It's cold in autumn.
Xu Feiyan felt a different kind of heat and heat.
Zhao Wujiang and her were in disagreement, Zhao Wujiang was responsible for the support, and she was responsible for the disagreement.
Although Xu Feiyan was unambiguous, her body movements told the man what she wanted to do.
From the scorching sun to the scorching climax.
Near dusk.
Xu Feiyan's eyes were filled with light and she was reluctant to leave.
Zhao Wujiang sat lazily on the rocking chair, watching the sunset, feeling completely relaxed.
When Xu Shi entered the sage's time, his mind was a little confused, and he thought of several problems that gave him a headache.
If Nezha, who has three heads and six arms, suffers from cerebral thrombosis, is it one head or three heads?
If Zhao Wujiang can kill himself with one punch, does it prove that Zhao Wujiang is strong, or does it prove that Zhao Wujiang is weak?
The warm light of dusk filled the entire mansion and shone on the lazy Zhao Wujiang. He turned over lazily, trying to fry himself until both sides were golden.
At this moment, he seemed to have the illusion that the years were peaceful.
Of course, he knew very well in his heart that there was no such thing as quiet time, it was just an illusion caused by him taking a break from his busy schedule and lying down.
Sure enough, after less than two cups of tea, he felt a familiar breath approaching quickly.
He looked sideways and found Lin Yu running towards him.
Lin Yu looked at Fengchen servant with a hint of panic in his expression.
Before anyone could get closer, the shouts had already reached Zhao Wujiang's ears.
"Your Highness! Your Highness...Your Highness..."
Zhao Wujiang frowned, it seemed like something had happened.
"Your Highness." Lin Yu had already come to His Highness, panting slightly, with sadness in his eyes. He hesitated to speak, as if he was considering his words.
"Huh?" Zhao Wujiang glanced at Lin Yu and signaled Lin Yu to speak directly.
Lin Yu took a deep breath and looked sad:
"Your Highness, Concubine An has passed away."
Zhao Wujiang was stunned.
Concubine An is dead? When did this happen? He had only seen Concubine An two days ago. Although she was under surveillance, she seemed to be fine.
At that time, he secretly took her pulse and checked An Fei's physical condition. How could she suddenly die?
Could it be related to the note that An Fei secretly passed to him?
The matter of immortality or the ancestor worship ceremony in seven days?
He remembered that Lin Yu had said before that the second prince's mother, the imperial concubine, died suddenly in the palace. Just a few days ago, Ji Bochang's mother, Concubine An, also died?
There must be some connection, something hidden.
Zhao Wujiang's thoughts suddenly became active and he began to sort out the clues he had learned so far.
"Your Highness... My condolences..." Lin Yu bowed down. He saw His Highness was silent and knew that His Highness, who had always been filial, could not accept the death of his mother and concubine.
"Go to Ning'an Palace." Zhao Wujiang's face was filled with sadness, and his whole person looked much depressed for a moment.
Lin Yu nodded in response. He saw His Highness's sadness. Although His Highness's tone was calm, he could feel the extreme pain and anger beneath the calm tone.
The two of them ran towards the harem.
Zhao Wujiang's cultivation level was vast, and he directly launched his cultivation level to fly.
Lin Yu could only catch up quickly on the ground.
Lin Yu did not dare to use cultivation skills to fly in the palace, but he knew that given the current situation, His Highness would definitely not care about these rules.
Zhao Wujiang exuded a furious energy and flew all the way to the harem.
If Ji Bochang is really here, Ji Bochang will be very impulsive, and he will temporarily ignore any restrictions or rules.
"His Royal Highness King Yin, the use of cultivation is prohibited in the palace!" The palace guards sensed the huge fluctuations in cultivation and stepped forward to stop him. When they saw it was the fourth prince Ji Bochang, their heads got big.
They had already heard about what happened in the harem, and finding out about the fourth prince was an impulsive act driven by rage and extreme sadness.
But according to regulations and laws, they have to stop it.
"roll!"
Zhao Wujiang waved his hand and threw a thunder talisman to repel the guards.
He stepped on the wind and rushed towards Ning'an Palace, looking like a man blocking a murderer and a Buddha blocking the Buddha.
