Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

He thought for a while, then looked up at Li Bushang, and said, "There is one more thing, I don't understand."

Li Bushang had originally planned to turn around and explain something else.

Hearing this, he stopped and looked back at him: "What else does Song Gongzi do not understand?"

"The knife."

Song Zhiwen frowned, and said in a deep voice: "The Yanling knife used as a murder weapon is your Jinyiwei's knife. Of course, it seems that this knife should not be a real murder weapon, but why did this knife appear in us? Around the camp?"

"..."

"When Uncle Cheng was killed, didn't you guys come here yet?"

"..."

"No one came, why did the sword come here?"

"..."

"You just guessed their actions, and also guessed their purpose. There are all human and physical evidence, but why didn't you solve the problem of the knife?"

"..."

After Li Bushang heard these words, the expression on his face was faint, as if it had nothing to do with him.

In the end, he just said: "The matter has been resolved, and the truth has been found. The problem with the knife-it is not a problem."

Song Zhiwen frowned.

Although the truth has indeed been found, this knife is evidence that he is the murderer, and he doesn't care at all.

This is nothing like his attitude as a commander of Jin Yiwei.

But Li Bushang turned out as if he really didn’t care at all, and said lightly: “Since they want to frame me, they always want ideas. Since we have lost so many knives, we can always find them. Passing can always pass over."

"..."

"It doesn't make sense to ask more."

After speaking, he looked up at the sky and said, "Master Song, it's getting late. There have been so many things happening today. I think you should rest early."

"..."

"We will leave early tomorrow morning. It's important to keep up our spirit and hurry up."

After speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Song Zhi to ask.

Song Zhiwen stood on the spot, looking at his back, without saying a word for a long while, only looking down at the letter in his hand, his expression darkened.

But Li Bushang turned and left. After walking a few steps, he saw Xie Jiaojiao standing in front.

Although the people around, the torches held by everyone kept shining, the light and shadow shining on people's faces were shaking, and the people's expressions were a little cloudy, but as soon as she saw that Li was not hurt, she immediately ran away. come.

"Lee does not hurt!"

Li Bushang looked down at her.

I saw her face mixed with joy and sorrow, probably because I was happy to see that he was able to retreat safe and sound in the murdered fire, and I was sad that the friends who grew up with their elders would attack their elders. For a while, Struggling, don't know what to say.

On the contrary, Li does not hurt.

Looked at her lightly for a while, then said: "Go and rest."

After speaking, he left.

"...!"

Xie Jiaojiao stood there, as if he couldn't react. When Li Bushang had already walked away, the wind he brought blew across his face, causing the hair around his ears to gently caress his cheeks, causing a bit of itchiness. It felt like she had recovered, and she suddenly turned to look at Li Bushang's back.

There was a little joyful smile in his eyes.

Not far away, Song Zhiwen looked at her back and also at Li Bushang's back that had melted into the night. His eyes were filled with joy and sorrow. Finally, he sighed and turned away.

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Early in the morning, Nan Yan opened his eyes from the groggy dream.

As soon as he subconsciously stretched out his hand, he felt that the blanket beside him was empty, but there was still a little warmth. Obviously, it didn't take long for Zhu Feng to get up.

I didn't even notice it.

She pouted and struggled in the bed for a while, still resisting the temptation of her dream and the warm bed, got up and put on her clothes, but as soon as she reached the door, the door was pushed open from the outside. .

A cold wind came in, making her shiver.

"Woo!"

And the one standing at the door is not someone else, but Zhu Feng, who disappeared early in the morning.

He originally watched it was still early and planned to come back to sleep in. He didn't expect Nan Yan to push the door as soon as he opened the door, and he was dressed so thinly that he would go out without wearing his shoes, and he was blown by the cold outside. She was shivering and frowned immediately.

"What kind of demon are you?"

"emperor?"

Nan Yan subconsciously shrugged her neck and hugged herself, but it was still cold. When Zhu Feng saw it, he immediately walked in and closed the door with his backhand, and hugged her in his arms.

As he walked to the bed, he cursed, "I want to go out if I wear this little thing? What do you want to do?"

In fact, it was not so cold at first, but she had just crawled out of the bed and warmed up and couldn't stand the cold wind, so she was so cold. Now being held by Zhu Feng, the familiar taste and body temperature on his body came up, suddenly The whole person obeyed.

It's just that the tip of the nose still feels itchy.

Nan Yan wrapped his arms around his neck and said with a hey smile: "Concubine just couldn't see the emperor, so worried."

"What are you worried about? What do I have to worry about?"

"The concubine is worried, what if the emperor does a'bad thing'?"

"..."

Zhu Fengbai gave her a look.

When I walked to the bed, I couldn’t wait to throw her down, but the movement on my hand was still gentle. After I put it on the bed, I immediately pulled the quilt to wrap her up, and said: “I had a high fever a while ago. I'm sick as a demon, let's see how I can deal with you!"

Nan Yan shrank himself in the quilt and covered it for a while, finally warming up.

Looking at Zhu Feng taking off her coat and getting into the quilt, she took the opportunity to get into his arms. Just coming back from the outside, Zhu Feng's body also had a little coolness, but fortunately, the two of them were close together. The body temperature was pressed against each other, and it soon became warmer.

Nan Yan looked up at him: "It's still dark so early, what did the emperor do just now?"

Zhu Feng squinted his eyes, while trying to sleep, he said lazily: "Allocated a team of troops to leave Han Dongwei."

"Allocate people again? What are you going to do?"

"The news of Li Bushang came back. The matter on his side has almost been resolved, and we need to send someone to White Dragon City as soon as possible to inform those big families of what happened here."

"..."

Nan Yan blinked.

In fact, since Tian Lian came back with Li Bushang's letter, although they were so far apart and didn't know who the real murderer was, everyone knew that this was a bureau set by those who disagreed with Xiancheng.

On the surface, it seems that Li is not hurt.

However, as Zhu Feng and Nan Yan said before, the chess is out of the game. If the game can be broken, the whole game will be alive, and even the White Dragon City will fall into this game.

And the news he sent back later confirmed this.

The "cannibalism" of White Dragon City gave them this opportunity.

Nan Yan suddenly smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's not as simple as just notifying the news."