Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

"Your Majesty …" The person behind him paused for a moment, as if he had made up his mind. Suddenly, he changed his tone, and he became extremely cautious. "Your Majesty, didn't you always ask this old man what the story between the late Emperor and Madam Xi was like?"

Yan Han's actions immediately stopped, he turned around and stared at the person who came over, "Sir, what did you say?"

The person who replied was the old man whom Yan Han had interviewed in private.

He was also Yan Han's emperor's master, and Yan Zihao's proud advisor.

"Yes, this old man is willing to say it. Although saying it will harm the late emperor's reputation, but …" But this old man truly, truly does not wish for His Majesty to repeat the same mistakes! " The old man looked at Yan Han and said with determination, "Your Majesty, when I see the present Miss Yi, it is as though I have seen the Lady Xi! Day and night, this old man has been feeling fear for His Majesty.

The light in Yan Han's eyes flickered.

Feng Jiu's surname was Feng.

However, the place he lived in happened to be the Fallen Phoenix Mountain Manor.

This was originally a very unlucky thing, and ordinary people would not do such a thing. However, because the main character was Feng Jiu, the people of the world took it for granted.

If one day Feng Jiu played his cards according to common sense, the sun would rise from the west.

It was just after the new year.

The red lanterns of the Fallen Phoenix Mountain Manor had yet to be taken off.

One by one, branches filled the courtyard. There were small pavilions and pavilions, and the pavilions and pavilions were very unique.

Under the lanterns, Feng Jiu sat in a rocking chair in the yard. He was shaking without any movement, and his expression was languid. His pair of smoke like indifferent eyes were faintly narrowing. He had just clearly seen a ray of light in this world. A hazy streak of light.

Why do you need to see it clearly?

"Mister Feng!" An exasperated shout came from behind him.

Feng Jiu sighed to himself.

It was such a good spring day, yet it was about to be destroyed by someone else.

Sure enough, not long after, someone angrily ran in front of Feng Jiu. Although his stance was respectful, his voice was not the slightest bit disrespectful, "Mister Feng!"

Feng Jiu unwillingly opened his eyes. Although the man in front of him was handsome, his expression made it seem as if someone owed him a thousand times over.

"Changing the Sword, can't you just call for me?" Feng Jiu sighed, "My ears will be deafened by you sooner or later."

Yi Jian was embarrassed, but he soon became righteous again. He bent down and bowed towards Feng Jiu, holding back his anger, "Teacher Feng, please go and see your highness. Your highness has been unconscious for three days and three nights. If this goes on, I'm afraid there will be some accident with Yi Jian …"

"Are you a doctor, or am I a doctor?" Feng Jiu rolled his eyes and rudely interrupted him.

Yi Jian straightened himself and answered seriously, "Naturally, Mr. Feng is a doctor."

"That's right. This is my Falling Phoenix Mountain Villa, and I'm also a doctor. So, I'm begging you, please let me have some peace and quiet." Feng Jiu's face was helpless. His expression was tired and light as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

Yi Jian bit his lips, lowered his head and did not reply. He stood stubbornly in front of Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu could not be bothered with him and continued to meditate with his eyes closed.

However, after lying down for a while, he realized that he didn't feel as comfortable as before.

Feng Jiu's health was not good, and he was already scared to begin with. Currently, the spring sun, which originally did not have much heat, was tightly covered by Yi Jian's tall figure. There was no comfort at all.

He could only open his eyes once more, sighing helplessly. Then, he stood up and said, "Let's go."

Yi Jian was stunned for a moment before rejoicing and followed Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu walked very slowly. He didn't forget to water the flowers and feed the fish along the way.

Yi Jian did not dare rush her, but obediently followed behind with an anxious expression on his face.

Feng Jiu was currently at the most easternmost garden of the Fallen Phoenix Mountain Manor.

He Lan Xue lived in the southernmost wing of the Fallen Phoenix Mountain Villa.

Along the way, they passed through countless corridors, brushed flowers through the willow, and greeted countless people. It was unknown just how long they walked for as Feng Jiufang slowly moved to the entrance of He Lan Xue's room.

Yi Jian was already fuming with anxiety.

Just as Feng Jiu was about to open the door, his hand suddenly stopped.

Yi Jian's heart was about to leap out of his throat.

It was unknown whether the prince was dead or alive. He was sent here for three days and three nights, but Feng Jiu didn't care. He spent all day in the sun, drank tea, and played chess with his own wife.

Of course, she would not be bored enough to play chess with him. It was possible that he would sleep with her.

Yi Jian shook his head as he thought about it, "Why would I think of an imperial concubine? It's a sin to be blasphemous like that."

However, Feng Jiu's attitude really made Yi Jian anxious.

Now, he was finally willing to pay a visit to his prince, but he just barely stopped at the door. How could Yi Jian not be driven mad!

"Mister Feng …" Yi Jian gave a probing cry.

Feng Jiu slowly turned around and casually said, "It seems that it's time to eat lunch. Why don't we eat first?"

"Mister Feng!" Yi Jian wanted to hack at him.

"Martial Lord, are you hungry?" Feng Jiu ignored him. With a calm and unhurried expression, he slowly asked.

