The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 45:
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The cry of killing was first heard in the distance, and then slowly approached again. It was obvious that the assassin could not escape. The strong wind was flying outside the white gauze, and the sound of swords clashing was endless. Everyone inside the white gauze held their breath, knowing every moment. People were dying every second, and it was even more thrilling because I had never seen the killing with my own eyes.
Emperor Weitian Sheng was in the center of the crowd, drinking tea slowly, his eyes always staring at the scattered Jinsha Begonia fruits.
As the sound of killing approached, someone could faintly howl, and then Ning Yi's voice was heard, saying quickly: "Keep alive!"
Everyone's expressions immediately tightened.
To stay alive, you must pursue the mastermind behind the scenes. The King of Chu knew that this matter was fishy, and knew that if he pursued him fiercely, the entire court would be implicated, but he refused to let it go easily!
The princes looked at each other, and they all saw a look of vigilance and defensiveness in each other's eyes.
But Emperor Tiansheng only looked at the prince and suddenly smiled and said: "Sheng'er, what if this assassin is captured and handed over to you for interrogation?"
The prince was stunned. He did not expect that the emperor would trust him so much. He immediately said happily: "I obey my father's will! I must find out the real murderer!"
Beyond the crowd of guards, a few Donggong Xianma, who couldn't squeeze in, looked at each other and sighed silently after hearing this sentence.
The expressions of the others changed - the prince is so stupid that he has gone so far! Previously, the assassin stabbed His Majesty instead of the Crown Prince. It was obvious that His Majesty was already suspicious. This sentence was simply a test. If the Crown Prince was smart enough, he should pass this hot potato away, preferably to one of his political rivals, the prince, to show that he had no evil intentions. , what does Your Majesty think about this reception now?
Emperor Tian Sheng's expression remained as usual, and he seemed to say "hmm" in approval. Only Feng Zhiwei noticed that the old man's fingers holding the tea bowl were trembling slightly.
Feng Zhiwei glanced at him secretly and sympathetically - it's pitiful to be an emperor, no matter how angry you are, you have to suppress it, and no matter how unfulfilled your heir is, you have to endure it.
Actually, there is something even more pitiful waiting for him, but come to think of it, the old man won't be able to notice it.
Suddenly there was a muffled sound of "bang", and a person was beaten heavily in front of the hall. Blood spattered on the bluestone ground. Then someone came slowly walking on the blood. The green bamboo on the moon-white brocade robe was stained with blood, but his appearance was not messy at all. .
He bowed outside the screen and said: "My son, I am fortunate to have fulfilled my destiny. I have captured the assassin. Please punish me."
Emperor Tiansheng's face softened slightly and he said, "Remove the screen." His tone was gentler than before.
Feng Zhiwei glanced sideways at Ning Yi's figure, wondering what kind of medicine was being sold in this gourd? In the serial scheme, besides the borrowing knife scheme and the bitter meat scheme, what other strategies are there to play?
Framing? It seemed unnecessary, as the old man was already suspicious of the prince.
The man covered in blood on the ground raised his head. It was the assassin from before. In order to avoid suspicion, Ning Yi handed this man over to the chief guard of Changying Guards and retreated himself.
"Let Dr. Zhang take a look at your injury." Emperor Tiansheng ordered. Faced with the emperor's rare concern and tenderness, Ning Yi did not show any flattery. He bowed slightly as before and left calmly. Emperor Tiansheng glanced at his back, his expression a little gentler.
Feng Zhiwei watched with admiration as Ning Yi turned behind the screen - Your Majesty, you are such a born actor!
Before I could finish the thought, I suddenly heard Ning Yi speak quietly from behind the screen: "Your Majesty is frightened, so Dr. Zhang should stay with your Majesty...I heard that Mr. Wei, a national scholar, is also good at medical treatment, but he is not as good as this king for this minor injury. So I invite you to show off your skills?"
Feng Zhiwei blinked... No, are you so unwilling to let me go?
But Emperor Tiansheng thought it made sense. He was old and felt a little uncomfortable after being frightened by this. He needed an imperial doctor to attend to him. Besides, these days, who with a bit of talent can't heal? So he nodded in approval.
Feng Zhiwei looked at the sky sadly and had no choice but to go over. Gu Nanyi followed closely. Feng Zhiwei saw that it was not a problem and quickly said: "I'm going to change... change!"
Gu Nanyi frowned and looked at the black screen, seeming to think that this excuse was not credible. Feng Zhiwei had a headache and continued to coax: "Go to the toilet! Really!"
At any rate, Master Gu gave up following him and stood three steps in front of the screen, watching Feng Zhiwei go in to "use the toilet."
As soon as Feng Zhiwei turned around the screen, he saw His Highness King Chu's face as dark as the bottom of a pot - it was obvious that he had heard the words "go to the toilet" just now.
Okay... Girl, I accidentally eliminated you once... Feng Zhi smiled coquettishly.
The person sitting on the brocade stool stretched out his hand without looking at her.
Feng Zhiwei stared at the blood-stained sleeves in a daze.
"Change clothes." The prince sat upright as usual, and Liangliang ordered Miss Feng, who had been a servant but had never learned to serve others.
Feng Zhiwei smiled slightly: "Your Majesty, three steps to the left beside you are the palace servants, and three steps to the right beside you are the eunuchs serving in the palace."
The implication is, don’t bother me with such a trivial matter.
Ning Yi glanced at her, and there was something sharp and cold in his black eyes, which made Feng Zhi squint. Then he calmly nodded to the palace maid, who stepped forward in response to the call. Just as he touched his sleeve, he suddenly flicked his wrist.
The palace maid was unsteady and stumbled backwards, knocking the medicine in the other palace maid's hand to the ground. With low exclamations, the two of them quickly knelt down to apologize. Ning Yi was already very unhappy and shouted: "Clumsy hands! Get out of here!"
The palace maid and **** retreated in an instant, and Ning Yi turned to look at Feng Zhiwei. The anger just now was gone, replaced by a cold smile.
Feng Zhiwei has no choice - if he persists, those innocent palace residents will be the unlucky ones.
I have known for a long time that people like Ning Yi, who appear to be loose and romantic but are actually patient and perseverant, will never give in easily.
She squatted down to pick up the medicine that had fallen under her feet. Just as she leaned over, the toe of her boot suddenly stepped on her finger.
Looking up, the man leaned down slightly, and the toes of his brocade soap boots were placed on her fingertips without exerting any force. Because he leaned so close to her, the beautiful face that moved the imperial capital came to life. Forced in front of her.
So face to face, so close that you can hear your breath. In the faint smell of blood, his breath is gorgeous and cool, and her breath is warm and misty. They are intertwined silently, and the noise outside is transmitted into this narrow screen. Inside, it also seemed suddenly distant and inaudible.
He didn't speak, and Feng Zhiwei didn't know what to say. All her pretended gentleness and hidden wisdom were no longer necessary in front of this person. She just felt that being so close was really ambiguous, so she leaned back. Damn it.