Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 31: On the eve of the palace change

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Meng Fu shook his head, looked at the long sword with the cold light shining in the neck, and looked at the pale face of the young man opposite, for a long while, and smiled.

"Comrade, violence cannot solve the problem, especially when you are actually unable to use violence at all."

She smiled, and gently pushed away the tip of the sword. The sword that was originally rock-like was actually pushed away by her, and the moment the sword light swayed, the young man suddenly fell silently.

Meng Fuyao unsurprisingly stretched out his hand and caught his fallen body.

"Hey," she sighed, "Obviously injured, what can I do?"

Looking at the young man with the glimmer of the mirror, he closed his eyes and frowned his eyebrows, his face was almost transparent, his forehead oozing thin sweat, silently rolled into the temples, and the black hair became darker. It looks like snow.

Meng Fuyao shook his head and unceremoniously tore open his shirt. Sure enough, he saw a hastily bandaged wound on his chest. Meng Fuyao frowned and untied the cloth belt, and immediately a thick **** breath rushed into the end of his nose. , What greeted the eye was a hideous, squishy scar, like a wide-blade sharp weapon. It was slightly blue and obviously poisonous. There was also an abrasion near the wound with traces of smoky fire, although not It was heavy, but Meng Fuyao's eyes narrowed.

Musket.

Remember that Yuan Zhaoxuan once said that there is only one musket team in Taiyuan, equipped with the most advanced weapon muskets of the Wuzhou Continent. It has always been in the hands of Prince Qi Yuanjing. The musket team is in charge of the musket team. My cronies, now this young man is clearly hostile to his family, Yan Pei, who is supposed to be the prince. Why was he injured by the prince’s firearm team?

But now is not the time to doubt, Meng Fuyao pursed his mouth, took out a vial from his sleeve, looked at it with a pity, carefully poured out a purple pill, and fed it into the boy's mouth.

The more I thought about it, the less reconciled he got. He slapped the boy's face and knocked the pill down his throat. The gesture was obviously stronger than necessary.

No way, heartache, in the bottle is the "Nine Resurrection Pill" given by the dead Taoist priest. The dead Taoist brags that it can live and die, except for the treasures in the "Wu Gong Tomb" of Emperor Brahma, the world's number one. , Nothing else can compare, and now I give this guy who is not even a friend, it really hurts very much.

After taking the pill, the boy’s breathing became much easier soon. Meng Fuyao took his pulse and knew that although the poison could not be removed, he could save his life. He stood up and looked around for an exit. Ready to leave.

She beats on the four walls. This kind of "mirror pass" is actually a kind of formation. It uses the principle of reflection and refraction. After knocking for a while, the sound under her hand suddenly changes, no longer dull, and becomes Crisp and bright, Meng Fu was overjoyed. He was about to push, and suddenly heard someone say behind him, "If you want to be shot into a hedgehog by an arrow, just push."

Meng Fuyao turned around, looked at the teenager who was sitting up in the ground, raised his eyebrows, "Do you treat your savior like this?"

The young man put his hands on his knees and lowered his eyebrows to test the breath in his body. He raised his head when he heard Meng Fuyao speaking. There was a gleam in his pupils. His eyes were deep and beautiful, as if seeing the moon and blue sea through the mist. There are countless fishing fires rising up slowly, and it is far away and unpredictable.

In the end, his face is only beautiful and pleasing to the eye, but these eyes are amazing. Looking at those eyes is like sitting in the evening flowers, watching the river and the light drifting along the water, and there is a fate in the cold. The tranquility.

Meng Fuyao was a little lost, thinking about such a pair of eyes, why should he practice that crazy and weird "You Tong"?

I haven't thought about it clearly, but I heard the person answer lightly, "If I can, I hope my knife can rest on your neck."

Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing. He shook his head while laughing, and said for a while, "Well, what do you want me to do?"

"The king of Qi brought a juggling team into the palace to perform performances. Tonight, he will celebrate the birthday of Emperor Taiyuan at the Qian'an Palace family banquet. At that time, he will assassinate the prince and force the old emperor to abdicate. The claws Yan family and Pei family will also do it. The Yan family will take advantage of the opportunity of banqueting foreign envoys to mobilize the guards in the palace. The Pei family will command fifty thousand Beijing troops to attack Miyagi. What we have to do is to hurry up before Qi Xunyi launches. Notify the crown prince."

"Where do you know these top secrets?" Meng Fuyao looked at him curiously.

"Someone told me." The boy's mouth was pressed tightly immediately, and he didn't seem to want to say any more.

Meng Fu shook her head and thought for a while, and said, "Okay." She smiled fearlessly and a little smug, "Hey, I want to do things that make Pei Yuan upset, not to mention in this palace today, If I don’t think of a way with you, it’s hard to escape from Pei’s palm."

The young man frowned slightly, thinking deeply, "I rushed to the letter palace to report to our patron, and wanted the patron to inform the prince, and I didn’t want to encounter the prince’s firearm team outside the Yimen. I didn’t know that they had betrayed the master, otherwise ……"

"Otherwise, you won't get hurt and you will be forced to hide here, but you still want to catch me for help?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him, "Are you from the Yun family?"

"Yun Hen, the adopted son of the Yun family." He answered simply.

Meng Fu rolled his eyes, thinking that the Yun family and the Pei family had a bad relationship. A large part of the reason was that Yuan Zhaoxuan and himself planted a good deed, and could not help but change the topic quickly.

"Qi Xunyi is good at it," Meng Fuyao gave him the map of the palace forbidden by Yunhen in his hand. "Isn't he the prince who does not control the soldiers? Where is the power to control the situation?"

"I don't know either," Yun Hen's eyes were thinking, "I only suspect that there is someone behind Qi Xunyi for help."

"Who?"

Yun Hen was thinking for a while, and then he answered slowly and solemnly:

"Changsun Wuji." There is one more update today.