Feng Jiuqing choked. She didn't expect this. She just really felt that the palace was very boring.

Although Nangong Ling always had people staring at her when she was in the Great Yan Dynasty, and she did not have the freedom to do things, it was better than not being able to go anywhere and having to stay in a cage like a canary.

Bar.

"Just pretend I didn't say anything." She looked away and stopped talking.

Naturally, Sherman would not take the initiative to mention it.

Feng Jiuqing could feel that after Sherman helped her regulate her body, her body seemed to become clear all of a sudden.

She took a deep breath and suddenly had a bold idea.

"Sherman, have you ever taught others your voodoo skills?" Her medical skills were passable, but she didn't know anything about voodoo.

I just saw Sherman working on these things here, and suddenly I came up with this idea. There is nothing wrong with learning more.

But Sherman rejected her, "Why do young masters learn this? Learning voodoo requires a strong will to control one's selfishness. This is more complicated than voodoo itself. I don't think young master has such ability."

He packed his box slowly, "Besides, I swore a long time ago that I would never accept another apprentice."

I don't know what he went through. Since he no longer accepts disciples, Feng Jiuqing doesn't make things difficult for him. She is still very curious about Gu.

Those books were banned in the Yan Dynasty, but not necessarily in the Western Regions, so she settled for the next best thing.

After sending Sherman away, he asked Man Yue to find a pile of books for her.

While she was reading, a group of men in black left Feng Xiye's study and quietly headed to the border.

At midnight, there were soldiers patrolling the camp.

Nangong Ling, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at the top of the tent, as if he had not yet completely extracted himself from the dream just now.

He heard the noise outside, put on some clothes and just stood up, when a knife with a cold light was already placed on his neck.

"Finally we took advantage of the opportunity."

Nangong Ling was held hostage by the other party and retreated into the camp.

Xu Ruoying, who rushed over in a hurry, drew her sword and pointed it at the masked assassin, "Bold assassin, you actually attack me, the general of the Great Yan Dynasty. I think you are tired of living."

The assassin sneered, "Who is tired of living? You'd better put away the weapons in your hands, otherwise you will scare me. I just need to move my fingers lightly, your Highness Prince Sheng of the Yan Dynasty, can

There will be blood splattered on the spot.”

Xu Ruoying was bluffing, and upon hearing this, she quickly put down the weapon in her hand.

Nangong Ling remained silent. He was carefully observing the surrounding environment and trying to find a way to escape on his own.

But these assassins came to kill him. When Xu Ruoying and others put down their weapons and held Nangong Ling hostage, they started to wipe Nangong Ling's neck.

With a strong force of his hand, the blade swiped across Nangong Ling's neck, and he could even feel the blood flowing out of the wound.

Soon enough, he endured the sharp pain in his neck, grabbed the blade with his bare hands, and snatched the weapon from the assassin's hand.

The other party didn't seem to expect that Nangong Ling would make such a move. After being stunned for a moment, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"You are indeed the backbone of the Great Yan Dynasty, which is admirable, but today we are here to kill you."

One assassin took out a dagger with his backhand, while the other held a dagger and started fighting with Nangong Ling. The sound of swords clashing filled the air.

Others wanted to help, but there were other assassins around. They couldn't get close to Nangong Ling, and naturally they couldn't find a suitable breakthrough from the tight movements.

Although Nangong Ling has great martial arts skills, in the current situation, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and she is at a disadvantage.

One of the assassins took advantage of Nangong Ling's lack of attention and quickly stabbed him in the abdomen, pushed him into the tent, and threw the oil lamp inside the tent on the tent.

Soon, Nangong Ling's camp burst into flames.

It was An Qi who was the first to react, "Why are you all standing there in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and save people?"

Nangong Ling covered her chest, feeling that the blood was continuously flowing out from the abdomen on her hands, and her body's temperature was gradually draining away.

He hasn't gone to the Western Regions to bring back his beloved, how could he die?

The firelight illuminated his face, and he climbed out of the fire in the tent with just one breath.

But the fire was very strong, and besides the stab wounds on his body, there were also scars caused by the fire.

The Western Regions Assassin, who thought he had completed his mission, had returned to the Western Regions under the cover of night and reported his achievements to Feng Xiye with added embarrassment.

Feng Xiye was not complacent because of the reports of his subordinates. He looked at several of his subordinates and asked, "Did you really see Nangong Ling die?"

Several people looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to say something for sure.

In this way, there is nothing else Feng Xiye doesn't understand.

He picked up the inkstone on the table with his backhand and threw it at them, "You can't even kill anyone, so you won't be alive either."

"Sir!" Several people panicked and quickly begged for mercy, "Sir, please forgive me. Nangong Ling will definitely not survive after suffering such serious injuries. We can guarantee that."

Feng Xiye just sneered, "I don't want your guarantee, I just want Nangong Ling's life. Since you can't do it yourself, you can't let me do it myself, right?"

Although she said this, Feng Xiye had already had some thoughts in her heart.

"Okay, go down and get your punishment."

Several people saw that Feng Xiye did not really have murderous intentions towards them, so they crawled away from Feng Xiye's study. When Feng Xiye turned around, they found that Feng Jiuqing was standing in his yard at some point.

, looking at him quietly at the moment.

He frowned and quickly opened the door and came out, "Who provoked you again?"

Just because the last time Feng Jiuqing entered his yard was because someone was careless and offended Feng Jiuqing, this time Feng Xiye also took it for granted.

"You sent people to kill Nangong Ling again." This is an affirmative sentence.

Feng Jiuqing had not been bullied, and she had nothing special to ask him for. She was just studying the pile of Gu books that Man Yue had found for her when she suddenly saw a few black figures entering Feng Xiye's yard.

Out of curiosity, I came over to take a look.

She was just stating the facts, but in Feng Xiye's ears, these words became an accusation.

"What? Are you feeling distressed?"

Feng Jiuqing didn't feel bad, nor did she want to explain anything to Feng Xiye. She turned around and walked out the door.

She turned her back to Feng Xiye and said, "If you hadn't sent me to the Great Yan Dynasty, I wouldn't have known Nangong Ling."

"If your sister hadn't been poisoned by love, I wouldn't be like this. Everything happened because of you brothers and sisters, but you can just blame everything on Nangong Ling as if nothing happened."
Chapter completed!