Suddenly, the man moved instantly.
With lightning speed, he rushed towards Sang Luan holding the object in his hand.
A corner of the thing was inadvertently revealed, and it was clearly a dagger that had just been sharpened.
A ray of sunlight happened to shine through the window not far away, and it reflected on the tip of the dagger, instantly emitting a chilling chill.
The man stared at Sang Luan with a fierce look in his eyes, and waved his hand as if he had used up all his strength.
The dagger was about to pierce Sang Luan's heart.
Everything happened so fast that no one present had time to react.
Yupo and Zhuo Jing couldn't help but widen their eyes and cover their mouths.
In a flash, Feng Hengzhi's eyes flashed, and he raised his foot and kicked the man in the shoulder. The man groaned, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground without noticing.
The man gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, quickly reaching out for the dagger, and in just a moment, he held it tightly in his hand again.
Seeing that the black scarf on his head was about to fall off, the man quickly freed one hand to firmly press the black scarf on his face.
The next moment, Feng Hengzhi and Nie Zhiyang quickly stepped forward and surrounded the man in the black scarf.
The man in the black scarf straightened up and ran straight towards Sang Luan, muttering as he ran, "Go to hell!"
Sang Luan's eyelids twitched, and she immediately moved several steps to the side, her heart in her throat.
The dagger was only three fingers away from her.
Unexpectedly, the man in the black scarf seemed to have already identified her. Every time she moved, the man in the black scarf followed.
"It's all your fault, it's all you!"
The man in the black scarf roared heartbreakingly, staring at Sang Luan with bloodshot eyes.
Sang Luan quickly took a step back.
Coming again?
Feng Hengzhi looked very impatient and kicked the man in the black scarf again, hitting him in the heart. The man in the black scarf was shocked, but he endured the pain and gritted his teeth to move forward.
However, Nie Zhiyang moved again. After kicking the dagger in the black-turbaned man's hand to the ground, he quickly stepped forward and cooperated with Zhuo Jing to suppress the man on the left and right.
"Behave yourself." Zhuo Jing slapped the black-turbaned man on the back of his head. "How dare you hurt someone!"
The man in the black scarf stared at Sang Luan with an extremely excited look on his face. "If you hadn't been meddling in our business, we would have succeeded long ago."
Zhuo Jing impatiently reached out to pick his ears, then pulled off the black-turbaned man's face and stuffed it into his mouth.
Beneath the veil was an ordinary face.
The man's pupils suddenly widened, and he wanted to say something, but only a whimper came out of his mouth.
"What are you all arguing about? It's so restless so early in the morning." Meng Youning walked out slowly from the private room next door and stood by the door with a lazy look on his face.
When his eyes met Sang Luan, he couldn't help but sneer, "Oh, I thought it was someone else."
He glanced at Feng Hengzhi nonchalantly, his tone full of undisguised sarcasm, "So the Prime Minister is here too? How strange!"
Zhuo Jing and the other man nodded slightly towards Meng Youning, "Crown Princess."
Meng Youning hummed lazily, raised her eyes to look at Sang Luan, and was about to say something when she accidentally caught a glimpse of the man whose arm was being held down by someone.
She suddenly covered her mouth, looking stunned. "What's wrong with this guy? He's grinning and grimacing. It's so scary."
At the same time, a noise was heard downstairs. In the blink of an eye, a man came forward and walked up to Feng Hengzhi, saying respectfully, "Sir, everyone is here."
For a moment, everyone present focused their attention on Feng Hengzhi.
Meng Youning gave Sang Luan a look without any expression.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she moved closer to the man with the face mask with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
The man with the face mask kept making whimpering sounds.
Meng Youning blinked, her eyes were very clear.
She slowly pulled out a hairpin from her hair, held it in her hand, and glanced casually at the person in front of her.
“Puff…”
The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh suddenly rang out.
The hairpin in Meng Youning's hand had already pierced the shoulder of the man in the black scarf.
Blood spurted out and splashed on Meng Youning's cheek, and an unpleasant smell suddenly rushed into Meng Youning's nostrils.
The man in the black scarf whimpered in pain, and the blood oozing from his body quickly turned his clothes into a pitch-black color.
His head kept shaking, his pupils dilated slightly, and the next moment, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Meng Youning's face frowned, and she looked at her hand in a daze. Suddenly, her hand shook, and the hairpin in her hand fell to the ground.
Her eyes were suddenly filled with a layer of mist, and she was very afraid. She subconsciously took a step back and stood there at a loss.
She held her head with both hands and screamed, as if she was frightened by the scene before her.
Yupo, who witnessed the whole process, lowered his head silently.
The next moment, everyone present quickly came to their senses and looked at Meng Youning in surprise.
Zhuo Jing blinked, looked sideways at the man in the black scarf, and then looked at Meng Youning who looked frightened.
For a moment, his eyes were filled with complexity.
Meng Youning raised her eyes and head slightly, as if she had just come to her senses. "This thief, the look in his eyes just now clearly said he wanted to kill me. How could I, a dignified prince's consort, be threatened by him?"
His tone was full of indignation.
Zhuo Jing and the other man subconsciously looked up at Feng Hengzhi, only to see him simply wave his hand nonchalantly.
Immediately afterwards, the man in the black scarf was carried away.
Meng Youning suddenly fell to the ground, supporting himself with his hands. He looked extremely weak and his face was very pale.
Her brows were knitted together and she covered her heart with her hands.
"Feng Hengzhi, why are you here again?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded.
Meng Youning paused slightly and turned slightly to the side, just in time to see Qi Ran walking up with a swagger.
He pulled out a silk handkerchief from somewhere, then held it tighter in his hand, glancing at the figure intentionally or unintentionally.
Feng Hengzhi just glanced at Qi Ran coldly and snorted, "Today is really unlucky. I keep running into people I don't want to meet."
Sang Luan curled her lips silently. If it wasn't for the purpose of preventing the original plot from deviating, who would bother with this icy-faced guy?
Qi Ran glared at him, took a step forward, and pointed at him, "Who are you talking about?"
Feng Hengzhi had no intention of paying any attention to him at all.
"Feng Hengzhi, you're such a good fellow! Prime Minister!" Qi Ran's gaze suddenly fell on Meng Youning lying on the ground. His eyes lit up, and his face became even angrier. When he said the word "Master," he emphasized his tone, "Is this how you bully the Crown Prince's Consort?"
He folded his arms and walked slowly around Feng Hengzhi, "Be careful or I'll report you to the emperor!"
Feng Hengzhi was about to leave, but when he passed by Qi Ran, he suddenly said, "If you don't want your eyes, you can give them to someone who needs them."
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