[Ordinary Man Quick Wear] There's something wrong with you, Son of Luck

Chapter 203: Becoming a Demonic Spy Obsessed with Gaoling Flower Tianzun (36)

Kunning Palace

Boom!

The priceless teacups were scattered all over the floor because of the owner's confused mood.

"What did you say? The General's Mansion... is gone? Father, mother, Xiao Heng, they are all dead?"

The eunuchs lowered their heads and dared not speak. Even though the empress had lost her family home in the general's mansion, no one dared to offend him as he was regarded as a person favored by heaven.

Feng Qijun grasped the handle of the chair tightly and tried his best to control his facial expression so as not to show hatred and resentment towards the eunuch belonging to Emperor Zhao Wen below!

Who was the real person behind the massacre in the General's Mansion? Except for the powerless people who were kept in the dark, the high-ranking officials all knew it like mirrors, but they kept silent.

Even though the Black-faced Imperial Master killed people without blinking an eye, he only killed those who had offended him.

The General's Mansion had no grudges against him, and those old foxes in the officialdom didn't believe that it was the Black-faced Imperial Master who massacred everyone in the General's Mansion.

But they are in the same boat with Emperor Wen of Zhao, and he still has the power over them, so they will prosper together and suffer together.

Emperor Zhao Wen ascended the throne and is now using thundering means to stabilize the real power. He intends to get rid of the national teacher and the general's office that are in the way at the same time. They know it in their hearts, but they can only remain silent in order to save their lives.

Feng Qijun suppressed his anger, sent the chief eunuch away, and drove all the servants out of Kunning Palace before he took a deep breath.

Then he hurried to the closed window and opened a small corner.

"Chirp, chirp!" A little red bird came into the room from the corner of the window, tilted its head and looked at Feng Qijun anxiously with its small eyes, using various strokes like a person to express something.

Feng Qijun nodded and frowned from time to time, as if he really understood what the little red bird meant.

"So, what you mean is... the Imperial Master is under siege, and Qi Heng is in trouble?!"

The young man slammed the table and stood up, his cheeks flushed with anger.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!" The little red bird nodded rapidly.

Feng Qijun lowered his voice and said, "Quick, take me there! Take the shortest way."

He pretended to be tired and ordered his servants to guard outside and not allow anyone to enter without being summoned. Then he locked the room alone, and as that was not enough, he locked it from the inside, changed into convenient clothes, and climbed out through the window.

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The carriage exploded, and two cultivators appeared at the same time. One of them had reached the late foundation building stage, while Tan Tai was only in the middle stage.

It took all of Tan Tai Yun Zheng's energy to support them alone.

He took a split second to send a message to Qi Heng, asking him to run first.

Qi Heng, knowing that he would only be a burden if he stayed, hummed softly, turned around and ran away.

The cultivators didn't even look at Qi Heng during the whole process, as if they were disdainful of associating with such an ordinary person with no cultivation and no status, and they even found it troublesome to look at him for even a second.

The more this happened, the more reassured Tan Tai Yun Zheng felt. This was also one of the reasons why he felt comfortable letting Qi Heng run alone.

A hard object in the forest scratched the upper of his shoe and pierced Qi Heng's foot. The pain spread throughout his limbs. Qi Heng groaned and dared not slow down.

I don’t know how long I ran, but my feet felt as heavy as lead and it was difficult to lift them up…

Sweat soaked his clothes on his back. When another stone tripped Qi Heng, the boy fell to the ground, no longer having the strength to get up.

"Qi Heng, you didn't have to suffer so much..."

The sudden voice behind him startled Qi Heng, "Who!?"

The footsteps gradually approached and finally stopped beside Qi Heng's thigh.

The distance was very close, and if the toe moved forward a little bit more, it would be able to kick Qi Heng's body.

What are you going to do? Kick me to death?

His whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood, and Qi Heng wanted to escape.

rustle-

He moved his ears and realized that there were not just one person around him... but at least a dozen people.

It wasn't discovered at first because they were so good at martial arts and they were intentionally hiding it.

Now they surrounded Qi Heng in a circle, making it hard for him not to be noticed.

The light curtain appeared for a few hours and then disappeared again. Now Qi Heng could not see the outside world.

He could only rely on his instinct to stay away from the most dangerous guy first...

"Little Qi Heng is hiding from me? Don't you remember me?

It was you who said my voice was easy to recognize..."

The deep and oppressive male voice came closer and closer.

Qi Heng crawled back cautiously, his eyes unfocused.

