I heard His Highness has supernatural powers

In the dark night, a horse galloped towards the city like crazy. , Fu Yun, who was riding on horseback, had a gloomy face that almost dripped water.

Not long after he arrived in Xicheng, he received a letter from his subordinates who were stationed in the county.

The county town was captured by refugees, and Xuanjing, the county guard and others were in crisis.

In an instant, he was in a hurry and was about to turn his horse's head and drive to the county city.But when he thought of the serious consequences of doing so, he had no choice but to forcefully suppress the worries and tensions in his heart.It wasn't until he had killed a large number of rioting refugees that he had no time to breathe, so he left the guards who were brought to Xicheng by him, and left alone.

The night is long, and the horse gallops wildly.

Originally, it took him four hours to walk according to the normal pace, but it only took him two hours.The anxiety in his heart seemed to burn a raging fire, which almost burned his patience to death.He wished he could appear in front of Xuanjing immediately.For some reason, he always had a bad premonition in his heart, and this premonition made him experience the kind of deep-rooted fear again.A fear of losing something.

Under the moonlight, Fu Yun's face was horribly pale, and his usually bright and clear amber eyes were now like the sea in the dark night, dead silent and gloomy.

The horse quickly stopped at the gate of the Sheriff's Mansion.Fu Yun didn't care to look at the messy gate of the Sheriff's Mansion, which was different from the past, and hurried in.The front yard of the Sheriff's Mansion was empty, only a few soldiers guarded there, and one of them was Steward Wang who was next to Wang Chengyang.

When Fu Yun saw Steward Wang, he immediately went up to him: "Where is Your Highness?"

Wang Steward saw Fu Yun coming back for the first time, and there was a moment of embarrassment on his face, but he quickly adjusted his mood, lowered his head and sighed, and did not reply.

Fu Yun was so anxious that he grabbed the hem of his clothes, not caring about the disguise at all, glared fiercely at Wang Guanjia and said, "Where is he?!"

Frightened by the murderous look in Fu Yun's eyes, Steward Wang stammered: "His...His Highness is in the house."

After the words fell, Fu Yun threw Steward Wang forward: "Lead the way!"

Steward Wang glanced at him timidly, bowed and said, "Yes, Mr. Fu, please."

Butler Wang's attitude made Fu Yun's panic grow bigger and bigger, but on the surface he still looked calm, only the clenched fists in his sleeves revealed his nervousness and uneasiness at the moment.The two soon came to a room in the backyard.In the middle of the huge room, there is a person.The man was lying on a stretcher covered with a white cloth.From head to toe, there is no gap.The cold moonlight shone on the white cloth, as if covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

So cold.

Only the dead do that.

The moment he saw this scene, Fu Yun's mind exploded.All rationality, revenge, and court all disappeared.Only the familiar figure covered in white cloth remained in the world.

With a pale face, he walked towards the stretcher step by step.Every step is very slow and very difficult.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally walked up to the man.The moment he approached, all the strength in his body seemed to disappear.He knelt on the ground with empty eyes, staring at the man covered with white cloth, trembling all over.

How can it be?It was fine in the afternoon, why is this happening?No, it must be fake.It must be Wang Chengyang's trick.He warned himself, the blood in his body was still turning cold inch by inch.He closed his eyes, finally took a deep breath, and lifted the white cloth, until the familiar face came into view, until he checked carefully and repeatedly, but could not see any trace of disguise——

The light in the depths of his eyes suddenly went out.

Fu Yun stared blankly at Xuan Jing's corpse, as if he had turned into a sculpture.Just knelt and sat quietly, motionless.

Steward Wang who was not far away was startled, feeling that the current Fu Yun seemed to be different from the usual Fu Yun.But looking at his sad appearance, it seems that he has a long friendship with His Highness the Fifth Highness.Sure enough, it was the right choice to get rid of Fu Yun after getting rid of His Highness.Thinking of the future plan, a fierce light flashed in the bottom of Wang Butler's eyes.

And Fu Yun who was kneeling beside Xuan Jing suddenly stood up.He turned around slowly, lowered his head and pulled out the sword at his waist, muttering something in his mouth.

"Why...you..."

Butler Wang, who didn't hear clearly, took two steps forward curiously: "Master Fu, what did you say?"

Fu Yun suddenly raised his head, that delicate and gentle face was covered with hatred and endless killing intent: "I said, he is dead, why are you still alive?!"

Surprised by Fu Yun's surging killing intent, Steward Wang subconsciously took two steps back, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet: "Fu...Master Fu, calm down."

However, in the next instant, the sword at his waist was already on his neck like lightning.Butler Wang screamed in fright and almost fainted.Just when he thought he was dying, a "chichi" sound came from not far away.

The silver sword stopped just like that.It stopped at a hair's length from his neck.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and Steward Wang saw a strange red bird fly to Fu Yun's shoulder.The moment Fu Yun saw the strange bird, his dead and gloomy eyes lit up instantly.

