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

Time passed little by little.

From dark to dark, for some people, it may be a snap of a finger, but for some, it is a long wait and suffering.

However, for some people, time is nothingness that does not exist.

Such people are dead.

When Zhu Feng walked into the mortuary, there was already a stench here, even though Cui Yuanmei and the others had cleaned it up beforehand, the smell still lingered, and the people accompanying them could not help but wrinkle when they smelled the smell. brow.

But Zhu Feng didn't even move his eyes.

In the past, he led troops in the north and crawled out of a river of blood and corpses. He had smelled even more unpleasant smells than this. Although he had been pampered for so many years, he had never experienced such a harsh environment again, but his The body already has the ability to endure this kind of suffering.

He walked slowly to the stone bed.

Yongzhou is located in the extreme south, and the weather is hot. Although there was a cold spring in the beginning of this year, it was only the end of the winter. After that, it became hotter day by day. In this case, it was not easy to keep the corpse intact. This mortuary is a basement specially prepared by them. The corpse is not an ordinary wooden bed, but a relatively cold stone bed, so as soon as you walk in, except for the stench, everyone can feel a little bit. Chill dipped into the marrow.

Zhu Feng looked down at the person on the stone bed, the one who might have helped Xinping escape from the South Courtyard, causing her whereabouts to be unknown.

The body has been cleaned up, and the most eye-catching thing is the knife mark on his heart.

Although when it was delivered, he was covered in blood and his chest was bloody, but after cleaning it up, everything became very conspicuous. The knife was extremely thin, only one finger wide, and it pierced his chest directly, but it was worth it. At the back, it can be seen that the man who started the shot is very stable, and he is a master.

Weapons are also extremely handy and sharp weapons.

Zhu Feng turned his face to the side and asked, "When you found him, were there any other clues around?"

Cui Yuanmei shook her head: "The other party is very neat."

Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and then said: "You all go out, I will take a look again."

Cui Yuanmei and the accompanying Jin Yiwei both looked at each other, feeling a little strange in their hearts. Now that this Jia Si is dead, except for a fatal wound, there are no other clues. Shouldn't His Majesty the Emperor hurry to find the whereabouts of His Royal Highness the Princess? Just take a look, why stop here, and he is alone.

However, no one dared to ask.

Cui Yuanmei was about to take the Jinyiwei out, when Zhu Feng suddenly reached out and held the Jinyiwei's saber.

"what!"

The man felt that the hilt of the knife was being held, and instinctively drew the knife sideways, but when he fixed his eyes on the emperor, he hurriedly knelt to the ground: "Your Majesty."

Zhu Feng said lightly: "I just want to take a look at your knife, don't panic."

The man was still a little terrified, but he immediately took off his saber and gave it to him with both hands. After Zhu Feng took it, he waved his hand, and Cui Yuanmei immediately took him out.

After they left and the door of the mortuary was closed, Zhu Feng looked down at the corpse again.

Then, he pulled out the saber, pinched the blade near the tip with his fingers, and carefully sent the tip into the wound on Jia Si's chest.

The blade fell inch by inch.

In the end, it reached the deepest part of the wound, and the blade and the finger-width wound just matched...

It was not long before the door of the mortuary opened.

Cui Yuanmei and that Jin Yiwei immediately leaned over to greet them, Zhu Feng came out without saying anything, just raised his hand and threw the saber to that Jin Yiwei, who hurriedly caught it, didn't dare to say more, and immediately hung up on himself waist.

Zhu Feng said: "Your reaction just now was a little slower."

When the Jinyiwei heard this, cold sweat broke out.

For warriors like them, being touched or even taking away a weapon is not only a matter of death, but also a shame—for them, shame is far more important than death.

What's worse, the other party is still His Majesty the Emperor.

Although I have long heard that His Majesty the Emperor once guarded Peiping and is an invincible **** of war, these people are young and have not caught up with the days of seeing the emperor's style. Some people even have more or less speculation in their hearts. His Majesty's skill may not be so good.

But this time, he really saw it.

That Jin Yiwei was sweating like rain, lowered his head and said, "Wei Chen... Convicted."

But Zhu Feng didn't mean to punish him, he just left a light sentence: "No need to let people know what happened today."

After he finished speaking, he went out.

That Jin Yiwei was not stupid, he seemed to understand something, hurriedly kowtowed, got up and followed.

The sky was as dark as ink, Nan Yan stood at the window, looking at the sky outside, her mood was the same as the night tonight, gloomy and gloomy.

At this time, Zhu Feng walked in from outside.

Nan Yan hurried up to meet her, her eyes wide open, as if she was eager to dig out a word or two of good news from Zhu Feng's mouth, but Zhu Feng looked down at her, only sighed silently, and then said : "I haven't found her yet."

Hearing this, Nan Yan almost burst into tears.

Although she kept telling herself to hold on, the one who disappeared was Xinping, her own daughter, and this was not a simple runaway, but someone was plotting against her, and she even died!

What do the heist in the end, will not hurt her ......

All this to the South Tobacco worried.

Zhu Feng, raising his hand grabbed her hand and pinched, then Chen Sheng said:. "You first do not panic."

South flue: "But now, Fuchu did not receive any messages."

They had hope after catch those behind the heart level, there will be news, so they at least have a clue, but now, people gone, no news.

Smoke on the South, it just caught in a pitch-dark night in general.

Suffocating feeling.

Zhu Feng lifeless and said: "Although you do not know who was behind those be, but you should understand that the more you panic, the more the other will be an opportunity."

Southern Smoke looked at him, biting his lower lip only, nodded helplessly.

Zhu Feng This took her into the room, south cigarette and said: "? The emperor not to see that Jia four corpses do, how to go to two hour"

Zhu Feng quietly took off his coat and handed her, lightly: "ah, more than I looked for a moment."

Nan Yan couldn't help frowning.

Mortuary in the suburbs, not far away to say, if a return to the road without delay, then I wish that Feng would not be in the burial room stayed more than two hour?

Just then, she suddenly discovered that the coat hem Feng Zhu, seems broken stained some dry grass clippings.