Chapter 842: The emperor loves to listen to stories told in this palace (53)
After all, after tracking that day, not only he and Xiang Xing, but even Liu Feng noticed that the insidious internal aura in the surrounding air was already very weak.
Because of this, the innocent King Anyang was still kept in the dark...
And I'm getting impatient.
Because of the serious epidemic situation before, even if he was forced to be placed in the camp by the emperor's brother, sitting in a chair to fill the scene, showing that Lu Wantian waited for him, he did not dare to complain.
Now that the epidemic is under control, he is still tied to this chair and cannot leave for half a step.
I wanted to have a good chat with the emperor's brother and sister-in-law, but the two took a group of people to another epidemic area, and he couldn't see it at all.
Thinking of Ling Luo still waiting for him in Southern Xinjiang, and the master’s injury is not known to him, he is helpless...
First Lian felt depressed in her heart.
I dare not say, I can only continue to suffer.
Just as he drank a few cups of trouble tea in a gloomy mood.
Suddenly, there was a strange movement outside the small tent.
There was a sudden pause for the first ripple, and in the next second, a dazzling silver light suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes.
I saw a dart flying in from the small window at an extremely fast speed.
And this dart master's internal strength was so high that even the shadow guards around him hadn't noticed even the busy Liufeng not far away.
He scoffed and nailed it dullly to the wooden shelf beside him.
"..."
The first ripple was dumbfounded, and quickly took the dart off and pinched it at his fingertips.
I was extremely excited.
He didn't know the origin of this dart.
This is the dart used by his teacher to inform the news!
Thinking about it, the man couldn't help looking around.
After confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he put his back on the account door with peace of mind, bowed slightly, and used internal force to break the small flower dart in half.
Sure enough, there is a small piece of paper hidden in the hollow inside of the flower dart.
It is the handwriting of my master.
——"Lian'er, where have you been? Don't you want to save Ling Luo?!"
——"If you still want to save Lingluo, you should go back to Yelangshan as a teacher! The spies reported that Lingluo had been forced to death in the past few days to keep Qingbai from the hands of the king of Southern Xinjiang. If you do not come again, she is afraid that she will Can't hold it anymore!"
That stroke was too dazzling, the last line of words that seemed extremely shocking, could not help making the heart of First Lian suddenly flustered.
Ayara over there...
He is really unstoppable!
Thinking of this, the man felt a great confidence from nowhere, and he couldn't help but get up and walked out of the tent quickly.
Unfortunately, just as he walked to the entrance of the camp, Liu Feng stepped up and blocked his way.
"Second son, there is an order from the Lord, without his permission, you are not allowed to leave our camp for half a step."
"...Well, you are the wind!"
Looking at that cold face, knowing his identity, but still showing no respect at all, the first line almost vomited blood with anger.
The resentment and anger that had been accumulated for a long time these days finally broke out in an instant.
"Liu Feng, for your rudeness, this king has tolerated you for a long time!"
He couldn't help taking two quick steps forward, violently pulling up Liu Feng's front.
Growled, "Also, this king tells you, I just want to leave the camp today! Even if the emperor comes back, I won't be able to stop me!"
"...The subordinate can only offend!"
Liu Feng didn't have the time to play Tai Chi with the little prince, squinted his eyes coldly, and made moves without hesitation.