The servants outside the yard heard the screams in the room and rushed over, but there were two big Buddhas, King Xuan and Prince Jun, at the door. They dared not get close to each other, so they could only wait.

Jun Yuanyou at the door had a very proud expression and looked relieved. The damn King of Chang'an really thought he was a singling. His Ting'er was smart and wise, so how could he cheat him?

Mo Lengyan's face was calm. Just listening to the scream, you could tell how ruthless Yunting was.

The King of Chang'an actually provoked Yun Ting, and he would not blame others for his own death.

After about a stick of incense, the screams in the room stopped. Jun Yuanyou pushed the door and saw the Chang'an King on the ground dying, Yunting was shining his hand.

Jun Yuanyou walked over a few steps: "It hurts. I will help you press it. If you don't feel relieved, I will help you teach him a lesson!" After saying that, he kicked the King of Chang'an's chest.

The King of Chang'an was unable to move, and after being kicked out for several meters, he was shot, and he was shot out with blood and fell into a coma on the spot.

"I can only relieve myself by beating. This damn bastard actually cheated me. Damn it." Yunting said, taking out a silver needle from her hair and pricking it on the unconscious King Chang'an.

The King of Chang'an woke up immediately. Before he could beg for mercy, Yunting stuffed a mantra pill into his mouth, and the King of Chang'an could only be forced to swallow it.

"I'll ask you, where did the globe and magnifying glass come from, who gave it to you, or who made it?" Yunting asked immediately.

"I am outside the pass, and by chance, I met a Buddhist son. He said he had a fate with me and gave me these two things." The King of Chang'an answered truthfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was surprised. Why did his mouth seem to be out of control?

This is obviously the trump card he used to approach Yunting, but he actually said it like that. He really slapped himself in the face.

Yunting frowned: "Who is the Buddha's son and where is he?"

"The Buddha's son is the Buddha's son. He has no fixed place and his whereabouts are uncertain. I don't know."

"Then when did you last meet him?" Yunting asked.

"A year ago, he was injured, and I happened to save him." The King of Chang'an replied.

"Why did he have these?"

"What he meant was that he spent his time doing it himself in his spare time." When the King of Chang'an said this, he thought of something: "Does the Buddhist son come from the same place as you?"

Yunting did not answer now, but instead stabbed the silver needle in her hand directly into a certain acupoint of the King of Chang'an. The King of Chang'an fell into a coma on the spot.

"Ting'er, since he knows your secret, you must never keep him." A hint of ruthlessness flashed through Jun Yuanyou's eyes.

After all, Ting'er's identity is special. If she is known by other people or the royal family of four countries, it will definitely cause bloody storms.

Although Mo Lengyan had some friendship with the King of Chang'an before, he knew the seriousness of the matter and said without hesitation: "I am here to do it!"

If you choose between Chang'an Wang and Yunting, Mo Lengyan will definitely choose Yunting.

Yunting was very pleased to see the two of them like this: "Don't dirty your hands. The sudden death of the dignified King Chang'an will also lead to doubt. I can seal his memory with a silver needle and let him forget everything just now, but if he dares to tease me like this, I will naturally not spare him."

"Everything is yours." Jun Yuanyou agreed.

Mo Lengyan also nodded: "Okay"

Yunting immediately applied the needle, and it took about an incense stick to complete. Then Yunting took out another pill for him to take it for the King of Chang'an to relieve her.

"Let's go." Yunting got up and left, and Jun Yuanyou and Mo Lengyan immediately followed.

When the servants outside the yard saw the three big Buddhas leaving, they hurriedly ran in panic and saw their prince lying on the ground, with a bruised nose and swollen face like a pig's head, and blood was still flowing from the corners of their mouths, which was very miserable.

"Prince, how are you doing, Prince? Come and ask the doctor?" the housekeeper shouted worriedly.

A servant immediately went to ask the doctor, while the others quickly cleaned up the house.

Soon after, the doctor came. Seeing that the Chang'an King was so severely injured, he was really shocked and immediately helped him take his pulse: "The prince is not seriously injured, but he has some skin injuries. I prescribe a prescription. You can take medicine three times a day according to the prescription. The prince will wake up soon."

"Thank you, Doctor." The housekeeper said gratefully.

On this side, Yunting and Jun Yuanyou returned to the prince's mansion. Yunting changed into a comfortable set of clothes and lay down to rest.

For some reason, she has always felt a little tired recently and always likes to sleep.

"Ting'er, you said you could seal the memory of the King of Chang'an today. Are there really no mistakes? I still think it's safer to kill him." Jun Yuanyou said worriedly.

After all, Yunting's identity cannot be taken risks, even a little bit.

"Don't worry, husband, you'll wait to watch the show tomorrow." Yunting gave him a peaceful smile.

"good."

The next morning, Yunting pulled Jun Yuanyou to the street. The two of them went to Tianxiastrest and picked a seat on the second floor by the window. The shopkeeper personally brought milk tea and many special snacks.

Yunting looked out the window while eating: "It should be almost done if you calculate the time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man running over like crazy not far away. He ran and took off his clothes.

All the people watching on the street were frightened and dodged.

"This person is actually going crazy in the street. He must be crazy in gains and losses."

"Why do I look like the King of Chang'an? I went to the Chang'an Palace to have a meal yesterday?"

"You said that, it really looks like that."

The people all recognized it as the King of Chang'an. But they looked at the King of Chang'an who suddenly took off their clothes. The people were all unhappy, especially the women and children, who looked down on him and immediately turned their backs and dared not look at him.

The King of Chang'an seemed to be out of control, taking off his clothes one by one.

"Is this what you said?" Jun Yuanyou raised his eyebrows and asked, and his slender and fair fingers picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip.

"Yes, who told him to plot against me? People think he is crazy today. Even if he remembers it in the future, no one will believe what he says." Yunting explained.

"Yes, Ting'er is indeed a good method." Jun Yuanyou admired.

"Oh, isn't this the King of Chang'an? It's really a shame to jump up and take off your clothes in the street. But he has a good figure. Go and find a painter to draw it. If you look back, you have to have a good look." A familiar voice came from the crowd.

It was Moran who carried his son back to his parents' home, and when he saw this scene, he looked at the show.

Yunting's phoenix eyes were slightly slight, she was worthy of being Moran, and what she said was really detrimental.

"What's so good about him? He's so bad that he's not as good as this king. Let's go find my father-in-law." King Chen took Moran and the child away.

"What are you going? The King of Chang'an is a rare encounter in a century. I have to take a good look." Moran said deliberately, then shouted in a loud voice: "King of Chang'an will take off!"
Chapter completed!