The news that Li Ningfeng had returned to Beijing was like a handful of hot water poured into a boiling oil pot.

This is undoubtedly a happy event for the Prince's Party. After all, Li Ningfeng and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince have been friends since they were young.

However, Ying Jingjue personally killed Li Ningfeng's uncle Luan Qingan, which made the people of the First Prince and the Third Prince's party suspicious. They couldn't help but think, what if Li Ningfeng had a falling out with the Crown Prince because of this?

That's their chance.

After Li Ning was crowned as the Holy One, His Majesty was greatly pleased and ordered a welcoming banquet to be held at Taiji Palace three days later.

East Palace.

Just as Ying Jingjue was about to go to the Marquis of Loyalty's Mansion, he heard a loud voice coming from outside the palace: "Your Highness~"

Li Ningfeng, holding a piece of grass picked from somewhere in his mouth, squatted on an old tree outside Ying Jingjue Hall and greeted him with a smile.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Your Highness. I heard that you have made a breakthrough to the Kaiyang realm. Congratulations."

It was forbidden to wear armor when meeting the emperor, so he changed into a dark blue suit. He was very calm during the audience, but now he was sloppy like a second-rate person.

Ying Jingjue was speechless for a moment, then said unhappily, "Get out of here."

Li Ning tried to block his leg, but then froze and his face changed color.

“…Fuck, my legs are numb! Ying Jingjue, save me, save me, save me!”

Ying Jingjue's heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, he saw his close friend fall to the ground in the grass under the old tree.

Ying Jingjue: “…”

The outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Shameful.

The young Chu Jun's face changed in an instant, he turned cruel and ruthless, and turned away.

Li Ningfeng stamped his numb feet, circulated his inner strength, brushed off the dirt on his body and quickly followed: "Hey, hey, hey, why are you running? I came to talk to you about something."

Ying Jingjue: "Next time, go through the main entrance. Why do you act like a thief every time you come here?"

Li Ningfeng smiled, turned around and waved to the servants who followed them. Xiao Zhizi was very perceptive and led the others to retreat.

He then frowned and whispered, "Jing Jue, what happened to my uncle?"

On the way to see the emperor alone, no less than three groups of people talked to him about this matter. He was in a hurry to go to Beijing and didn't know much about what was happening in the capital.

After returning to Beijing, he learned that his uncle Luan Qingan had been killed by the Regent on the charge of treason, and the entire Shunchang Earl's Mansion had been massacred.

Ying Jingjue sighed, guilt in his eyes, and told Li Ningfeng the whole story.

The previous generation of the Shunchang Earl's Mansion had no sons, only a pair of twin sisters.

The elder sister married the Marquis of Loyalty as his second wife, while the younger sister stayed in the Earl of Shunchang's mansion and found a son-in-law. Luan Qingan was that son-in-law.

Over the years, Li Ningfeng's mother, aunt, grandfather and grandmother died one after another, leaving only his uncle Luan Qingan in the Shunchang Earl's Mansion.

His aunt had no children, and Luan Qingan had never remarried, so Li Ningfeng was willing to show some respect to his uncle.

But how much affection is there...

At least when Li Ningfeng first heard the news, his first reaction was not anger, but confusion.

He could even calmly come to Ying Jingjue to find out the cause of the matter.

"In the three years I've been away, has the power in the hands of the Regent become so great?" Li Ningfeng is nineteen this year. He was sixteen when he went to guard the border for his father. He spent three years in the border area where there was no information. Apart from fighting in wars, he trained soldiers and seldom cared about what was happening in the capital.

Ying Jingjue nodded: "Father is very fond of him."

He paused, "Ning Feng, I'm sorry for not being able to protect Lord Luan, and even..."

"This matter has nothing to do with you," Li Ningfeng shook his head, "Your Highness's life in the capital city is probably not easy."

"Every wrong has its perpetrator. I will settle this account with the Regent. But Your Highness, I want to see the so-called evidence of my uncle's treason."

"It's on file in both the Imperial Prison and the Dali Temple." Ying Jingjue sensed something from his tone and was immediately startled: "Could it be...?"

Li Ningfeng shook his head silently, "Go first."

The Regent Palace.

After taking the last pill, Lian Shenwei, who had been in a coma for nearly half a month, finally slowly opened his eyes.

The breathing rate is different when one is unconscious and awake unless one adjusts it intentionally. As soon as he opened his eyes, the people guarding his bedroom quickly surrounded him.

Tiannan was so happy that he cried.

Next to him was a woman in formal attire with a stern look on her face. She was Ming Cang who had just returned.

Tiannan: "The master is awake! I uh--!"

Ming Cang covered his mouth with a cold face, snorted, and said coldly: "Don't disturb the master."

Ming Candle: "Mr. Feng, how is the master?"

Feng Ke checked your pulse, and the weight on his heart finally dropped. "It's good that you woke up. I thought you would wake up in five days, but now you are unconscious."

