Chapter 1262

While the prince raises his sword, Feng Che keenly feels the strange things behind him, and his body quickly sweeps back.

A knife cut empty, the Prince did not hesitate to raise again, again toward the wind Che cut past. His skill is not weak, and Fengche is forced to retreat by him.

All the people were shocked by this change. It was not until the prince saw a knife on the wall and made a bang that they were shocked.

"Master!"

"Lord!"

Feng an, Feng Zhong and the prince's guards rush in. Feng an and Feng Zhong protect Feng Che and retreat. The guards go to grab the knife from the prince.

They are the prince's guards, naturally aware of their master's son is not right.

The prince's eyes are red, and his look is lax. He stares at Fengche madly, hoping to kill him.

Wind Che see clearly, sink a voice, "he poisoned, clamp him."

The guards take the knife from the prince and point his acupoints. The prince glares at Fengche and struggles.

Fengche is still holding a candle in his hand. There is a wind blowing in outside the hall. The weak candle light shakes violently for a few times, then goes out, and the hall falls into darkness again.

All the people raised their voices and looked around with wide eyes.

"Go

Fengche's voice rang out in the dark, and everyone seemed to have the backbone, carrying the prince to follow him out of the hall.

Without moonlight, the whole yard was dark, adding a sense of terror. Even the moving branches in the distance made people feel numb.

A group of cold hair upright, follow the pace of wind Che, quickly back.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The gloomy laughter reappeared like a shadow.

They tensed their nerves, clenched their weapons and looked around warily.

Wind Che still steady pace forward, do not see the slightest panic.

The laughter became more and more gloomy and closer, as if it was about to reach them.

Wind Che turns a deaf ear and goes on.

The crowd followed him closely, and saw the light coming out of the prince's courtyard from a distance, slowly spitting out a breath.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the dead silence was restored all around, only the sound of people's hasty footsteps.

The light is still bright in the hospital. The attendants in the hospital fall to the ground. Fengche stops and turns back. At the same time, he takes out a porcelain vase from his arms and pours out a pill. "Open his mouth!"

The guard holding the Prince did not hesitate to raise his hand and hold his jaw, forcing the prince to open his mouth. Fengche put the medicine into his mouth and said, "help him swallow it."

Another guard clapped his hand on the prince's back. The prince gulped down the pill, and then he became soft.

"Master!"

The guards were shocked.

"No matter. Carry it inside first."

The guard carried the prince into the room and put him on the bed.

Feng Che sat down at the table, "what else did the prince eat besides dinner?"

"Only tea."

Fengche opened the teapot and motioned to the guard. The guard came forward, took out the silver needle and put it in the tea. The silver needle didn't change color.

The wind was as like as two peas. He came to the house like him. He didn't come out of the house. After dinner, they ate the same two people.

He suddenly got up, went to the bedside, lifted the prince's robe, pulled off the gauze covering the knee wound, and motioned for the guard to check.

The guard tied the silver needle on the gauze, but the silver needle still did not change color.

"Wang Ye..."

Looking at Feng Che's dark face, the guard shouts carefully. It's Prince Zhan who makes the master the crown prince. If Prince Zhan hates his behavior just now, then

Feng Che waved his hand and sat back on the chair.

A quarter of an hour later, the prince slowly opened his eyes.

"Master."

The guard was overjoyed.

The prince raised his hand and stroked his dizzy head, "Yingyi, I'm not..."

"You're poisoned!"

The voice of Fengche came from one side.

Prince Leng Leng, suddenly sat up, "what did I do?"

His memory stayed at the moment when Fengche reached into the coffin. He didn't know anything about the rest. In that case, he

Without waiting for Fengche to answer, the prince lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He didn't care to put on his shoes. He walked barefoot to Fengche and looked at him carefully, "am I..."

"I'm fine..."

The prince breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on one side of the chair. The guard took his shoes and stepped on them.

"It's hard for them to come up with such a good plan to kill two birds with one stone."

The prince looks at him.

Fengche told him the situation at that time.

After hearing this, the prince was terrified.

If that knife was cut on Fengche, Fengche would be seriously injured if he didn't die, and he would be removed from the crown prince's position and sent to the fiefdom because he killed Zhan Wangye.

Hand into a fist, hit on the table, "what a vicious trick!"

"The most important thing at the moment is to know how they poisoned you. I guess they may have smeared the medicine on your wound, but I've just had it checked, but I haven't

Contrary to the usual mild look, the prince's eyes were heavy. "If they can't do one plan, there will be another plan. As long as they do it, we will find out."

……

The next morning, the housekeeper limped over and said, "Your Highness, the old slave has found someone to check the date of the Lord's burial. It's the day after tomorrow. What else do you want to order?"

"It's all up to you."

The housekeeper bowed, "yes."

The prince squinted, "I think you are in a bad mood. Didn't you have a good rest last night?"

The housekeeper's waist was bent lower, and his voice was choked. "Since the master went, the old slave couldn't sleep at night, so he went with the master."

"Can't sleep at night? What did you hear last night? "

"Old slaves have been used to their crying for a long time. If..."

"Besides crying?"

The housekeeper raised his head slightly, and there were still tears in his red and swollen eyes

"Well."

The Prince did not have the previous mild, between the eyebrows gathered the intention to kill.

The housekeeper could see clearly. Putong knelt down and asked his royal highness to make it clear

"I was haunted in the palace yard last night."

"Ah?"

Guan Jia was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed, "is the master coming to you?"

"Bold!"

The housekeeper kowtowed, "Your Highness, will you tell me, master? Since he left, the old slave has been looking forward to his dream. The master probably dislikes the old slave. He hasn't been here once. The old slave misses him so much. "

The house fell into a strange silence. Only after the housekeeper kowtowed his head, he knelt down and walked forward with a light in his eyes. "Your Highness, if... The old slave says if, the master will come to you again, can you tell him that the old slave wants him very much and let him see him..., no, no, no, you send someone to call the old slave, and the old slave will come to see the master."