Zhou Wenbai's face changed suddenly, "Is the master suspicious sir..."

"I can't confirm yet." Feng Jiuzhou closed his eyes and covered the cold color in his eyes. "It's just a feeling... a disturbing premonition."

Zhou Wenbai pursed his lips, and for a moment he felt like a layer of indelible clouds were covered with.

...

Compared to Feng Jiuzhou and Zhou Wenbai's solemn uneasy, Feng Ling was obviously in a good mood in the villa at this time. Looking at the snow scene outside the beautiful door, she sat cross-legged on the soft blanket in the room. On the tea table in front of her was a set of tea sets with celadon white background. The fragrance of tea scattered in the room, making people feel relieved.

Her master was holding a book in his hand, leaning on the low couch in front of the window and reading attentively. The wind chime poured the brewed tea into the teacup, got up and took a cup to the master, and whispered: "Master, when can we leave here?"

The master raised his eyes, took the teacup from her, and said lightly: "Do you want to leave here?"

"The disciple suddenly had the ability to predict the future." Feng Ling sighed, his expression seemed a little melancholy and uneasy, "The prefect is here, and I feel that something big will happen here in Xunzhou."

The master didn't say anything, slowly sipped the tea, his expression rarely getting deep.

"Master, if something happened to the Feng family, will we be implicated?"

"No." The master's tone was calm, just as calm as when facing wild animals in the mountains. "Even if you are implicated, your teacher will keep you safe."

"Don't Master protect me." Feng Ling pouted, her expression seemed a little depressed. "The disciple had said before that he wanted a hero to save the beauty. If he encountered danger, the disciple would rather be buried in the wolf's belly than keep the master safe."

When the master heard this, he looked at her silently. He didn't know whether he was moved or felt that this disciple was too overestimating his ability. Anyway, he couldn't tell the thoughts in his heart from his expression.

The wind chime held his cheek and looked at his master with his eyes, "Master, the iron ore is blocked... Will the head of the Feng family feel that his master has not done his best?"

The implication of this sentence should be that at this point, will Feng Jiuzhou suspect that they have no intention of helping each other sincerely?

Because the great hermit should have a clever plan and plan, it should be easy for him to do anything difficult even if it is in his hands.

But the master has not really helped them solve a problem.

Although the iron ore incident has been reported, it is facing many difficulties. It seems that it is nowhere to be achieved if you want to get the iron ore smoothly. The only idea that Master has given them is to spread rumors about the true emperor in Qiyang City—

Feng Ling knew very well that the city lord of Qiyang City Ling Shang was a person who was not easy to mess with. She had heard His Majesty mention this person when she was serving Mo in front of His Majesty. This person is rebellious by nature, but he has no different intentions towards the court, and his temper is definitely not good. If he knew that someone had plotted against him, how could he give up?

There is no news in Qiyang City yet, but Fengling thought it should be soon.

When news comes over there, Feng Jiuzhou should know how unreliable the idea the master gave him is... As for now, even if there is no evidence, Feng Jiuzhou, who is suspicious, should have some ideas?

What will he do next?

King Chen looked indifferently at the snow scene outside the window and didn't say anything for a long time.

Recommended reading: The new book of the great god Tiancan Tudou "Yuan Zun", the new work of the great god Mao Ni "

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