"When Mingzhu came back and saw you lying on the bed like this, he almost beat Tiannan to death. And your stepsister's girl, the first thing she does when she comes back every day is to get close to you. If you don't wake up..."

Feng Ke came back to his senses from his relief at having his own house sign smashed into his hands. The sound of chattering gradually faded away. He stared into the eyes of the silent young man on the bed and was slightly stunned.

Miyato had been in the sea of ​​consciousness for so long that he thought he was still a dumpling. When he woke up suddenly, he was still in a mess.

His eyelashes trembled, and because he was not used to the light, his eye sockets felt sore and soon tears appeared in them.

Feng Ke lowered his voice subconsciously and waved his hand in front of Gong Du: "Hey, you bastard..."

Gong Du's eyes rolled and he opened his mouth slightly towards Feng Ke.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, when he was in a daze, the little ball of light would often hang around in front of him to attract his attention, and every time it hung around, it would feed him some snacks.

After so many times, Gong Du formed a conditioned reflex.

Seeing that he was not fed, he closed his mouth again.

Feng Ke met his eyes and his heart choked. There was no emotion in those eyes, which were frighteningly empty. His face was pale and the corners of his eyes were red.

The moment she saw him, she opened her mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out and she closed it again.

This look instantly brought Feng Keqin back to nine years ago.

At that time Lian Shenwei was still called Lian Yubai.

People only know that Lian Youwei of Fudu Villa is extremely talented in martial arts and a steady person, and is the next candidate for the owner of the villa. However, few people know that her brother, who loves freedom and is carefree by nature, is the real genius.

Lian Yubai concealed his real name, covered his face with a martial arts hat, wore a white robe, and wielded a Cangshan sword. At a young age, he topped the list of the Jianghu Hot List.

At the age of seventeen, he had already reached the Tianquan realm. He was the person with the best chance of reaching the Tianshu realm, the highest realm of martial arts in hundreds of years.

Feng Ke also thought that his friend would sooner or later reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

Until he heard that Fudu Villa was wiped out overnight, all 237 people were killed, not a single one was missing.

Of course he didn't believe that Lian Yubai was dead. When he heard the news, he immediately rushed from Donghu to Jinling and went straight to Fudu Villa.

The bloody smell there had not yet dissipated, but behind the villa there were more than 200 new graves, the lingering smell of paper money, and gray flying catkins floating in the sky.

Occasionally, there would be people from the underworld who would come to pay their respects after hearing the news, some filled with indignation, some filled with sadness and sighing.

But Lian Yubai was nowhere to be seen.

In the following months, the killers of the Fallen Moon Clan who had participated in the massacre at Fudu Villa died one after another. Feng Ke guessed that it was Lian Yubai who was responsible. Following the news, he frantically searched for Lian Yubai.

The Feng family practiced medicine, so they naturally had a wide network of contacts. Feng Ke mobilized all the resources he could and finally found him in the hands of a demon monk who specialized in making medicine in the underground of Beiyuan City.

Lian Yubai was captured by the evil monk because he was exhausted from chasing after the killer of Daoyueliu.

He was powerful and had a strong will, so the evil monk regarded him as a treasure and treated him as his most perfect medicine man to be studied and refined.

When Feng Ke found him, Lian Yubai didn't know how long he had been here and was barely breathing.

He was hung on an iron pillar, his white clothes stained with blood, his body covered with scales, his blood mixed with countless entangled poisonous smells, and occasionally one or two parasites would emerge.

His internal energy was exhausted, his meridians were damaged, but he was still alive, living a life worse than death.

Feng Ke almost didn't recognize him.

He brought the man back to the Feng family, and together with his father, they tried every possible means to maintain a delicate balance between the medicine and poison in Lian Yubai's body.

Because of this, Lian Yubai became a special medicine man. He could not use many basic medicinal materials. He could only rely on himself to overcome illnesses such as colds and fevers.

Even during the treatment, they did not dare to use anesthesia because once used, the toxins in Lian Yubai's body would be unbalanced, and once unbalanced, his body would face rapid failure.

It is extremely difficult to regain balance after losing balance.

Lian Yubai had been in a coma for a month. When he first opened his eyes, the look in his eyes was just like it is now, empty and making people feel uneasy for no reason.

Feng Ke called him again, "Lian Shenwei? Regent? The carefree and old-fashioned guy?"

They are brothers who have shared life and death together, and their two families have been good friends for generations. The nickname "carefree and old-fashioned" sounds contradictory, but it fits Lian Yubai perfectly.

He is a person with such a good personality and acts in a carefree manner, but he is very strict and meticulous in implementing the Lian family's family rules. Fortunately, the Lian family's family rules only have a few rules, otherwise he would be exhausted to death.

Gong Du blinked: "...Yeah."

The brain was successfully rebooted and his acting skills improved.

He raised his hands to cover his eyes, and wiped away the tears that were stimulated by the light.

Feng Ke frowned even more when he saw this. He helped him lean against the bed and taught him, "You are a patient. Don't think about nonsense all day long. The past is the past."

