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Sang Luan held her breath for a moment, listened intently, and the more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong.

She frowned slightly and grabbed Yu Po's arm with one hand. "Did you hear anything?"

Yu Po smiled, about to speak, when suddenly her expression changed, "It's the sound of swords!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Luan grabbed Yu Po and pulled her into the shadows, gesturing for her to be quiet.

Immediately, the two quickly hid in the sea of ​​flowers.

not far away.

A man dressed in black had a tense expression.

He crouched down and reached out to check the person's breath on the ground.

The next moment, he stood up, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture toward the person in front of him, and said in a respectful tone, "My lord, the person is completely dead."

A man dressed in black stood with his hands behind his back.

He lowered his eyes slightly and said coldly, "That person's request is to tear him to pieces."

The man in black nodded emphatically and replied, "Yes!"

Immediately afterwards, the man in black swung his knife repeatedly without any expression.

A strong smell of blood wafted through the air.

Sang Luan sniffed it casually and found it very unpleasant, so she covered her mouth and gagged several times.

She looked extremely unwell.

A few drops of physiological tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Could she have encountered some kind of assassination attempt?

For some reason, she felt a tingling sensation on her scalp and a deep sense of unease.

Sang Luan silently tugged at Yu Po's sleeve, moved closer to Yu Po, and lowered her voice, "Let's go back first."

As they spoke, the two slowly stood up.

Suddenly, I felt a cold touch on my neck, mixed with an unpleasant smell.

Sang Luan suppressed her discomfort and slowly reached out to grasp one end of the sword.

Yu Po froze on the spot, her gaze fixed on the sword held against her neck.

She murmured softly, "Blood..."

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed.

Sang Luan instinctively wanted to take it, but as soon as she reached out, she instantly realized that her current situation was not optimistic either.

She swallowed silently, her eyelids twitching wildly. "My lord, we're just passing by."

A cold, deep voice came from behind, "Who are you?"

Sang Luan composed herself, "Look at us, we're just two defenseless women..."

Sang Luan raised her hands high, and her already bright face became even more lively at this moment.

"Who are you? If you can't answer, you die!"

The man remained calm and continued asking questions.

Sang Luan kept her eyes closed, but when she looked up again, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Now that things have come to this, all I can do is apologize to Feng Hengzhi.

She immediately said anxiously, "Are you having some kind of trouble? Don't worry, my husband is the Grand Secretary of the court. Whether you want money or power, my husband can give it to you."

The person behind him seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Lord Feng?"

Sang Luan: "Yes, you know him."

Once you know each other, things will be much easier.

There was a hint of hesitation in the man's voice, "But I've heard that the current Grand Secretary's wife is infatuated with Lord Feng. Are you sure you can get him to give me an official position?"

Sang Luan replied without hesitation, "Yes, yes, of course I can. I am the Prime Minister's wife. Don't be fooled by his usual arrogant attitude; he actually listens to me quite well behind my back. Here's what you do: write me a letter of self-recommendation, and I'll give it to him for you."

Sang Luan felt as if the coolness on her neck had disappeared.

In a corner she couldn't see, a fleeting look of surprise crossed the face of the person behind her, who then glanced at the person in front of her with a complicated expression.

Immediately, he silently sheathed his sword and took a few steps back.

After being freed from her restraints, Sang Luan felt much better.

Her lips parted slightly, about to speak, when she heard a familiar yet slightly cold voice coming from beside her.

"Are you sure?"

Sang Luan answered instinctively, "Of course, I..."

She turned slightly to the side, and when her gaze fell upon the person not far away, her body involuntarily trembled.

Feng Hengzhi?

Several men in black with cold expressions were standing beside Feng Hengzhi, all of them staring at her menacingly.

Feng Hengzhi slightly raised his hand, and the people around him consciously retreated to a distance.

Sang Luan silently shrank her neck and took a step back without making a sound, feeling guilty as if she had been caught talking badly about someone.

A slight smile played on her lips. "Brother Hengzhi, don't you think we're a match made in heaven?"

She kept swinging her hands back and forth.

Feng Hengzhi narrowed his eyes, quickly stepped forward, and stood in front of Sang Luan. "What did you see just now?"

Sang Luan waved her hands repeatedly, "I didn't see or hear anything."

As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Luan fell silent.

That sounds a bit strange.

Sang Luan raised her eyes, and her gaze met Feng Hengzhi's deep, cold, and distant eyes.

Just like the look in her eyes when she first met Feng Heng.

She silently turned to the side, trying to look away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she made a move, Feng Hengzhi's eyes sharpened, and he reached out and tightly gripped Sang Luan's chin.

He stared coldly at Sang Luan and said, word by word, "You really didn't hear anything?"

Sang Luan has appeared in places where she shouldn't be on several occasions.

Feng Hengzhi simply refused to believe that there was nothing going on.

Feng Hengzhi was already proficient in martial arts, and his strength was like that of an ox, seemingly inexhaustible.

Just by gently pinching Sang Luan's chin, she felt as if the bones in her jaw were about to shatter.

It pinched her so hard it hurt.

They had no strength left to resist.

Feng Hengzhi stared intently at Sang Luan for a long time before suddenly speaking, "Didn't you hear that I tortured someone to death..."

Sang Luan's pupils widened slightly, her face filled with shock.

The hand that was originally covering Feng Hengzhi's wrist instantly covered his ears completely.

I'm not listening to what the turtle is chanting.

A dangerous smile crept across Feng Hengzhi's lips. "Didn't you hear me ordering that he be torn to pieces?"

Is this person crazy? She doesn't want to listen to this at all!

Sang Luan could no longer bear it, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Stop talking!"

Feng Hengzhi acted as if he hadn't heard him and continued to speak to himself, "Or perhaps you were already there from the very beginning?"

Sang Luan was on the verge of tears, and could only frantically blink at Feng Hengzhi, "I didn't hear a single word you said!"

With a sharp pain in her jaw, Sang Luan could no longer bear it and suddenly placed her hand, which had been covering her ears, on Feng Hengzhi's wrist.

"pain…"

Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and she uttered a faint, almost inaudible whisper.

Feng Hengzhi: "So you heard everything?"

Sang Luan wanted to curse, but she simply didn't have the strength.

She only vaguely heard some fragmented information.

Feng Hengzhi snorted coldly and abruptly removed his hand.

At the same time, in a corner unnoticed by either of them, an arrow flew rapidly toward Feng Hengzhi with lightning speed.