Unexpectedly, he felt a pain at the back of his head. He bumped into someone's legs. The leg muscles were stiff and it caused Qi Heng's head to hurt.

"Xiao Qiheng bumped into my secret guard. How come... you like him? Even if you like him, I can't give him to you."

"Who are you?! Don't come over here!"

Qi Heng got up and tried to run, but he felt a pain in his shoulder and was grabbed by a big hand and dragged back into the encirclement.

He gritted his teeth and hit back hard, his fist being wrapped by a big calloused hand, which rubbed it as if intentionally or unintentionally.

A sigh came from behind, "An Yi, he is mine."

The big hand that was tightly holding Qi Heng's fist paused slightly and then loosened.

"Tell me, are you a foxy girl who seduces everyone you see...

It took me a lot of effort to get you."

I?! Who else can call himself I except the emperor?

A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into the arms of the person behind her, leaving Qi Heng no time to react.

"You are the emperor?! Which country's emperor?! Why are you arresting me?"

"Which country? So besides me, are there other emperors in Lan Country?"

The man seemed to be in an extremely happy mood, and the rising ending of his voice never stopped since he started talking to Qi Heng.

"You are...Emperor Zhao Wen?!"

I didn't get an answer, so isn't that right? Qi Heng was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes, little Qi Heng.

Maybe you should call me Sergeant Zhao, Brother Zhao.

I don't like reminiscing about the past, so let's stop here and talk about the present.

Little Qi Heng escaped with Master Tan Tai. If I hadn't intervened, you would have been thrown in jail and interrogated when you returned.

When I think about the possibility of whip marks and fire branding on my skin, it makes me sad. "

The hand tucked under the long sleeve was picked out and fiddled with by a big hand that was also covered with calluses. In just a short while, red marks were left on the white and tender palm.

Qi Heng pretended to be obedient and was hugged by the guy who called himself "I". Then Qi Heng took advantage of the man's unpreparedness and kicked him hard in the abdomen.

With a muffled groan, Qi Heng fell to the ground.

A moment later, his knees ached violently and he was subdued and forced back to the ground.

"If you don't want to die... just lie down quietly." The young man's voice sounded unfamiliar... Another secret guard?

Damn it, they sent so many secret guards just to capture a servant of mine?!

Qi Heng almost laughed out of anger.

My chin was lifted up by someone's shoe tip, and I looked left and right.

"Look at this... Tan Tai Yun Zheng really doesn't know how to take care of people. You guys have only been running away for a short time, but you are already in such a mess. Hmm, like a calico cat.

Qi Heng, will you come back to the palace with me and be my Imperial Consort?

This is the highest position I can achieve for you.

If I remember correctly, the Queen has a close relationship with you, so you won’t suffer any loss if you become the Imperial Noble Consort…

This is much more noble than a dowry... isn't it, little Qi Heng?"

"I won't, I won't enter the palace! Let me go, let me go. Emperor Zhao Wen, you have achieved all your goals, why don't you let the Imperial Master live?"

The tip of the shoe at the chin paused, as if thinking.

"I want to say...if you don't remove the roots, the grass will grow again in the spring breeze."

"Master Imperial Master is not interested in power struggles. You have been with the Imperial Master for more than ten years. You know him better than anyone else, right?"

Qi Heng spoke urgently, and even though he couldn't see, he still looked forward stubbornly.

Qi Heng's body was stained with mud, strands of hair were stuck to his cheeks, and there was a cut on his left cheek from the fall, which was bleeding.

The soil beneath his feet was stained with blood in just a short while, and it glowed an ominous dark red.

He was in a state of panic...

Those distracted eyes were wide open, eyelashes fluttering, lips were bitten tightly with blood oozing out, and cheeks were flushed due to nervousness.

Amazingly beautiful too...

It's obviously just a 6-point appearance, but with his every move, a glance, a subconscious action, the 6-point appearance is raised to 10 points.

At this moment, Emperor Wen of Zhao was sure that no matter how stunningly beautiful a beauty was, she could not compare to the position that little Qi Heng held in his heart.

How could he be so...to my taste?

Even in the most miserable state...

Emperor Zhao Wen did not show any disgust as he grasped the dragon robe with trembling hands covered in mud.

It would only make her feel more distressed for the person on earth, and she would want to hug him in her arms and coax him back to the palace.

Then... it must be beautiful to press him on the dragon bed and enjoy the touching and erotic scene of him struggling for mercy and even crying.