Gong Du: “…”

What is he thinking?

He coughed twice, and Ming Cang immediately went to pour a cup of warm water: "Master."

Lian Shenwei took two sips and his lips looked better. "Ming Cang is back? Does that mean Ning Feng is back too?"

Ming Cang and Tian Nan are his trusted confidants. Ming Cang is good at hiding, so he sent him to the border to follow Li Ningfeng in the dark for protection.

After a pause, he frowned slightly and asked, "How many days was I unconscious this time?"

Feng Ke said unhappily, "It's been almost half a month. The young marquis just arrived in Beijing at noon today and went to see the crown prince. He will have a welcoming banquet in three days. You're thinking about him, but the young marquis doesn't even know who you are."

Lian Shenwei said with a smile: "Have you eaten gunpowder?"

Feng Ke sneered: "I feel sorry for my medicinal herbs."

After carefully examining him and making sure that Lian Shenwei had a lively look in his eyes, he was really fine. He then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The prescription I improved before is not bad. If you behave yourself, nothing will go wrong."

Lian Shenwei hesitated for a moment, then turned to Ming Cang and asked, "Did Ning Feng find out that you were following him secretly?"

Ming Candle shook his head: "No, Master, don't worry."

"But just as the master expected, the northern barbarians on the border sent many experts to kill him, using poison and assassination as means. I secretly intercepted them several times, and the young marquis was also smart and returned to the capital safely."

Tiannan: "In the capital, the northern barbarians can't stretch their hands that far."

Lian Shenwei: "What is Ning Feng's current state?"

Ming Cang: "He is at the peak of Tianheng Realm and can be considered the number one person under Tianquan Realm."

He has improved a lot. A smile flashed across Lian Shenwei's eyes. He was curious to see how far he had learned his elder sister's Fuxue Sword Technique.

"The number one person in Tianquan Realm?" Tiannan snorted, "Master, I am also very strong."

Lian Shenwei thought of the welcoming banquet prepared for Li Ningfeng in three days, so he smiled and said, "You will have a chance to learn from him."

"Jing Jue said that he took over the Wei Mansion. Now that so many days have passed, it should be over. How did you handle it? Tell me about it."

Tiannan: "Your Majesty has also handed over the Nan'an fraud case to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The capital is very busy. The fraud case is now more than halfway through. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has done a good job. Mingqin has also handled several good cases in the Imperial Prison."

"The matter of the Wei Mansion was resolved early. Because the fire destroyed the Wei Mansion, it was impossible to really convict anyone. His Royal Highness temporarily buried the bodies of the people in the Wei Mansion. He personally went to the Wei Mansion and won the support of many of Wei Li's disciples."

Lian Shenwei said calmly, "Was Wei Li's funeral handled by Ying Jingjue himself?"

Feng Ke hissed in his heart, and quickly raised his head and winked at Tiannan.

Tiannan: “…”

Cover your mouth silently.

Lian Shenwei lowered his eyes, and after a moment, he slowly drank a sip of the slightly cool water in his hand: "Speak."

The word "peaceful" made Tiannan's scalp almost explode, and he wished he could slap himself twice on the spot.

The master loves His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and hates Wei Li. When Wei Li died, he even cut off his hairpins. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince held a funeral for Wei Li. Isn't this intentional to make things difficult for the master?

He was so confused that he didn't react and just said it directly.

Lian Shenwei: "If you don't tell me, then you don't have to stay by my side."

"I'll tell you what I'm saying!" Tiannan quickly let go of his hand and stammered, "...It was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who presided over the funeral for Wei Li. Because there was no direct evidence and the court was in chaos, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said that the dead are the greatest, and Wei Li had been his teacher, so he dismembered Wei Li's body and ordered people to keep vigil for seven days. After the master performed the customary ritual, he was buried in the Wei family's ancestral tomb in the suburbs of Beijing."

Feng Ke thought it was over.

Tiannan didn't know, but he knew the inside story.

Ying Jingjue, that bastard, could have collected the corpses for someone else, but he chose to give Wei Li such a big face. Although Ying Jingjue didn't know, Wei Li was one of the judges behind the massacre of Fudu Villa...

Feng Ke secretly glanced at Lian Shenwei's expression.

Isn't Jingjue stabbing his uncle's wound?

If Feng Ke put himself in Lian Shenwei's shoes, he would feel suffocated.

Wouldn't this really make you angry?

Lian Shenwei could only feel the veins on his forehead throbbing.

The smile on the young man's lips beside the bed gradually faded. He turned the teacup in his hand, and the metal ring on his left thumb collided with the cup, making a slight friction sound.

After a moment, he lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed in only his underwear. His pale feet stepped on the black carpet on the floor, and the blue veins were clearly visible.

Bang!

Lian Shenwei accidentally broke the teacup.

"Bullshit!"

The author has something to say:

Lian Xiao's uncle: (drawing a knife.jpg.)

Nephew: QAQ I’m sorry, uncle, I didn’t know (kowtow)

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