Feng Queyi frowned and did not drink.
Seeing that he was still motionless, He Lanyin suddenly stepped forward to catch him and tapped his acupuncture points, including the dumb point. Not wanting to listen to his pleas, he tapped all the acupoints. This series of actions was too fast, and Feng Que Yi didn't react at all.
"His Majesty--"
Feng Queyi froze, unable to move or make a sound. He could only watch in disbelief as He Lanyin took the tea and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.
don't want!
He doesn't want to drink!
Can't!
Helan Yin!
please!
He finally humbled himself. As long as he didn't drink, as long as he could still remember her, he could kneel down and beg, and he could hand over Sanning, but he had no chance.
Harming others will ultimately harm yourself.
Helan Yin forced Feng Queyi to drink a cup of tea, but before finishing, he poured him another cup of tea. That is, the two cups of tea that were just divided were forced into his mouth.
You are so cruel!
He Lanyin, you are so cruel!
You did this to me!
I hate you! I am going to kill you!
Feng Queyi was screaming in his heart, but he couldn't scream out. He could only turn his eyes red in despair. Grief, anger, pain, regret, and countless emotions impacted him hard.
His tears fell.
He couldn't move, but he cried.
Helan Yin looked at his tears and said indifferently: "Don't blame me. It was you who plotted against me first. I am just repaying him in his own way."
No! not like this! Sanning! Sanning is mine!
But the memory of Sanning is fading.
It was as if a stream of water was washing through his mind, washing away all the memories about her.
pain.
It hurts.
His heart ached to death.
He secretly exerted force, trying to break through the acupuncture points, but he didn't know martial arts and couldn't do anything.
At this moment, he realized his incompetence.
It turns out that, aside from his medical skills, he is so weak.
kill me!
just kill me!
He stared at He Lanyin bitterly. At this moment, he just wanted to die.
He couldn't accept the loss of Sanning and the memory of her.
Just let him die!
Naturally, Helan Yin didn't kill him. For a moment, he couldn't even bear to look into his eyes.
He turned his head, looked away, and clenched his fists.
"boom!"
There was a sound of an object falling to the ground.
Helan Yin turned around hurriedly and saw Feng Queyi lying straight on the ground.
His long hair fell down, covering half of his face.
He closed his eyes as if asleep.
"Go to sleep. When you wake up, we will go back to our places."
He murmured, asking people to take a good look at him, and led them out of the palace.
In front of the Imperial Prefecture
Chen Jin is still fighting with Feng Er.
After he realized that he had fallen into the trap, he returned to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. Feng Er came to stop him in order to prevent him from doing anything bad, and the two of them started fighting in front of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.
Both of them are very good at martial arts, they fight very well, and of course, they are also very destructive.
They accidentally knocked down the plaque of the Imperial Preceptor's Office.
Their swords collided, killing each other in a blinding manner.
Until he shouted: "Your Majesty has arrived——"
The world suddenly became quiet.
The two of them stopped with a tacit understanding and knelt down one after another: "See your majesty."
He Lanyin saw their fighting and went directly into the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion without saying anything.
The clanging sound was the sound made by the armors of the Imperial Guards. There were thousands of them. It looked like they were trying to surround the Imperial Prefect's Mansion with a huge momentum.
Feng Yi's heart was beating wildly when he saw it, and he quickly sent someone to inform Feng Zhanzhi.
Poor Feng Zhanzhi is still struggling in the dark palace.
Seeing how dirty he was, Sang Ning had given up hope that he would let her out, so she just said to him: "Coward!"
So cowardly!
Big coward!
This Feng Zhanzhi is a maniac who is afraid of his nephew!
Feng Zhanzhi was wronged.
He is not afraid, but loves. Because of love, he is afraid, just like Feng Queyi loves her, but is also very afraid of her.
"Waiting for Queyi to come back——"
Feng Zhanzhi still didn't want to go against his nephew's wishes - in the name of love, it was actually hurt, and he knew it in his heart.
