A woman has to experience a lot of pain in her life. At present, it is naturally the pain of her aunt who tortures Feng Wuxin's life worse than death.

In the study, Feng Wuxin was lying on the imperial concubine's couch with a thick quilt. Mo Yi sat beside her and rubbed her palms to warm her up to cover Feng Wuxin's abdomen to keep her warm.

"It hurts so much! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

I don’t know what kind of special physique the original owner, the third lady of Feng’s family, had. In addition, the poison in her body disrupted the metabolism. This time, my aunt was extremely painful. Even Feng Wuxin frowned in pain.

However, this pain can only be relieved slightly and it will last for seven days.

It hurts just one word, she can say it a thousand eight hundred times.

"Brother-in-law, did Lan Yixiao catch it?"

The emperor only gave Mo Yi and Yancangzhou ten days to arrest Lan Yixiao. Feng Wuxin has been lying in the general's mansion for the past two days, and he is too lazy to walk around for a single step, and the matters that are happening outside are almost isolated.

"I haven't caught it yet, the Thousand-Faced Poison King still paints the lady as he looks like he is at ease, but witnesses have seen him appear in Kyoto."

"Or pretending to be me? Why is the purpose?"

Feng Wuxin didn't understand that Lan Yixiao's methods would not be necessary. Besides, she has come out of the Dali Temple prison now, and people also understand that she is not the murderer who killed Feng's family. It is really hard to understand that Lan Yixiao pretended to be her and murdered people.

"Another murder occurred last night. Now the entire capital is martial law. If there is no hand-ticket to leave the city, it will be impossible to leave the capital of Yan State."

"In other words, is Lan Yixiao hiding somewhere in the capital?"

Mo Yi nodded, rubbed his slender big hands again and gently pressed Feng Wuxin's abdomen.

"Are Madam better?"

"It still hurts, it hurts to death."

Feng Wuxin, with a pale face, curled up on the imperial concubine's couch. She knew that she was tortured because of a woman. Those who didn't know thought it was poisonous again.

The Thousand-faced Poison King Lan Yixiao is still free. No matter how many people the court sent, he could not be arrested, which made people in the capital panic. At night, every household has closed the doors and windows, fearing that Lan Yixiao, the Thousand-faced Poison King who is dressed as Feng Wuxin, will be arrested and killed.

The next day, the weather was sunny, and Feng Wuxin, who was bored in Qiansui Mansion, was in a difficult mood to go out to relax.

But who knew that when people on the street saw Feng Wuxin, they ran around like beasts, and avoided them like snakes and scorpions.

"As for that?"

Feng Wuxin looked at the panic-willed people with contempt, and walked towards Yuan's mansion with a pale face.

In front of the Yuan Mansion, Feng Wuxin stood there and looked helplessly, accepting the Yuan Mansion butler's investigation over and over again.

"Name."

"Feng Wuxin."

"age."

"sixteen."

"Where are living in the house, who are there?"

The old housekeeper of Yuan's mansion wanted to ask about Feng Wuxin's birth date and horoscope until he was sure that the person in front of him was Feng Wuxin himself, and then he let it go.

"Forgive me, Mrs. Qiansui. What happened recently has made us nervous. It is better to have more things than to have less. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Mrs. Qiansui will take care of her more."

The old housekeeper of Yuan’s mansion is also considering the safety of everyone in the mansion. If the Thousand-Faced Poison King pretends to be Feng Wuxin, then the Yuan’s mansion will suffer.

"I know, I know."

Feng Wuxin also understood this. If it were her, she would probably have to carefully check her identity, otherwise it would be more of a loss if there were any disadvantages.

However, everyone's eyes looked at her were defensive, which was very unhappy.

Following the old butler to the backyard of Yuan's mansion, Yuan Zhengyang had known about Feng Wuxin's arrival for a long time, but when he saw Feng Wuxin's face that was whiter than a ghost, his gray eyebrows frowned.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I'm dying after losing too much blood."

Feng Wuxin answered Yuan Zhengyang's words weakly.

Since Feng Wuxin entered Yuan Mansion, the old butler knew something was wrong with Feng Wuxin's body when he saw Feng Wuxin sat down. He specially placed the soft cushion on the chair.

Thanks, Feng Wuxin looked at the old housekeeper and found a comfortable position to sit down.

Soon, the old housekeeper led Yuan Ping'an to the study, and the little guy pestered Feng Wuxin and told him stories.

"Sister Fairy, An An also wants to hear the story of Journey to the West."

"Aren't the story of Journey to the West finished? Today, my sister will change the story of the Three Kingdoms."

So, while Feng Wuxin was taking Yuan Ping'an's pulse, he told the story of the Three Kingdoms. Even the Old General Yuan was fascinated by the hearing.

But due to the extremely huge worldview of the Three Kingdoms, Feng Wuxin only talked about the feud between Liu, Guan and Zhang in Taoyuan, and signaled Ping An to drink medicine and rest, and waited for her next time to continue the next chapter of the Three Kingdoms.

Yuan Ping'an looked reluctant, but he still followed Feng Wuxin's words, drank the boiled soup and left the study with the butler.

"Later, what happened to Liu Bei, Zhang Fei and Guan Yu?"

Mr. Yuan was very interested in the story of the Three Kingdoms, but Feng Wuxin was not in the mood to continue to tell her. She had something to do today and wanted to tell Mr. Yuan.

"Elder General, give me a license. I will go to the Dali Temple prison tomorrow."

"Why? Besides, Dali Temple is under the jurisdiction of Yuan Zhe. What's the use of you and I want to have a license?"

Old General Yuan looked at Feng Wuxin in confusion.

His son Yuan Zhecai is the Minister of Dali Temple. Now Feng Wuxin wants to give him a special offer, which is somewhat unreasonable.

"Does General Yuan think that people with your son's personality will give me privileges? For the sake of safety, I can write me a pass."

As soon as he heard the word "Ping An", Old General Yuan's face turned dark again. Feng Wuxin was really used to using Ping An assumption.

"What are you doing when you go to the Dali Temple Prison?"

"Of course there is something to do, and this matter is related to the recent murder case in the capital. I hope Mr. Yuan keeps it confidential for me, even for safety."

He used peace as an excuse for both words in one breath, and this woman was really shameless.

But in the end, Yuan Zhengyang wrote a privilege to Feng Wuxin, allowing Feng Wuxin to enter and exit the Dali Temple.

Yuan Zhengyang did not ask about the details.

"By the way, you and I haven't decided the winner a few days ago. Let's fight again?"

Mr. Yuan has always been itchy. It has been rare to meet an opponent in so many years. The tricks of Feng Wuxin are very strange. Since the battle with Feng Wuxin that day, he really wants to fight her again.

Mr. Yuan's excited look made Feng Wuxin look disgusted.

"Old Yuan, look at my weak virtue now. If you beat you and you will be angry again, you will say that I will kill someone again."

After the words came, Feng Wuxin ignored Yuan Zhengyang, who was full of anger and left Yuan's mansion with the pardon pass. Only Old Yuan cursed Feng Wuxin in an angry voice, saying that I was going to kill you one by one.
Chapter completed!