Chu Ling's clear eyes stared at him closely.

Fakong muttered: "It's impossible to replace your guards, and it's impossible for you not to return to Lingyun Palace..."

Chu Ling shook his head: "I can't replace the guards at will. This power rests with the guard manager. No matter how favored I am, I can't interfere with the manager's affairs at will. He won't listen to me... It's really not possible. I can only

Let me stay with my mother first."

"This is also an idea." Fakong nodded lightly.

"But the Queen Mother will definitely be suspicious and think that I am abnormal, because usually I still like to stay in Lingyun Palace by myself." Chu Ling said: "When the time comes, I will say that it was your idea, Master."

Fakong smiled and nodded.

Chu Ling smiled and said: "The Queen Mother will definitely say that I am suspicious and that you are pretending to be a ghost, and we will not be able to please you."

Fakong's eyes became deep again, illuminating her faintly.

After a moment, Fa Kong shook his head.

"no?"

"They also killed the queen." Fakong sighed: "It was your guards who did it, and the grand master had no time to stop them."

Chu Ling could no longer relax, and frowned and said: "You want to kill even the queen mother? That's so outrageous! ... What should we do?"

"It seems that I can't return to the palace." Fakong said slowly.

Chu Ling said: "If I don't return to the palace, where will I live? Over there with the third brother or over with the ninth brother?"

Fakong pondered: "If it's Prince Yi's side..."

He looked at Chu Ling with his eyes, his deep gaze shining on her.

Then he shook his head: "No, Prince Yi can't protect you."

He murmured again: "As for Prince Xin...it won't work, and I can't protect you."

Chu Ling met his profound gaze and hummed: "Master, do you mean that I will definitely die?"

Fakong said: "There is always a chance of survival, so just follow the emperor."

He looked at Chu Ling with a faint gaze, and nodded slowly: "Following the Emperor, we can indeed avoid this disaster."

"It won't work." Chu Ling said: "If I tell my father this, he will definitely laugh and won't believe it. He is most annoyed by this kind of pretentiousness."

"If you want to survive, you must stay by the emperor's side." Fakong said: "Other than that, I haven't thought of any other way yet."

"Then can we catch that guy?" Chu Ling's eyes sparkled, as if there were burning flames: "Why should I wait for him to come and kill me instead of killing him first?"

"Take the initiative?" Fakong pondered.

Through his clairvoyance, he failed to see that the person behind the scenes was very hidden, and he was probably one of the nine elders, or possibly another high-level person in the Kunshan Holy Cult.

Why did those guards suddenly want to assassinate Chu Ling?

He must have been under the spell of enlightenment.

No matter how powerful the Kunshan Holy Cult is, there will not be so many people sneaking into the guards. You must know that the guards of the Forbidden Palace must first and foremost be innocent and loyal for generations.

There may be one or two fish that slip through the net occasionally, but there are definitely not so many disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult. They can be found wherever Chu Ling goes. How could there be so many of them.

How to find out the person behind this?

His concealment methods are extremely clever, and he can hide it from the priests of the Forbidden Palace. It is useless to ask the priests of the Forbidden Palace to check again.

Chu Ling's bright eyes suddenly shone, and she smiled sweetly: "Master Fakong, why don't I stay here."

Her smile was bright and dazzling.

Fa Kong, however, felt calm and shook his head slightly.

"Master, are you afraid of being implicated by me?"

"I'm afraid that His Highness will be implicated by me." Fakong shook his head and said: "Today, there has been an assassination attempt on me. I have become a thorn in the side of Kunshan Holy Cult, and I must pull it out quickly."

"Master Fakong, you can handle it."

"I can handle it on my own, but if you're here, Your Highness, I'm afraid it won't be possible."

"Alas!" Chu Ling sighed faintly: "Is this my fate? No matter how hard I struggle, I won't survive this year?"

Fa Kong remained silent.

He actually felt a sense of difficulty in Chu Ling to change his destiny, as if he was fighting against the invisible force of fate.

Chu Ling looked at Fakong: "That's all, I'm going to follow my father shamelessly. He won't leave no matter how much he scolds me."

Fakong nodded: "Your Highness, be careful."

"Is there really no other way?" Chu Ling refused to give up: "Is there any way to find that guy out?"

Fakong hesitated: "This will be very dangerous."

Chu Lingming's eyes sparkled: "I have died many times, the danger does not matter, as long as I get rid of that guy!"

"... Then we must cooperate with Prince Xin." Fakong said: "Only with Prince Xin's cultivation can the situation be reversed."

"Brother Ninth, there is no problem." Chu Ling said: "Master, please tell me, what method should we use?"

"Then your Highness pretends not to know anything and still returns to Lingyun Palace. When your guard Zhao Mingze takes action, let Prince Xin arrive in time and catch him."

"Well, what then?"

"As long as I catch this Zhao Mingze and don't let him perish together, I can find the person behind the scenes through Fate Pass."

"That's a good idea!"

"But this is very dangerous. If you are not careful, Your Highness will really die."

"As long as we can catch that guy!" Chu Lingming's eyes sparkled: "I'll go tell Brother Ninth and ask him to help."

Fakong said: "I'll send someone to invite Prince Xin."

Chu Ling has a ruthlessness in his bones and a fearless spirit of life and death.

He slapped his hands.

Lin Feiyang appeared in a flash.

"Please come to me, Lord Xin."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang glanced at Chu Ling curiously and found it strange.

It was obviously the first time they met, but judging from the way she got along with Fakong, they seemed to be old friends, casual and natural.

Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

Chu Ling looked at the place where he disappeared curiously: "Your follower's Qinggong is very powerful."

"That's awesome." Fakong said, "Your Highness, have you really thought about it?"

"Master, I heard that you have a lot of fine wine, why don't we take a jar and try it?"

"Your Highness also likes to drink?"

"I've never drank it." Chu Ling said, "But since Master likes it, there must be something wonderful about it, and I want to try it too."

"Then let's go pick an altar." Fakong took her to the pagoda garden at the back.

It is already late autumn, and a gust of wind blows, bleak and chilling, making people feel cold from outside to inside.

The pagoda garden is everywhere green and green, not affected by the autumn wind at all.

It seems like a world of its own here, it's still spring.

This gust of autumn wind blows, and all kinds of green vegetables are swaying gently, which is really moving.

Chu Ling looked at these vegetables curiously.

Because of the divine water, these vegetables grow much better than ordinary green vegetables.

As if it has been ripened, the flowers are blooming, and the fruits are already small fruits, which will be almost ready to eat in half a month.

"In winter, won't you be able to eat fresh vegetables?"

"yes."

"This is a good thing, Master. Why don't you send some to the palace." Chu Ling said with a smile: "Let the father and the queen have a taste of it."

Fakong smiled and said nothing.

Everyone in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple has a big appetite.

Fanning stopped talking.

When both Zhou Yang and Xu Qingluo were growing up, they were half-grown men who had to eat more than me because they were poor.

Huiling and Lin Feiyang were fine, almost the same as me.

The four members of Yuan Deng are all pot-bellied men.

These dishes are barely enough for everyone to eat. If they are sent to the palace, they will definitely not be enough, so they cannot be given.

What's more, for a wise and powerful man like the Emperor, these small favors are meaningless.
To be continued...