Seeing what he said, Sang Ning shouted coldly: "He can't come back! He's dead!"
After hearing this, Feng Zhanzhi said with an unhappy expression: "Don't curse him!"
"I didn't curse him! It was you who harmed him! Feng Zhanzhi, your cowardice, your incompetence, and your hesitation harmed him!"
Sang Ning pUa him in various ways.
Feng Zhanzhi couldn't refute, so he wanted to leave.
He did leave, but he didn't want to. As soon as he walked up the steps and was close to the ground, he heard the sound on the ground.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Master is in the palace, what are you looking for? The second master went out to discuss business and has not come back yet."
It was Feng Yi's voice.
The emperor is here?
Or went directly into Feng Queyi's room?
Feng Queyi didn't come back?
He frowned, feeling that something was wrong.
As he expected, something was indeed wrong.
After He Lanyin entered the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, he went straight to Feng Queyi's room, looking for any mechanism or something, but when he couldn't find it, he became very anxious. Pian Fengyi was still nagging in his ear, and he listened. , displeased, he drew his sword and put it on his neck: "Stop talking nonsense! Your master has already taken the amnesia medicine and has forgotten about Sanning. Hand her over quickly, otherwise, your master's life will be at risk."
Feng Yi was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of his master's death.
At this point, the master's situation is over.
After he saw the situation clearly, he wanted to let him go.
Feng Er could see that he was relieved, and hurriedly opened He Lanyin's sword with his sword: "Your Majesty, this is the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion!"
"presumptuous!
He Lanyin did not expect that a guard of the Imperial Prefecture would dare to attack him.
Seeing this, Feng Yi hurriedly pulled Feng Er to kneel down: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Majesty, spare your life."
He Lanyin raised his foot and kicked Feng Yi away, pointed his sword at Feng Er, and shouted angrily: "Tell me! Where is she? Otherwise, the whole Feng family will die."
Feng Er is not afraid of death at all, and he can be tough-minded: "Queen Sang has died a long time ago! Your Majesty asked someone to come here. Your Majesty must be crazy!"
The crazy He Lanyin stabbed his left shoulder with a sword.
"Well--"
Feng Er's eyes were filled with shock and his expression was painful.
He didn't expect that the emperor would strike so quickly. If his sword was tilted downward and stabbed his heart, he would be dead.
Seeing that his brother's life was in danger, Feng Yi hurriedly kowtowed and begged: "Your Majesty, please calm down. He is a clumsy man, how could he know the secrets of the Imperial Master?"
Helan Yin sneered when he heard what he said: "It seems you know."
Feng Yi nodded: "Of course I know. I hope your majesty will forgive me. I hope your majesty will show mercy."
Helan Yin didn't say anything and directly drew his sword.
The blade dripped with blood.
Feng Er's shoulder was bleeding gurglingly, and he was pale and unsteady due to heavy injuries and excessive blood loss.
Feng Si also threw away the secret guard at this time and rushed over. As soon as he came, he saw that Feng Er was injured and hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Second brother!"
Feng San came in with Feng Si. When he saw this scene, he said: "Your Majesty, although you are the emperor, the Imperial Master is not here at the moment. You are also disrespecting the emperor and his ministers by hurting people with your sword in the Imperial Master's Mansion. A gift, right?"
When He Lanyin heard this, he laughed coldly: "Okay, you still dare to mention the courtesy of a monarch and a subject to me. If I didn't recite the courtesy of a monarch and a subject, the Imperial Preceptor's Office would have been filled with blood."
"Your Majesty, forgive me!"
Feng Yi pulled Feng San and Feng Si to their knees: "You must not be rude to His Majesty! Your Majesty forgives me for the lax discipline of the common people——"
He Lanyin waved his hands irritably, not wanting to listen anymore: "Don't delay any more time. If I can't see her, your master won't be able to come back."
As soon as his voice fell, he heard a voice: "Your Majesty?"
It was a familiar female voice.
It was Sanning's voice.
