Yan Sanlang felt nervous when he heard this.

Sister Ping said on the side: "The Concubine Yu is in great pain, I'm afraid it's difficult to move."

The two of them looked at each other and felt it was difficult to deal with it. There was still a long way to go from the Iron Mansion to the Royal Palace. There was already a shocking incident in the palace. Yu Taifei could not have any more accidents.

"Quickly ask the Imperial Doctor Zhang." One of the guards seemed to have made up his mind, "I will go back to the palace to report first. If Concubine Yu's condition has not improved, you should take it back to the palace for treatment. Don't delay it!" Then he said to the housekeeper, "What the Concubine has eaten and used, you must record everything, and don't throw it away!"

"Yes, yes." The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked someone to find Doctor Zhang.

"You lead the way." Another guard followed Sister Ping to Hongshi Tower.

Yan Sanlang hid behind the tree and felt something was wrong: It was not that coincidental that he wanted to take Concubine Yu out, but Concubine Yu was sick?

Qiansui also said: "You can't waste time here. Go to Red Stone Tower, the closer you are, the better. I have to find a way to sneak in."

The Glazed Lamp was severely damaged, and her cultivation level decreased. The maximum range from the Mu Lingling was reduced again, from the original radius of two miles to less than fifty feet (160 meters).

Yan Sanlang nodded, picked up black cloth to cover his face, and went to the Red Stone Tower under the cover of gables and plants. His movements must be fast, otherwise the people would come after hearing the news. The here was full of people, which was even more unfavorable to his actions.

But he slipped out less than fifteen feet and felt a needle on his back, as if someone was staring at him!

There is still someone in the dark!

This shock is really amazing.

Yan Sanlang is different from Qiansui. His cultivation has not declined, but he just needs to try his best to maintain his heartbeat. Since he entered the Guiyuan Realm, his level of ears, eyes, and spiritual sense has reached a higher level, and there is a bug in the cedar gnawing at the heart of the tree, which he can hear clearly.

But he had no idea about the existence of that person in the dark?

Yan Sanlang suddenly turned around and looked at the rockery.

Seeing that there was no one around, he asked softly: "Who is coming out!"

This sound of intimidation not only brought him up a steel short sword in his hand. In order to hide his identity, what he showed was neither the precious sword of the Red Swallow nor the resentment wooden sword, but just the most ordinary weapon.

"I won't come out again, I'll do it!"

In such a short moment, the young man was convinced that the other party was also an uninvited guest of the Iron Mansion. If he had a fuss, neither party would be able to make any good things.

Sure enough, someone turned out from behind the rockery, pulled off the masked black scarf, and waved at him again.

This person, Yan Sanlang, looks so familiar.

Duanfang?

Qiansui said "Huh" long, and his words were infinitely surprised: "He did what he did here!"

And he took off his face towel and waved to Yan Sanlang again. Did he recognize him?

The boy stood by the tree without moving.

Duan Fang raised his hand, pointed at his ring finger, and then raised his chin at his head.

Yan Sanlang raised his left hand and looked at it: ring finger... storage ring...

Yes, although he was covering his face, the ring on his hand did not change. Duan Fang had been with him for many days, and based on his careful personality, he could identify his owner by the style of the storage ring at a glance.

This is not a secret of Yan Sanlang. I really didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in the Iron Mansion.

He sighed in his heart, walked over and whispered: "Why are you here?"

“Same question.”

The two of them have their own ulterior motives, so how could they tell the truth?

Yan Sanlang and Duan Fang looked at each other, their eyes floating, and they instantly turned all kinds of thoughts.

Showdown, or turn against each other, or...?

Yan Sanlang suddenly spoke: "Why not?"

Coincidentally, Duan Fang also said: "Each doing his own thing?"

Both of them closed their mouths, looked at each other carefully a few times, and nodded at the same time.

Since they are all intruders and since they all sneak into the Iron Mansion with ulterior motives, it is best not to interfere with each other.

Duan Fang immediately took a step back.

Yan Sanlang saw that he was about to jump out of the rockery, so he quickly asked more questions:

"Does Yu Taifei and Mrs. Mu still have any help?"

These two people suddenly became acute, but Duan Fang appeared here, and Yan Sanlang easily linked the two together.

Duan Fang paused under her feet, looked at him with a tilted head and shrugged.

What does this mean?

Before Yan Sanlang could figure it out, he exerted force on his toes and had already jumped over the high wall and disappeared.

After all, this place is just the Taifu Mansion, not the heavily guarded palace.

"What should I do now?" Qiansui was also very angry, "Cancel the action? Duan Fang has seen you."

"No, at least look at the situation of Concubine Yu." Yan Sanlang still turned around and headed towards the Hongshi Tower. "Duan Fang did not deny it, which means that something happened to Concubine Yu was related to him. If he took action, Concubine Yu would not be able to pass the level of Concubine Yu."

King Desheng asked him to visit Concubine Jade. If everyone died, would you still visit a ghost?

He climbed over several walls in succession, bypassed the guard and his servants, and quietly jumped to the top of a building: "Although Duan Fang was knocked out of his whereabouts, there is no need to worry about him exposing it." Yan Sanlang calmed down in a blink of an eye, "He is also a sneaky person."

Qiansui sighed: "The trouble is, I don't know what ruthless tricks he has taken to Wu Shuyu."

While speaking, Yan Sanlang had already arrived at Hongshi Tower. The room was brightly lit and there were voices, so he could not find where the owner was.

The boy lay on the roof, gently uncovered the two tiles, and looked down against the light.

This time he was finally lucky, and his observation angle happened to be facing a huge brocade bed.

Two women, one old and one young, were curled up.

"That's Mrs. Mu." Qiansui glanced at it and said, "They were poisoned, and Wu Shuyu was still a little gentle."

Although there was someone blocking the bedside, Yan Sanlang could also see the patient's face. In addition to Wu Shuyu, another coma old woman must be Mrs. Mu.

Her face was swollen and foam came out of the corners of her mouth from time to time. The maid, Sister Ping, stood aside and grabbed a handkerchief to wipe her.

Yan Sanlang's eyes were slightly condensed:

Mrs. Mu's saliva was transparent and a little blue. No wonder Qiansui insisted that she was poisoned.

Cyan?

Why does he feel familiar?

Mrs. Mu was already unconscious, and Concubine Yu was still awake, but she suffered even more. The room was filled with her painful whispers.

Her face was blocked by the maid, but Yan Sanlang could see her holding the quilt tightly with her hands, and her nails were almost poking several holes in the quilt.

Honeysuckle was so scared that she cried endlessly.

Yan Sanlang looked at Concubine Yu's nails and couldn't make a sound.

Others may not pay attention, but Yan Sanlang's insight was amazing and immediately identified the color of her nails incorrectly:

Water red, like oleander.

Fortunately, Concubine Yu did not apply her nails like Chitose, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see it.

He heard Sister Ping say again: "My face is a little swollen, what should I do? Will I send someone to invite the master?"

"Go, go." The housekeeper stepped in from outside, sweating all over his head, "But the master is coming to the palace today."
Chapter completed!