Yi Jian was stunned as he looked at Feng Jiu in confusion.

"In that case, I seem to be a bit hungry." An old and naive reply came from behind Yi Jian.

Yi Jian turned his head, looking at the person who came out from the ground in shock.

His hair was disheveled, his face disheveled, and his clothes tattered. His face was full of the ravines of time; this was the Martial Lord.

"Why are you … Why are we still here! " Yi Jian clearly remembered that when he first saw the Martial Lord bringing along the dying He Lanxue out of the tunnel, he had finally caught up to them and with great difficulty beat the Martial Lord away and saved the Prince before quickly galloping back to the Fallen Phoenix Mountain Manor.

How could he appear here out of thin air?

Could it be that the Martial Lord had never left this place?

Yi Jian tried his best to recall the situation where he saved the prince. It was indeed a little strange, since he was not a match for the Martial Lord. Unexpectedly, the Martial Lord stopped his attack, acted as if he thought about it, and then turned around and left.

So it was just a fake gesture.

Yi Jian blamed himself: was he getting more and more useless?

"Don't blame yourself." Feng Jiu seemed to have seen through Yi Jian's thoughts. He slowly walked in front of Yi Jian, patted his shoulder, and earnestly said: "Young man, you are still young. You are weaker than Master Wu. It is very natural."

Yi Jian pursed his lips but did not reply.

"You don't have to be nervous either." Sensing that his subordinate's body was shrinking, Feng Jiu's words finally sped up a little. He explained, "The reason why I didn't come to see the prince these past few days was because I didn't want to disturb the Martial Lord's healing process."

"The Martial Lord healed the Prince's injuries?" Yi Jian was still on guard as he looked at the old man in front of him, confused.

"That's right. Although his healing technique did not help his Royal Highness and only aggravated his injuries, once he was interrupted in the middle of his injuries, I'm afraid it would be even more unmanageable." Feng Jiu sighed and said, "Tell me, how can there be so many people who do wrong out of good intentions in this world? However, those who think they are good people, the mistakes they make are much worse than those who intentionally do bad things."

Yi Jian was confused by these words. He looked at the Martial Lord and then at Feng Jiu, confused.

Martial Lord also stared with widened eyes, feeling wronged and wronged.

"When you just sent the prince over, I already discovered a very strange kind of true energy within his body. That kind of true energy is very unique and is not something an ordinary person has." When you just sent the king over, I already discovered a very strange kind of true energy within his body. However, ten or so years ago, the other two people had disappeared along with Madam Ling. As for the one who remains, that would naturally be the Martial Lord. " Feng Jiu saw Yi Jian was perplexed, so he explained mercifully, "Therefore, I specifically observed him for the night. When he arrived, I saw Lord Wu sneaking into the prince's room and continuing to channel his true energy to him."

"He sent true energy to the prince?" Yi Jian opened his eyes wide and cried out in disbelief.

"Does this zhenqi not work? Or is this kid too useless? " Martial Lord rubbed his head, tilted it and seriously asked Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu endured his laughter and patiently replied: "It's not that the person with the highest level of true energy will have better stamina; true energy lies in the Exemplary Mastery. The prince has already sunk his remaining poison into his bones, and he needs someone to use true energy to slowly expel his poison gas, not to simply use his true energy to suppress it."

Martial Lord still looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Yi Jian understood what was going on and his face filled with worry.

Sure enough, Feng Jiu spread out his hands and made a helpless gesture, as he said lightly: "Originally, although it was a bit troublesome, Your Highness still has a way to cure it. Even if Zong Hua Tuo were to be reincarnated, there would be no way out. "

Ah!" Upon hearing these words, Yi Jian and the Martial Lord were stunned.

Then, Yi Jian unhesitatingly turned around to draw his sword. His moves were sharp and fierce as he swiftly attacked the Martial Lord.

He had already come to the conclusion that the Martial Lord had intentionally caused the death of the Prince.

Naturally, Martial Lord was not willing to be beaten up for nothing. He struck out with his palm, making it seem as if his defense was tight. The wind created by the palm strike whistled through the air.

Feng Jiu couldn't be bothered to care about them, he was just brushed by the wind from the palm, he covered his mouth and coughed for a while. Then, he confidently pushed open the door and walked into He Lan Xue's room.

They were allowed to fight on their own turf.

In the room, He Lan Xue was lying on the bed, unconscious. However, her face didn't have the pale complexion of a seriously ill patient. Instead, it was dark red like a flower blooming in the middle of summer.

"Sigh, it's about time for you to wake up." Feng Jiu sat on the edge of the bed, looked at He Lan Xue and said in a familiar tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, He Lan Xue's eyes trembled and then slowly opened.

Amber eyes, dark as pebbles in the water.

"The prince is awake?" Feng Jiu politely asked.

He Lan Xue turned her head. When she saw Feng Jiu, he raised his hand to support his forehead and softly asked, "Why are you here?"

"Your highness has already been unconscious for three days, it was Yi Jian who sent your highness to my villa." Feng Jiu replied, "This is the Fallen Phoenix Mountain Manor."

"Oh." He Lan Xue wasn't surprised. Her expression was indifferent. Besides having a trace of weakness in her breath, she was also quite calm and composed.