Ten Thousand Postures of Whitewashing Master

Although he didn't pick up the weapon, Longque's strength was still able to take the initiative and seriously injured Feng Changhuan, who was far inferior to the previous Feng Changhuan.

The inhalation of flying dust into his lungs caused him to cough violently, and he was powerless to parry Long Que's pressing step by step, and he retreated in succession.

Seeing this situation, Yu Fuchen's subordinates were merciless and almost killed Longque.

Just at the moment when he was about to chop off with the knife, the dragon bird who turned his head and looked back suddenly raised the corner of his mouth towards him, showing an extremely sly smile, so that Yu Fuchen was distracted for a moment, gave him room to escape, and disappeared in an instant .

So far, it was not an escape. After avoiding a few steps, Longque appeared behind the two of them again, raised his hand to recall the long blade bound by the chain, and raised his fingers to flick off the dust on it.

Feng Changhuan was still coughing badly, covering his mouth with his hands, and the corners of his eyes were also stained red with tears. Seeing that something was wrong, Yu Fuchen patted his back for him and questioned the proudly smiling Longque.

"What did you do to him!!"

"Like I said, I didn't come here to play with you this time. Since he blocked the way, it is only natural that he will be punished."

"Xueyu common people?!"

"Smart, but he can't protect himself now, do you still have the energy to manage others?"

Longque smiled, swung the chain vigorously and carried the long blade to his shoulder, left a sneer before turning and leaving.

Yu Fuchen still wanted to chase the man, but just as Feng Changhuan let go, the man groaned in pain again, and then blood flowed from between his fingers.

Before he could ask, the man's body limp and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Long Huan! Long Huan!!"

Ignoring Long Que, Yu Fuchen picked up Feng Changhuan and shook his shoulders, but there was no response.

This place is close to the Prince's Mansion, so he had no choice but to bring people to Ming Si Nian for help.

Just now Bai Zhezhou was also seriously injured, and with Xuannan's support, he reluctantly got down from the tower, seeing Feng Changhuan like this, he thought it was a dragon sparrow attacking again, unexpectedly that person's reaction was really weird.

Feng Changhuan leaned against Yu Fuchen and didn't move. He didn't see any trauma on his body, but his mouth was bleeding profusely.

Hearing the news, Ming Si Nian came to see the situation and immediately took the pulse, and then his expression changed drastically, and he ordered someone to vacate a vacant room to accommodate the person, and sent away the idlers, leaving only Yu Fuchen alone.

"Master, this is not an injury, but a disease."

"Sick?? He was fine before, why did he get sick all of a sudden?!"

"Tell me what happened just now."

After explaining the details before and after meeting Longque, Ming Sinian's face became even more ugly, and Feng Changhuan was still vomiting blood, so he had to free his hand to press the man's chest.

"It's God's punishment!"

Yu Fuchen was a little astonished, "God's punishment??"

"Back then, the Nine Heavens Emperor Zun fought south and north, and would bring disasters and curses to those hard-to-conquer races, which was heaven's punishment. The world was also sanctioned by heaven's punishment. At that time, there was no harvest in the calamity year, and starvation was everywhere. , and the plague was born because the corpse was difficult to bury, and the symptoms are like this. The infected person vomited blood, and his body was getting weaker and weaker. I am afraid that if he stays here, the people who are temporarily staying in the prince's mansion will also be infected..."

"It shouldn't be like this."

"what?"

Yu Fuchen raised his eyes, his eyes were cold and frightening.

He held Feng Changhuan's hand, pulled him into his arms and wanted to take him away from here, but he saw Ming Sinian standing in front of the door.

"Longque originally wanted to harm those Xueyu people. He was the one who protected them from the disaster, but now he is afraid that he will spread the disease. It's ridiculous!"

"I'm not protecting those people, I'm protecting Master!!"

Ming Sinian realized that he was too emotional, and persuaded in a calm tone: "The dust spread by dragon sparrows is the source of the disease. In the final analysis, it is poison rather than disease. Even if Master blocks most of it, the remaining dust will still spread to all parts of the city. Anyone who comes into contact with it may be poisoned. But in the eyes of the common people, Master is the root of all evil. If you take him away at this time, you are not asking for it. Master has already fallen ill, so how can you let him bear the pressure from all sides?"

What he said was reasonable, Yu Fuchen took Feng Changhuan back to the bed after deliberation, stroked his chest to comfort him, afraid of disturbing his tranquility, asked in a low voice: "What effect does this poison have on people? life?"

"Cultivators have spiritual power and physical protection in their bodies, and they can recover in a few days. However, ordinary people have no roots, and only one person will die if they are invaded by poison. When they die, they will spread the virus again. Jiuchongtian's move is to disrupt the mortal world. I am worried Master will become the target of public criticism again."

Yu Fuchen frowned, thought for a long time before realizing it, and pointed to Si Nian, "You... are his apprentice?"

The other party nodded, and he pointed to himself again.

"Then I... am your master??"

"...?"

"Call Dad, come and listen."

"...!!!"

It just so happened that Bu Yinlou was knocking on the door, and at the right time, Ming Sinian could avoid this topic by sending in a blood-enriching soup. Seeing Yu Fuchen carefully feeding Feng Changhuan with the soup bowl, the two couldn't help but become suspicious:

"Did he really lose his memory? It can't be pretending..."

"I think it's probably because I want to take advantage of the young master..."

But Feng Changhuan's situation is not very optimistic. It is true that he woke up after drinking the medicine, but the reaction of vomiting blood became more and more severe. Even if he tried to restrain himself, he still couldn't do what he wanted.

