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"That's not right." Su Liwu's face was ugly and a bit cold.

If Baili Yuntong really did something and needed someone to see something he shouldn't have seen, it shouldn't be her.

To the outside world, she is Su Mujun's niece, and she has always cared about Su Mujun as her aunt. If she really saw something detrimental to Su Mujun, she would find a way to help hide it for the sake of this family relationship.

Then there is only one possibility, that is, there is something wrong with the person who just sent the message. This may be a conspiracy against her.

After thinking clearly, Su Liwu's eyes flashed coldly: "Let's go back." After saying that, he turned around neatly and returned along the way he came.

Although she wanted to see who framed her, but now that she was weak, it would be bad if she accidentally got into an accident and fell into it.

The person behind the scenes will definitely have some back-up tactics when they see that they have failed. As long as she waits, she will figure out who it is, and she will definitely skin that person when the time comes.

When Feng Yi came to Changxiang Pavilion, he carefully glanced around Changxiang Pavilion. When he saw the girl busy playing with the incense burner and tea cakes in Changxiang Pavilion, and the girl standing outside Changxiang Pavilion looking around cautiously, the corners of her lips curled up. It evoked an extremely cold arc.

He dodged, but instead of appearing in front of the two maids, he appeared behind a secret guard hiding in the dark.

The strong wind hit like a mighty mountain. Before it arrived, the air flow in the air caused Xiurong to feel a stinging pain. She quickly and vigilantly dodged to avoid it. However, no matter how fast Xiurong moved, she was still scratched by a sharp weapon. The shoulder was broken, and the bones were clearly visible.

It is enough to see that if he had not reacted quickly, he would have been split in half by this terrifying force.

Xiurong looked at the person with shock and vigilance. She was also dressed in black, but it was not an ordinary secret guard or assassin costume, but a fine silk brocade robe. The black brocade robe was embroidered with a strange totem of the same color. The totem Although you can't see what it is, just looking at the totem will make people feel like they are seeing a fierce ghost.

There was no cover on this man's face. His white and tender smile should have been harmless, but because the smile was so cold and ruthless, it was inexplicably dangerous, making Xiurong even more wary.

Scanning Feng Yi's hands from the corner of his eyes, Xiurong frowned immediately when he found that his hands were empty. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He had just felt a fleeting golden light. He thought it was reflected from some kind of weapon. Light, but this man’s hand is actually empty

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"Who are you"

Feng Yi didn't answer and asked instead: "You are in the same group as the people in the pavilion."

Xiurong looked at Feng Yi warily, knowing that this man would not answer her questions, and even gave him a feeling that if he was with the people in the pavilion, he would probably end up here today.

"No." Xiurong replied coldly while being wary of Feng Yi.

Feng Yi smiled evilly and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Quickly disappear in front of me."

Xiurong was slightly stunned when she heard the words, then glanced at Feng Yi cautiously, without saying much, and without any delay, she tapped twice on her body to stop the bleeding and left.

He could see that this man really planned to let him go, so there was no need to pester him, otherwise he would die.

Feng Yi looked at the direction where Xiurong disappeared and smiled coldly. When he asked, he had already guessed that Xiurong was not with the people in the pavilion. Although he could kill Xiurong within ten moves, this place was after all. In the palace, if a corpse appeared, it would cause unnecessary trouble, so this person was allowed to leave.

Then Feng Yi looked at Chang Xiangting. The two maids had prepared everything and carefully went to the rockery not far away. He said to Baili Yuntong who was hiding there.

"Miss, the arrangements have been made. This medicine takes effect very quickly, and it can be used in Chinese medicine in an instant."

Baili Yuntong looked at the pavilion not far away through the branches, smiled coldly, and his eyes were cold: "We will wait here, and we will leave when the people arrive."

Then he seemed to remember something and asked, "Has the person who conveyed the news made arrangements?"

"Don't worry, Miss, everything has been arranged."

Baili Yuntong hummed in a good mood, and then suddenly heard the sound of two objects falling to the ground. He turned his head warily, but he didn't have time to see anything clearly, and he fainted as soon as his eyes rolled.

Feng Yi looked at the three figures lying on the ground, and his eyes fell on Baili Yuntong with murderous intent. Then he smiled evilly and coldly, picked up Baili Yuntong's collar and led them to Changxiang Pavilion. Holding his breath, he placed her on the stool, then let her lie down on the stone table. He waved his hand to extinguish the palace lanterns around him, then sneered and ducked away.

When Wei Shanqiu appeared in Changxiang Pavilion, what he saw was a soft figure lying on the stone table under a dark shadow, moaning slightly. Because his back was turned, Wei Shanqiu did not see her face, but he saw her The purple dress made me subconsciously think that the person inside was Su Mujun.

He smiled. Although it was a bit cold to do this kind of thing in the wild at this time, this kind of exercise can warm up the weather no matter how cold it is. So Wei Shenqiu waved his hand to keep the people behind him away and walked into the pavilion. , while slowly undoing his belt.

The cold wind blew the slowly burning clear sandalwood into Wei Zengqiu's breath. Although Wei Zengqiu knew that there was something wrong with the lit incense burner, he thought that he would have to go with the flow and smell it. More able to prove his identity as a victim.

"Chunyu, this prince is here."

The hearty voice had a hint of an unknown smile. In fact, if he did not want to alienate the trust between His Majesty Chu and his ministers, he would not have to marry Mr. Sumu. Besides, he himself did not like such a sinister method, so when Chu When Huang Ci married Su Mujun and Chu Yunyue, he had already planned to give up this original idea.

But he didn't want anyone to give him a chance. He could only say that this girl was destined to become his imperial concubine.

In just a few breaths, Wei Seng