The dawn begins to rise, the distant mountains, ancient roads, the rich doors and the eaves... Everything in the world is full of hope at this moment.

However, this should have been a peaceful day, driven by various competitions of profit and the loss of life, ripples on the lake surface and no longer quiet...

Zhenweizhai, Beijing

In recent days, Ye Zhanfei, who was unconscious about poisoning and coma, and managing the huge Zhenweizhai alone, has made Ye Haisong, who is now in his fifties, look less than ten years older than before.

Worry about his son, every night, Ye Haisong would sleep on the soft couch in the room to facilitate the care of Ye Zhanfei. After all, he had a son in old age and was the only son. He was unconscious because Feng Chenyao was poisoned and unconscious. Although he didn't say anything, he still had some complaints in his heart.

"QuQuQ."

"Head Ye, are you up? I'm going to give Mr. Ye acupuncture."

Qinghe stood outside the door, holding the medicine box in his right hand, knocking on the door with his left hand a few times, his back straight, his voice clear and moist, and he asked the people inside without any impatientness.

"Wait."

After a while, the door opened from inside. What caught my eye was Ye Haisong's tired face and half of his gray hair, which looked a little messy. After opening the door, he did not say a word to Qinghe.

"Good morning, head of the Ye family. You have to take good care of yourself. Don't worry, Your Highness will bring the red water flower back today."

Qinghe didn't care about his attitude towards him, so he walked in, looked at Ye Haisong who was sitting on the chair and looking at him with a gloomy face. He smiled with a good temper and sat on the edge of the bed while explaining to him, preparing acupuncture materials for a while.

"Hmph, it's best. If Zhan Fei has any mistakes this time, I will definitely spend all the Ye family's property and severely hurt the prince."

Qinghe knew that Ye Haisong was angry and did not give any comments on what he said. He thought in his heart that Chihua could quickly receive Feng Chenyao. Dodging Ye Haisong's gaze, Qinghe looked at Ye Zhanfei, who was lying on the bed and still had no sign of awakeness, and a hint of worry arose in his heart.

Now is the last day. If the red flower has not been brought back by Feng Chenyao, Ye Zhanfei will always sleep in the illusion and die quickly. Even the Daluo God will not be able to save him.

But he didn't know that his prince was about to encounter a big and small trouble not far from Beijing!

"Cousin, you don't have to hurry back to Beijing! Before dawn, you're going to get up and rush to go, and I'm so sleepy." Li Ziling, who was sleepy, rubbed his eyes, yawned, and looked at Feng Chenyao sitting opposite him with dissatisfaction.

Feng Chenyao at this time was no longer a smile on his face compared to the previous two days ago. If he looked closely, he would have a faint worry and a solemn look.

"Your cousin is thinking about the problem. If you are sleepy, you can sleep in the carriage. When we arrive, we will call you." Qi Liyan listened to the dissatisfaction in Li Ziling's words sitting next to her, looked at Feng Chenyao for a while, and said to her faintly.

After hearing Qi Liyan's words, Li Ziling wanted to refute a few words, "I... OK." However, when he felt the atmosphere in the carriage, he felt a little unusual, so he changed his mouth obediently.

After Li Ziling fell asleep on the soft couch, Qi Liyan turned her eyes to Feng Chenyao, frowned slightly, and looked at him calmly, "Feng Chenyao, what happened?"

"Yan'er, you will sit in the carriage with Ziling for a while. No matter what happens outside, don't come out."

Looking at Feng Chenyao's perfect side face as if it was carved by a knife, he did not respond to what he said. He curled his lips rarely and turned his eyes out the window.

At this moment, the airflow in the carriage had a gradually solidified feeling, which made Qi Liyan feel oppressive and suffocated. She cleared her throat, pretended to be careless, and spoke to Feng Chenyao to try to relieve that feeling.

"Ahem, Feng Chenyao...". He was interrupted before he could say it.

"Yan'er, don't talk." Feng Chenyao made a serious sound to stop him, then raised his voice, "Brother Zhang, where are you going now?"

"Young Master, you look seven or eight miles away from the capital. If you are faster, you can reach the capital with as much as one stick of incense."

Listening to what Zhang Bo was driving the car and said loudly, Feng Chenyao frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Brother Zhang, hurry up the car."

"Yes, young master. You, who are you, what are you doing!"

The carriage suddenly stopped, and some messy steps came from outside, as well as the panic-like voice of Zhang Bo.

"Oh! I hit me to death, how did I drive the car! I parked, cousin, have we arrived?"

"Don't talk. Feng Chenyao, it seems that you are quite popular. You are almost in the capital. Your enemy is coming."

"Don't kill me, I'm just a car driver! Everyone, please spare me."

Feng Chenyao did not respond to Qi Liyan and Li Ziling. He listened carefully to the sounds around him and made a quick analysis on whether the surrounding environment is beneficial or not.

"Eight people, excellent martial arts. Yan'er, please keep the Red Squids and sit in the carriage with Ziling, don't go out."

Feng Chenyao took out the box containing the red water flowers from his arms and handed it to Qi Liyan. After watching the two of them finish talking, he pushed the door and went out.

Qi Liyan held the box and before he could say a word, he saw the blue clothes swaying, leaving a afterimage in the carriage, arousing his complicated mood.

"Why do you make things difficult for a coachman? I want to see what your master and the minions of the mission have."

Feng Chenyao flew out, turned around, and after a slew, he stood on the ground casually. A powerful kingly aura surrounded him. The green shirt was windless, and his ink hair flew up, and his hands stood with his hands behind his back. It was like a pair of sharp eyes on the face of a god, with a cold breath, as if he was looking at the dead, looking at the eight men in black.

The eight people surrounded the carriage, holding a shaky sword in their hands, looking ready to go.

The man in black who was facing Feng Chenyao should be the leader of several people. There was no expression under his face covered by a scarf. But the pair of eyes exposed outside, like a hook, were filled with blood red, as if looking at prey, looking at Feng Chenyao.

"Mr., Master, I..."

Looking at the coachman who was frightened and unable to say a complete sentence, Feng Chenyao said to him: "Uncle Zhang, please stay in the carriage and be careful."

"The prince is really kind-hearted, but judging from the current situation, I'm still thinking about how to save my life, go!"

After the words came, I saw the seven people around me, as if they were training countless times, and their movements were consistent like Feng Chenyao raising his sword to kill him.

I thought that the leader must be a man of five or three tyrants, but as soon as he said that, he was extremely young. Feng Chenyao felt a little familiar with him.
Chapter completed!