although Gong Moran's tone was cruel, he no longer exerted force on his hands, Feng Zhi Soft to breathe fresh air.

He was secretly happy, his bet was right.

Gong Moran's ambition is great. He can abandon everything for the sake of the throne, and only such a ruthless person can achieve great things.

Feng Zhirou stretched out her hand to cover her neck, gradually panting for breath, she almost died just now.

She laughed at herself, and looked at Gong Moran with a charming expression: "I am humble, but why is King Jin not as humble as me? I have been sneered at by others since I was a child, and trampled to the bottom of my feet, otherwise how would you think?" Do you want the world to surrender under your feet? After all, we are both poor people, doesn't the prince think we are a good match?"

Seeing that Gong Moran was unmoved, Feng Zhirou tentatively grabbed his sleeve, and approached his thin lips.

Although King Jin has been wearing a mask to show others, his outstanding figure and extraordinary temperament make people feel even more mysterious and inviolable.

Feng Zhirou's breathing suddenly became rapid, and she wanted to get closer to him, but when she was about to touch Gong Moran's thin lips, a deep voice sounded in her ear.

"Don't you think you're dirty?"

A sarcastic voice sounded like thunder, reminding Feng Zhirou of her unbearable past, she suddenly opened her eyes.

When he saw the disgust and strong mockery in Gong Muran's eyes, his mind instantly woke up.

That's right, with her broken body now, who else would want her.

"I have mastered all the five poisonous techniques. For the prince, I will only be your right-hand man. The business of the prince is not a loss."

Taking out the imperial edict from her sleeve, Feng Zhirou handed it to Gong Muran's eyes, and her eyes became firm: "Either you kill me, or make me your tool."

Gong Moran's eyes were cloudy and uncertain, he was pondering whether to leave this scourge behind, he knew Feng Zhirou's ferocity, if she could really be used by him, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

Women are like clothes, if you can't warm yourself, just throw it away.

In the end, he took the imperial edict in Feng Zhirou's hand, and smiled grimly: "You'd better be safe and secure, otherwise, this king will definitely make it impossible for you to survive or die."

Feng Zhirou's hands felt cold, the imperial edict had already been taken away by Gong Muran, and Gong Muran's cold eyes made her startled.

Knowing that Gong Moran must be able to say what he can do, and that he will not end well if he is with him, but when she thinks that Feng Wuxie's only sobriety will no longer exist, she is blessed, and said with a smile: "Yes. "

Gong Moran spread out the imperial edict, and when he saw the name of the crown prince on it, his eyes turned cold and murderous.

The emperor really loves King Xuan so much, even the crown prince's seat has been prepared for him early, so what is he, just a stepping stone for him?

He has been neglected since he was a child, looked down upon by the world, and his mother and concubine died tragically in front of his eyes, flashing one by one, and the smile in Gong Moran's eyes became more and more desolate.

"The emperor is overworked, it's time to rest these few days."

Feng Zhirou's expression was a little horrified, but she soon felt relieved. She knew that King Jin was rebellious, but she didn't expect that he would rebel so quickly.

With the expression in her eyes closed, Feng Zhirou smiled charmingly: "Don't worry, my lord, I understand."

Gong Moran glanced at Feng Zhirou coldly, and walked out of Hehuan Hall.

As night fell, the darkness of the sky became more and more white against the bright moon, but the bright fireworks added a little color to the cold night sky.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the gate of the palace was closed early, and it looked very quiet and detailed.

However, on the outskirts of the imperial city, four groups of imperial guards quietly surrounded the entire imperial city in four directions.

The soldiers defending the city were cut under the knife, and their blood was spilled on the bluestone floor. When the cold wind blew, the warm blood suddenly became cold.

The heavy body fell to the ground, only those wide eyes could not rest in peace for a long time.

The imperial guards were as fast as lightning, and they took the imperial city into their own hands almost in the blink of an eye.

Gong Moran was wearing a silver fox cloak, with a solemn face, the long sword around his waist had been unsheathed, and the silver silk white boots were stained with bright red blood.

The blood in the air became thicker and thicker, to the point of disgusting, but his eyes became more and more excited.

The pleasure of killing made him like a hungry beast, unable to stop.

Swinging the long sword in his hand, all the palace eunuchs who were still in a daze were beheaded one by one by him. Gong Moran, like a hell Shura, was stained with blood, and broke into the palace majestically.

Groups of well-trained secret guards dragged out all the dead soldiers hidden in every corner of the palace.

They were placed in front of him one by one, and there was a flying bloodstain on everyone's neck, all of them died in the hands of his hidden guards.

Feng Zhirou followed behind Gong Muran, she was so shocked by the miserable scene before her that she couldn't speak, her legs seemed to be stepping on cotton, almost going limp.

The killing was still going on, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers around covered this palpitating scene.

County Palace.

Feng Wuxie rubbed his red hands from the cold, stood under the eaves and looked up at the fireworks in the sky, with a faint smile on his lips.

It's just that the smile is a little ethereal, and it's a little lonely when you look closely.

The fragrance of food wafted in the air, and the tip of Feng Wuxie's nose twitched, wondering if that person had any delicious food during the New Year.

Is there anyone who has concerns in his heart like himself?

"Miss, go back to the house, be careful of the cold." Dongxiang's voice sounded behind her, and Wei Feng Wuxie gathered the cloak around her body, and said softly.

Feng Wuxie nodded: "After dinner, I'm going out for a while."

"Huh? Didn't the emperor decree that Liubu has already been put on leave? Why do you still have to go to work?" Dongxiang asked suspiciously.

"Yinyue hasn't come back for a long time, I'm worried about it, I want to go to the back mountain to look for it." Feng Wuxie sat down at the dining table, took a sip of warm soup, and gradually warmed up his body.

Yinyue hasn't been back for half a year, which makes her very worried, could something happen?

Feng Qingyun somewhat disagreed: "I think you should not go. Although Yinyue was raised by you, she is wild after all. If she doesn't come home, she might have left with the pack of wolves. It's cold outside. The ground is freezing, what should you do if you are injured?"

Feng Wuxie smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I know where its nest is, I'll just take a look, if not, I'll come back."

(End of this chapter)