Seeing that he was almost collapsed, Yu Fuchen could only try to use Linglili and Feng Changhuan to delay his illness.

After a while, Feng Changhuan, who had relieved the pain a little, finally opened his eyes. At this moment, he was still speechless, so he just grabbed Yu Fuchen's wrist tightly.

"You don't need to say anything, I know you are worried about the common people, but you are so sick, you always have to think about yourself. You can rest here temporarily to recuperate, leave the outside affairs to me, and you are not allowed to intervene."

After finishing speaking, he got up, asked Ming Si Nian to take care of the man and went out. Regarding this, Ming Yixian could only helplessly shrug his shoulders at his master.

Since he lost his memory, his attitude has become much tougher. He indeed has the temperament of a king, but compared to being an emperor, he seems to be more like a wild beast that has been stimulated.

When Yu Fuchen went out, the crowd had been waiting outside for a long time, and when they saw him show up, they immediately surrounded him, Xuannan anxiously asked: "I heard that he has awakened, how is the situation?"

"He has a deep foundation, so he didn't die because of it, but he suffered a lot."

The dragon sparrow came in menacingly, and everyone was unprepared. It is normal to be caught off guard. Regret is useless, and we must come up with a way to deal with it as soon as possible.

With arms folded across his chest, Yu Fuchen walked slowly to the front of the court. Someone moved a pear flower wooden chair like a dog, and he sat down respectfully, looking at the bewildered everyone present.

"What is the current strength of Xuewu City?"

Only the crown prince can answer this question.

Ming Gong Shang stepped forward and bowed his head. From the theory of the protective barrier to the Xuanjia guards, he deeply analyzed the current situation and advantages and disadvantages of Xueyu City, hitting the nail on the head.

"I'm a humble minister with limited ability. Even if the enchantment I set up covers the entire city, there are still weaknesses. Today, Longque easily broke into Xuewu City. It can be seen that my enchantment is simply vulnerable to Jiuchongtian. If you want to strengthen your defense, you can only set up more formation eyes to inject other people's spiritual power. But this will definitely weaken the strength of Xuewu City, and it will be difficult to confront people when the enemy army is attacking. It's one of the downsides."

What he said was well-founded, Yu Fuchen nodded in agreement.

"Even if we spend all our resources on the layout of the enchantment, it is only a matter of time before it is broken, and the gain outweighs the loss. Does the prince have a solution to this problem?"

"Back to Dijun, my enchantment is not aimed at Jiuchongtian, but the forces with ulterior motives in the twelve prefectures of the cultivation world. To put it bluntly, if Jiuchongtian wants to destroy the capital, Xueyu City will have no resistance, but facing the cultivation world, it is still not strong. There is a fight."

Yu Fuchen frowned slightly, unable to understand the meaning of his words, quietly opened the notes he had written before, and only after reading a few pages did he realize that Ming Gong Shang was alluding to the hostile forces headed by Wu Shandu and Daoxu.

"...You continue."

"Although the Xuanjia elite established by Weichen is composed of ordinary people, the Xuanjia can be powered by my spiritual power. These rigorously trained guards have excellent physical fitness, which is not inferior to monks under Tianji. That is Said, once the cultivating forces invade Xuewu City, we will never sit idly by, in order to protect our homeland, we will definitely fight to the end!"

In order to convince Yu Fuchen that his efforts were not in vain, the Ming Palace Merchant waved his hand to recruit his subordinates in black armor.

The imperial guard nodded slightly to Yu Fuchen, and the next moment he shot suddenly, stabbing a short dagger from his wrist and attacking Yu Fuchen, avoiding his vital points to show mercy, and rushed straight to his lower body.

What's so great about seeing this situation?After Yu Fuchen flipped back while rising and falling, the blade narrowly passed between his legs and struck directly under him, and the pear flower wooden chair was shattered on the spot!

Yu Fuchen, who was almost castrated, was still in shock when he landed, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. His crotch was still cold and there was a cool breeze, and he tore off the guard's helmet and shouted: "Just click it! You are trying to murder me!" !!"

Facing a face full of childishness, rotten to the point where the flesh turned out, Yu Fuchen didn't make a sound.

Ming Gong said: "Your Majesty, he is called Gou Wazi, and he did have a reason to murder you, but he is willing to put aside the grievances with you and Concubine Huan for the time being, and help Xuemi City to tide over the difficulties. In view of his loyalty Just forgive him this time."

With his stiff hands, Yu Fuchen put the helmet on Gouwazi's head again, and patted him on the shoulder.

Seeing that Ming Gongshang was as calm as an outsider from the beginning to the end, he stepped forward with his hands behind his back, wanting to see the expression on the man's head when he bowed his head, but he didn't want to have skin-to-skin contact with him, so he coughed and gave up.

"Prince Changming has done a good job, other than that, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Have."

"What's the matter."

Ming Gongshang raised his head and smiled at him, although his tone was calm, his face was slightly reddish.

He said, "Your Majesty, I am pleased with you."

On the tower in the distance, Chang Ming smiled and shook his head.

Gu Qingzhou poured tea for him, and asked with lowered eyes: "This is an unrequited love that is doomed to end without hope. Doesn't my emperor feel sorry for the prince?"

"Distressed? He never needed this kind of feeling of being given alms. On the contrary, to have this kind of courage before the battle is a desperate move."

"You know what that means."

"That's right, the feathermen of Tianxiang are not afraid of death, let alone dying for their obsessions. He is our son, and he is very much like the widow, and also like you."

"My emperor..."

Gu Qingzhou knelt at Chang Ming's feet, pillowed his legs, and accepted his caress obediently.

"If the palace merchant is gone, what should I do?"

"Qingzhou, you, and me."

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