Hearing this, Murong Yixuan pondered and looked at him and said, "father, the son minister thinks it's better for the father to leave at this time."
"Well? What does that mean? " Murong Bo looked at him and asked.
"Father, just think about it. At this time, general Feng is at a critical moment of life and death, and Feng's house will certainly not entertain guests. Moreover, when such a thing happens, it is not only them, but also the major forces and families in the city who will pay attention to the movement of Feng's house. The father has sent doctors to visit him and expressed his concern. Therefore, the children's ministers think it's better for him not to go."
"Do you mean that if I go again, I'm afraid that I will be the person behind the assassination of fengxiao?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his sharp eyes fell on the son.
Murong Yixuan slightly closed his eyes, and did not answer directly, but arched his hand and said, "the son minister just feels that the father is not suitable to go to the Phoenix House at the moment."
After hearing the speech, Murong Bowei pondered. His eyes stayed on him for a while and then moved away. He said, "what you said is reasonable. Since you don't want to go, you can go to the warehouse and choose some herbs to send to the warehouse. Maybe they can use them."
"Yes." Murong Yixuan should a, looking at him negative hand to step out.
He looked thoughtfully at the back of his father's departure. He felt a little uneasy under his heart, and a dignified color appeared on his handsome face.
I just hope that his conjecture is wrong. This is not what he did. Otherwise, I'm afraid the consequences will be unimaginable
As for the other side, in fengxiao's courtyard and room, the old man, Feng Jiu and Guan Xilin are sitting around the table and talking about the attack on fengxiao. After exclusion and analysis, the final result is somewhat unbelievable.
"No, no, how could it be? Maybe we were wrong The old man didn't want to believe it because the answer was too hard for him to accept.
Feng Jiuwei sighed and said, "with the strength of our Fengfu, few of the whole yaori Kingdom dare to oppose us. Moreover, the assassination happened in Yunyue City, the capital of the country. It's hard for me to doubt it."
"Maybe, maybe someone from another country assassinated your father. Maybe, maybe..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Feng Jiu.
"Yes, maybe it is. However, in recent years, there has been no war between the surrounding ninth class countries and us in yaori, so it is not possible to suddenly attack dad."
Her voice slightly, said: "another is, can accurately grasp dad's recent life law, and has the strength to hurt him like this, how many people in the cloud moon city can believe that grandfather also knows."
"Although there are no useful clues left in the battle scene, who can be demoted as many as 20 or 30 masters like that, except for mu Rongbo, the leader of Yao Japan? Grandfather, don't forget that since ancient times, kings have been suspicious. What's more, the strength of our Fengfu today is indeed worth his fear. If he wants to weaken the power of our Fengfu, will he not be willing to kill? "
Her voice is light, but analysis of every sentence in reason, needle needle see blood.
The great tree catches the wind, the great name brings disaster, and the great achievements cover the master. Fengfu is now exactly the sentence.
The old man didn't speak for a long time, but his fists trembled slightly. He seemed to be holding back something. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He looked at Feng Jiu sitting in front of him. The old man's voice came out with tiredness
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