Chapter 15

When the jailer left, Yun Xueyao looked at Feng Mo sitting on the ground and was angry: "Your Highness, why do you want to do this?"

Yun Xueyao was interrupted by Feng mo before she finished saying, "didn't you hear what I said just now in the hall? Since you are a member of the king's residence, I have always protected my shortcomings and won't abandon you."

"Your Highness is mistaken. I'm not from your residence!" Yun Xueyao looked at his evil face and said angrily.

"You have saved the king many times. You are the king's lifesaver, which is more important than the people in the palace."

"You are... Unreasonable." Yun Xueyao is a little angry.

When Feng Mo saw this, he suddenly pursed his mouth and smiled. He hooked his fingers to her and signaled her to pass.

Yun Xueyao is also speechless. After thinking about it, she still comes forward.

The other party whispered in her ear, "Why are you so depressed? You're worried that the king can't fight them and hurt you!"

"It's good for you to understand. I always cherish my life!" Yun Xueyao was annoyed to see that he was so shapeless at the moment.

Seeing her like this, Feng Mo suddenly got up and strode towards her. The cell space was narrow. Yun Xueyao was surprised and stepped back for several steps. His back was soon close to the root of the wall: "Lord, if you come again, I will..."

Seeing that Yun Xueyao's pretty face turned red, Feng Mo felt funny. When you can hold on, you just close to her ear, chuckled, and suddenly said, "look at the corner..."

Yun Xueyao was stunned and looked at him along his eyes. Sure enough, she saw a fuzzy shadow. Someone was watching.

He was surprised. No wonder today's Fengmo was strange. It turned out that he knew someone was watching.

But that's the case. She was so embarrassed today that Feng Mo even teased herself many times. Yun Xueyao was still very upset. She had to turn her face and ignore it.

When Feng Mo saw that she deliberately avoided his eyes, she smiled in her heart. She also stepped back and sat on the ground again: "well, I'm a little tired. Go to sleep first!"

In such a confined space, we get along like this. Yun Xueyao was a little flustered, but there was nowhere to go at the moment. She had to sit down slowly along the direction of the corner of the wall. She thought of the bloody storm on the imperial court that sealed the country all the way, and she didn't dare to sleep.

Soon it was almost midnight, the whole cell was quiet, and the prisoners and prison guards seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Feng Mo opened his eyes at the moment and slowly sat up from the ground.

One side of Yun Xueyao was surprised and sat up with her, but her face was nervous: "why? Is someone coming to rob the prison?"

Feng Mo looked at her sideways. His dark eyes were full of pride. He said softly, "it's impossible to rob the prison, but it's not necessarily to kill and set fire!"

His words puzzled Yun Xueyao: "what are you talking about?"

Seeing that Yun Xueyao is so easily deceived, Feng Mo only feels that she is more and more simple and lovely now: "I mean, I can take you out right away."

Think of someone else who is watching in the corner. It is obvious that there are other people's eyes in this cell.

"It has been watched by others, and it's locked in the cell. There are so many guards outside. How do you leave?"

"You are thoughtful. Why, are you worried about yourself or the king at the moment?"

Yun Xueyao said, "what's the difference?"

The other party suddenly smiled: "very good, you look like at the moment, but it's far from the ruthlessness when you first met. When we go out, explain it to me!"

"The water is gone, no, the cell is gone!" suddenly there was a noisy cry not far away.

Yun Xueyao was startled. In the confusion, she saw seven or eight people in black turning out at the corner of the wall. Yun Xueyao immediately raised her heart to her throat and clenched her fist. She saw the first person rush to Fengmo: "Lord!"

It was Xie Yao.

"Open the door!"

"Yes, yes."

Xie Yao quickly squatted down, took out a small iron wire, made a stir in the keyhole, clicked, and the lock opened.

"Why are you so late? If you're a little late, you'll be waiting to collect the king's body." Feng Mo seemed very dissatisfied.

"When my subordinates saw the fire over there, they were relieved to leave..." Xie Yao explained as he opened the prison door.

Feng Mo sneered: "the Duke of Qi really put all his eggs in one basket. He jumped over the wall so quickly!"

"It's not better for him to come earlier, save your highness an extra day in prison..." Xie Yao glanced at Yun Xueyao and muttered.

"Take young master Yao back first. There is a place where I must go in person."

With that, he turned and left the cell, and disappeared in an instant.

Fengmo quickly crossed several walls, flashed into a different courtyard, looked around for a moment, easily avoided the guard yard and went straight into a wing room.

Just sitting down, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

The man was about to open the door when someone called him outside: "my Lord!"

The man immediately stopped his steps: "the Lord has done all the things he told me. Is king Xiang dead?"

"Don't worry, sir. It's all done. The body is in the cell now!"

"Well done. Go to the government immediately and report it to your excellency."

The Secretary of Dali Temple breathed a long sigh of relief, and then pushed open the door with satisfaction.

The moment the door was opened, Dali Temple Secretary suddenly seemed to be fixed, and her face was white.

Under the bright and dark lights in the house, Feng Mo is sitting at the table with a graceful posture, holding a tea lamp and drinking tea with a low eyebrow: "it's so late that adults haven't rested yet. It's really hard!"

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The next morning, the Duke of Qi hurried into the palace gate. He explained in detail the causes and consequences of the fire in the prison to his majesty. Naturally, he had to express his grief over the death of King Xiang in the sea of fire. It was a wonderful performance, which was absolutely moving to the audience.

"What are you talking about? Mo'er was burned in the dungeon last night?" the emperor fell down on his seat and looked at him unbelievably.

"Emperor, please forgive me..." the Duke of Qi said with pride in his eyes.

The Duke of Qi already knew that King Xiang had a grudge about what happened on the battlefield last time. It's a pity. It's a pity that you're still too angry. With a small account book, I want to fight with me. I really don't know the depth. I deserve to end up like this.

"Your Majesty, your highness King Xiang and the Secretary of Dali temple are asking for an audience outside the hall!" the people were in grief, when suddenly father-in-law Zhao's sharp voice came.

Duke Qi's scalp suddenly exploded. Did you hear it right? What's going on? Yesterday, it was the Dali Temple secretary who sent someone to report. The matter has been completed. How could the king of Xiang live well after one night? The Dali Temple Secretary dared to disobey his orders.

The emperor turned his anger into joy: "pass it quickly, pass them into the temple!"

The Duke of Qi looked back and saw the Dali Temple Secretary following Feng Mo, deliberately not opening his eyes. What else did the Duke of Qi not understand.

The Dali Temple Secretary has always been cunning. Although he occasionally helped them, his position has been wavering and there is no clear line. This time, he was put on the blade by him, but at the moment, it is obvious that he has defected.

The Duke of Qi was even more angry.

"Minister Fengmo hasn't seen the emperor!" Fengmo opened his robe and made a big gift.

"Mo'er, you're fine! I heard that the prison caught fire last night, and I'm worried..." the emperor said with concern.

Then he turned his eyes to the trembling Dali Temple Qing's face: "the fire in the Dali Temple dungeon nearly implicated the king of Xiang. What's the matter?"

The Secretary of Dali Temple softened his knees and fell to his knees with a plop: "the emperor forgives me. There was indeed water in the prison last night, but the minister has checked all night. Several prison guards dozed off at night, neglected their care, knocked down the torch on the wall and fell on the hay..."

"Bastard, you're not in charge of the Dali Temple Prison for one or two days. Such a thing will happen again. Have you lived enough?"

Seeing the emperor's anger, the Dali Temple Secretary dared not argue again, so he had to kowtow desperately and beg for mercy.