"Brother Prince, have you ever thought about going over to rescue Lu Ziyun?"

Fengjiu sang: "If Father wants to let him go, why should I rescue him?"

Feng Jiuxi continued: "My father has always relied on Prime Minister Lu. What this means cannot be explained in words."

The color of alcohol faded from Feng Jiuge's face.

"To tell the truth, Jiuxi, I have already met Lord Shangshu yesterday. Jiuxi is fully aware of the relationship between the Emperor's brother and Qinglin Academy. Lord Salt and Iron Envoy is also close to Shangshu, and the new mineral vein is also under his jurisdiction."

"You're looking for a mine."

"To be honest, Jiu Xi has already met Yan Li in prison, and he is willing to cooperate with us."

"How to do it?"

"Jiu Xi just hopes that when things are done, Brother New Mine, the Great Emperor, will not forget me."

Feng Jiu became more and more interested in singing: "What a joke, what does this palace have to do with the new mine?"

Feng Jiuxi's face was clear: "You have nothing to do with the mine, but you have something to do with Mr. Xin. Isn't this relationship connected together?"

"This is a better deal than making a steady profit without accompanying you. It can also establish your image in front of my father."

Feng Jiuge had a clear mind and asked step by step: "We have made a plan here, but Mr. Xin may not buy it."

Feng Jiuxi smiled brightly, "Salt and iron are the most important wealth of the country. With Mr. Xin's relationship, haven't you, the emperor, taken advantage of it? Even so, I have his handle, that rare luxury building on the outskirts of the city.

The villa is in the name of Mr. Niu, but it actually belongs to him. It can be easily found out by careful inspection. The Lord Minister also knows this, and it will be of no benefit to anyone if it is revealed."

Feng Jiuge clapped her hands three times, with a faint smile on her face: "Wonderful."

"Fourth Emperor Sister, your appearance really impressed me. Please tell me what I should do in front of my father."

"If the prince brother strikes while the iron is hot, my father will definitely be very happy."

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In the imperial study room, the prince was dressed and tied up, dusty and dusty.

"My sons and ministers see my father."

There was a look of surprise on Emperor Feng's face, "What's the matter with the prince?"

The prince's eyebrows were bright and his tone was sonorous and forceful: "There is another hidden story about the Xuan Iron Mine. Yan Li is the person next to my son. It was my son who ordered him to be placed next to Lu Ziyun."

"When he was in Qingzhou, he also informed his subordinates that Lu Ziyun and Lu Jia had been making plans for the Xuan Iron Mine, and Lu Ziyun sent him to guard Qingzhou to embezzle the mines. He did not omit the account, but changed it to another place.

Under the mine, you can ask Lord Xin directly about this matter."

Emperor Feng put down the memorial and was filled with joy and anger: "Did you arrange it?"

The prince said firmly: "Yes."

He stepped down from the imperial desk, and the warrior's pressure was strong.

The prince bowed and did not dare to raise his head easily.

When he was young, Emperor Feng just stood in front of him, which was very meaningful.

The prince felt like he was in torment, but he was confident in himself.

Yuan, who didn't know when he would return, said casually, "Yan is yours immediately, so let him go."

The prince was relieved.

"Thank you very much, Father. I will take my leave."

"Wait a minute, there are some memorials here. You can take them back and read them. They will be sent to me in three days."

The prince's heart was beating wildly and his voice was clear: "Yes, father."

Then he went over to take the memorial solemnly. His hands were still hot after leaving the palace. Feng Jiuxi had done him a big favor now.

Back to Lu Ziyun.

When he heard Feng Jiuxi explain the cause and effect, he was stunned on the spot. This woman was so deep that she didn't dare to bump into her at will.

His body was as soft as a ball of cotton wool and he fell down.

Feng Jiuxi seemed to be smiling but not smiling, her plain white face could not be more pure, and the matter had nothing to do with her: "I have said what I should say, and I will give you a gift at the end."

When her wrist turned over, a silver needle was caught between her two fingers, and the tail of the needle shone coldly.

Lu Ziyun's empty eyes suddenly turned gray. He knew very well that Xuan Qi could have colors, and his cultivation was not low.

He said in confusion: "Feng Jiuxi can't tell that your profound energy is as profound as the mysterious form."

Feng Jiuxi smiled evilly, as if a judge came from Jiuyou, announcing his final outcome, "You are wrong, this is spiritual energy."

Lu Ziyun's whole body was filled with the aura of death. Feng Jiuxi's practice of the mysterious form surprised him. He did not expect that it turned out to be an advanced spiritual energy that he had never been involved in before.

He was completely unbelievable and horrified: "Aura, it's impossible. How could you, a fool, be able to cultivate aura in a short time? You're lying!"

The light in Feng Jiuxi's eyes was colder than cold needles, and her tone was light and cold: "You know everything I don't know, how can I leave in peace."

Lu Ziyun tried his best to go crazy: "Feng Jiuxi, you poisonous woman, you must die a good death!"

Feng Jiuxi's eyes were dark, and she made a gesture of shushing. Her voice was like the falling cold rain, invisibly pressing on Lu Ziyun's pile of rotten cotton: "Be careful to wake up the people outside, and I am not allowed to do anything."

You are a man who has died once, General Lu, you should save your strength, the taste of this cold poison needle is unpleasant, I am afraid that you will faint."

"Feng Jiuxi, you..."

Lu Ziyun was so frantic that he wanted to curse. Feng Jiuxi swung the needle and stabbed it into his throat. Immediately, ice pain penetrated his bones. His throat felt like it had been cut off and he couldn't breathe. His mouth seemed to be split open, but he couldn't speak again.

Not making a sound.

He just stared at her frantically.

Feng Jiuxi's appearance was magnificent and noble, and her voice sounded like a bell: "This injection will only make you speechless. The final death sentence is not up to me."

Lu Ziyun was in pain like an ugly ghost seeking his life. He lay on the ground and crawled toward her. His fingers were bleeding. He could only stare at Feng Jiuxi's back that was disappearing like a dark fire.

After she came out, her face was calm. Too many people had hurt her in her previous life, and Lu Ziyun's death was not a pity.

After Yan Li was acquitted, the prince was still transferred to Qingzhou to guard the mines because the prime minister did not let him follow him. However, he was supervised by the prince's people and had just saved his life, so he did not dare to do anything else.

The night Lu Ziyun died, the Prime Minister's Mansion was filled with paper and ashes.

Lu Yunhuang was heartbroken and determined to take revenge.

His eyes were wet and cold, and there was no sparkle in them.

"Ming'er, your brother died unjustly, and you must avenge him."

Lu Mingyu was dressed in white, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face looked sad as if she had just cried.

He said in a hateful voice: "Father, if you don't tell me, I will avenge my brother."

Lu Yunhuang looked haggard, "The Feng family has a painting that can trap Feng Jiuxi in it forever."

Lu Mingyu's eyes filled with tears, "Dad, what kind of painting is it?"

Lu Yunhuang said: "This painting was obtained by Feng Jieye when he went to Qingguo."

"There is a charm sealed in the painting. Anyone who looks at the painting will be confused. Once they touch it, they will be sucked into the painting. Their soul will be swallowed by the charm and they will never be reincarnated."

"The charm was sealed by Gongchi Inkstone, the great wizard of the Qing Kingdom."

Lu Mingyu's expression fell into darkness, "Dad, leave this matter to your daughter."
Chapter completed!