The sword against his neck fell to the ground.Steward Wang, whose legs were weak from fright, also fell to the ground, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.At that moment just now, he was so frightened by Fu Yun that he forgot to breathe.

Fu Yun grabbed the red strange bird and said out of control, "You must have a way, right!? Save him, please save him!!!" Ye Fu Yun, who had never begged anyone, actually said The word "beg" was added.

The caught little red bird seemed to be nodding, Fu Yun's spirit was shaken, he picked up Xuan Jing's body and flew away with the little red bird.It took a while for Butler Wang, who was sitting on the ground, to come back to his senses, and he got up and chased him out.Then in the huge courtyard, where is there even the slightest shadow of Fu Yun?

***

Fu Yun did not leave the Sheriff's Mansion, but carried Xuan Jing's body to his and Xuan Jing's hut.Once inside the house, the little red chicken dared to speak: "Brother Fu Yun, don't be sad, this is not Uncle Xingchen. This is a dummy, a fake!"

Fu Yun, who was holding the corpse of "Xuan Jing", was startled. After the extreme despair, there was a burst of hope.The combination of ice and fire made his brain go blank for a moment.After regaining his senses, he managed to regain his composure, but his face was still as pale as paper: "What's going on? Where is he? What's going on with this dummy?"

He looked down at the cold corpse in his arms, frowning deeply.The person in the arms is clearly the same as Xuan Jing, and there is no trace of disguise.How could it be a dummy?But when you think about the origin of the little red chicken, this strange thing seems to make sense.

With a wave of the little red chicken, a letter appeared on the little wings: "You will know after reading the letter. Uncle Xingchen asked me to hand it to you."

Fu Yun hurriedly took the letter and read it carefully.After reading it, he almost laughed at Xuan Jing's boldness.However, in order to cooperate with Xuan Jing's plan, he still adjusted his mood as soon as possible.According to the instructions in the letter, I came to a rockery in the yard.There, he did see a carrier pigeon.There was still an unopened bamboo tube hanging around the neck of the carrier pigeon.There was a little sparrow standing next to the carrier pigeon. When the little sparrow saw Fu Yun, it immediately chirped a few words, and then jumped to the side.

This kind of carrier pigeon is very common in the Han Dynasty, and it is usually used as a communication tool for communicating with people far away.While Fu Yun was shocked that the carrier pigeon would actually follow Xuan Jing's instructions to stay here, he quickly removed the small bamboo tube from the carrier pigeon's neck.The little red chicken stood on his shoulder and said: "Uncle Xingchen is so powerful, he can subdue these little birds."

Before thinking about it, Xuan Jing and he found the bandit leader's den under the leadership of the owl.Fu Yun's eyes flickered slightly.He didn't have time to pay attention to the little red chicken. He returned to the house with the bamboo tube, studied the ink in a hurry, copied a new letter according to the handwriting of the letter in the bamboo tube, and then stamped the end with the trick of forging seals in the rivers and lakes. .Soon, an identical new letter came out.The original letter was hidden by Fu Yun.

After doing this, he stuffed the new letter into the small bamboo tube around the pigeon's neck, sealed the bamboo tube with sealing mud, and checked it several times to make sure there was nothing unusual before releasing the pigeon.The light gray pigeon flapped its wings and flew into the night sky, and disappeared after a while.

Fu Yun looked at the direction where the pigeon disappeared, his eyes sank.Thinking of the contents of the newly intercepted letter and the follow-up plan that Xuan Jing told him in the letter, he already vaguely guessed Xuan Jing's intention of this move.It's just... I'm afraid that Bai Ri Fu Yun will be a little unacceptable.

Seeing Fu Yun staring at the sky in silence, the little red chicken flew from the eaves to Fu Yun's shoulder, blinked and said, "Brother Fu Yun, what are you thinking?"

Fu Yun's tone was low: "I'm thinking that some fool will probably quarrel with your Uncle Xingchen after he knows his real purpose."

"Ah?" The little red chicken was stunned, completely unable to understand what Fu Yun was saying.

Seeing the silly look of the little red chicken, Fu Yun smiled lightly and nodded its little head: "During the day, Fu Yun will be taken care of by you. You must not tell him that Xuanjing is still alive."

"why?"

"Because he's too stupid to hide what's on his mind. If Wang Chengyang and others see something strange, Jing's plan will fall short." Fu Yun looked at the moonlight, narrowing his eyes slightly, "And I will never allow such a thing occur."

The little red chicken nodded half-understanding: "Okay, but what if he is very sad?"

Fu Yun turned around and paused, with a cold face on his face: "...he has to learn to face these things. This may not be a bad thing for him."

After he finished speaking, he walked into the house. At this moment, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a touch of red on the ground.Fu Yun's eyes were fixed, and he looked intently.After seeing that the red was actually a red petal, his face changed drastically.Striding over, stooping to pick it up, Fu Yun stared at the petals in his hand, and smiled angrily: "Heh~ It's a unicorn again. Very good, it seems that the old and new debts can be settled together."

He clenched his fist with a sneer, and let go again. The petals in his hand had turned into red dust and drifted away with the wind.