This chapter is to make up for yesterday's.
——
Cloud Mist Pavilion.
Feng Lian held a stack of golden notes in his hand, and an infatuated smile appeared on his face.
Ever since Wu Zetian left, Feng Lian had not taken his eyes off the gold notes in front of him.
He repeated the count many times, counting again and again.
"Haha! There were a total of 30 cards! I became rich overnight!"
Any one of them could be exchanged for 1,000 taels of gold at the bank.
Even those who didn't love money would breathe heavily if they saw this.
Not to mention that Feng Lian valued money as much as his life.
He was sniffing the scent of ink on the gold notes.
"Boom!"
"Thump…"
Suddenly, Feng Lian heard heavy footsteps on the floor.
Lai Junchen did not bother to hide his identity. He dragged a black iron long saber in his hand and slowly walked towards him.
Her expression was extremely calm, but her entire body was emitting a strong killing intent.
Feng Lian raised his head and found that the wood chips on the floor had been plowed by the black iron long knife.
His eyes were filled with horror because the direction that the long wound was pointing at was right on his body!
"It's you! Save…"
Before he finished speaking.
Feng Lian's head fell to the ground.
His eyes were wide open, and his mouth was still opening and closing. He died with his eyes wide open.
Lai Junchen walked to the corpse.
He bent down to pick up the gold notes scattered on the ground and slowly wiped the remaining blood on the hilt.
There was no emotion on her face, as if she had just killed an insignificant ant instead of a human.
"How dare you!"
The four top-tier masters rushed over, but they were too late. Feng Lian's head was still rolling on the ground, and the blood from his broken neck was flowing out like a dam. The whole room was covered in blood.
The four experts did not hesitate. They looked at each other, and their internal strength surged out, charging at Lai Junchen.
They had enough confidence to take down the murderer. After all, the combined strength of the four of them was comparable to a peak first-rate expert.
"Swoosh!"
Lai Junchen put down the gold check, and the black iron saber turned into a faint shadow.
In the blink of an eye.
Lai Junchen expressionlessly withdrew his saber.
An unnoticeable slit appeared on the necks of the four experts.
As soon as they covered their necks, their heads fell to the ground weakly. The wall behind them was covered in dust, and there were four deep knife marks on it.
After doing all this, Lai Junchen circulated his internal energy and ran towards the palace.
"Jiang Lang, after Yu 'Er finishes the morning court session, I'll come and pick you up.”
He looked at Jiang Feng's room, and a gentle expression appeared on Lai Junchen's face. He kicked the window in front of him, and then he flew away.
Half an hour later.
Lai Junchen's qinggong was activated to the maximum, and the palace before him gradually became clearer.
She hurriedly changed into a purple python robe and stepped into the Nine Phoenix Hall.
He looked up.
He realized that the Phoenix Throne was empty.
"Strange, Your Majesty left earlier than I did, and I waited for Your Majesty to leave. I killed Feng Lian at the Cloud Mist Pavilion before leaving, so why haven't I seen Your Majesty yet?”
Lai Junchen couldn't help but feel puzzled.
The civil and military officials were also puzzled. They paced around and stared at the empty phoenix throne with anxious expressions.
……
At the palace gate.
Wu Zetian stood outside the grand door.
Beside her stood the silent Granny Qian.
The city guards had already seen through Wu Zetian's identity and were kneeling on the ground in fear.
The guards all lowered their heads, but their eyes were filled with surprise. They did not know why the Martial Emperor had been standing there.
As long as Wu Zetian took one more step, she would be able to enter the palace.
"Granny Qian, do you think I should go to the morning court or go back to see Jiang Feng?”
Wu Zetian was at a loss and her eyes were filled with unease.
"Your Majesty already has the answer in your heart, so why bother asking this old woman? If he was a moment late, even if the Holy Doctor came personally, he would probably be helpless!”
Granny Qian said calmly. She had a good impression of Jiang Feng, so her words were naturally on his side.
Beside them, the guards knelt until their feet were numb. However, they realized that the Martial Emperor had no intention of asking them to get up, as if he did not see them.
The guards were confused.
"Wait up and prepare a fast horse for zhen. zhen wants to personally welcome the male consort into the palace!”
Very quickly.
The head guard walked out with a blood-red horse.
Although he didn't understand, he didn't say anything.
Wu Zetian didn't even turn her head and directly mounted her horse.
"Your Majesty! Empress Lu had just instructed that if His Majesty returned to the palace, he should go to the morning court immediately!”
Suddenly, a guard with a saber stepped into the air and half-knelt in front of the Martial Emperor.
However, Wu Zetian turned a deaf ear to him. She rode on a horse, leaving a long trail of dust on Chang 'an Street.
He did not go to court in the morning.
Wu Zetian would regret it one day.
But he did not save Jiang Feng.
She felt that she would regret it for the rest of her life.
……
As they rode on Chang 'an Street, countless men ate a lot of dust and cursed at Wu Zetian.
However, no one dared to stop her.
This was because the horse's mane was dyed golden and there was a golden helmet embedded on the head of the horse. This meant that this was an imperial horse!
When Wu Zetian arrived outside the Cloud Mist Pavilion, she found that it was already a mess inside.
Many people came and went, their faces full of panic.
Something big had happened!
"Could it be that Jiang Feng committed suicide?”
Wu Zetian thought uneasily.
All of a sudden.
She saw a few constables carrying a corpse out and placing it in a corner of the hall.
The corpse was covered with a thick layer of white cloth.
"Jiang Feng!"
Wu Zetian shouted and walked towards the corpse.
Every step she took was extremely difficult. Her footsteps were as heavy as lead.
In a room on the second floor.
Jiang Feng had been hanging on the beam for half an hour, and he suddenly felt bored.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have died long ago.
However, Jiang Feng even had the mood to swing.
He felt that his suicide attempt was going to fail.
Unexpectedly, Wu Zetian's voice came from downstairs.
His expression immediately turned serious.
He no longer had the mood to wander around.
Jiang Feng thought for a moment, and then he quickly squeezed out two streams of tears that flowed down his cheeks.
Downstairs.
Wu Zetian's body went limp and she sat beside the corpse.
The hand that was holding " Jiang Feng " through the white cloth was trembling.
She could feel every part of her body, and it was as if she could still feel the force that Jiang Feng had used to push her away.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]