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Xin Cang Qu threw the jade fan to Huang Meng gongzi, then smiled faintly and said: "Last night, Kunlun said something about Lanruo Tower and you, so I guessed that with that evil ghost's personality, he would definitely come here personally to investigate. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here personally."

Young Master Huang Meng nodded as she received the jade fan. She opened it and stepped forward to gently fan the wind with the letter. She cautiously asked, "Lord Cang, why did you …"

"You want to ask why I asked you to put that painting there, and why you intentionally wrote that poem?" Xin Cang Qu's smile was still unrestrained as she softly replied.

Huang Meng gongzi nodded again, "In that case, won't they be able to tell that Lord Cang also wants to fight for the rights to the world?"

Xin Cang Qu blinked and picked up the teacup from the table, blowing on the tea leaves floating on top of the teacup. She leisurely took a sip, then said with a smile, "This Emperor wants them to think like that."

Huang Meng gongzi hesitated for a moment before he looked at Xin Cang Qu in confusion, "This subordinate doesn't understand …"

"There are many things you don't understand." Xin Cang Qu laughed lightly, her red eyes flashing with a mischievous smile as her gaze fell on Young Noble Huang.

Huang Meng gongzi stopped what he was doing and lowered his head in shame.

Seeing him in such a state, Xin Cang Qu couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so he put down the teacup. "Think about it. Just look at that painting and that poem. Who would they think of?"

"The westerly winds fill the yard, and the cold, fragrant, cold butterflies are hard to come by." "If he were to become Emperor Qing …" Huang Meng gongzi was deep in thought as he recited the words. When he reached this point, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Ji Ling is king!"

"In this world, there are only a handful of people who have such lofty aspirations and unparalleled pride." However, her crimson eyes contained a sharp glint that could be found in them that could be combined at any moment, "State Lord Feng Yu, Feng Yixiao, is heartless and only wants one side to be at peace. This is a matter that everyone knows. The other four countries... The two brothers of Kunwu and Ji Ling, Ji Chong Feng, had entered the Cloud Country without any illusions, while the Truekeep Kingdom … In his heart, there was someone who could compete with him … "It was written down!"

Huang Meng gongzi looked at Xin Cang Qu as if he understood something, but he didn't know what she wanted to say.

He only heard Cang Qu continue to speak, "But regarding the matter of the Orchid Pavilion, the first person he excluded should be This King!"

Hearing this, Huang Meng gongzi seemed to have understood what was going on. After a while, when she didn't say anything, he cautiously asked: "Could it be because …?" Ten years ago? "

"If you can even think of it, then so can he." The smile on Xin Cang Qu's face finally faded as he pursed his lips slightly. After a while, he said, "What's left …" Ji Chong Feng and Yun Wu Huan … The style of this poem was indeed very consistent with Ji Chong Feng. But don't forget, the person in the Cloud Entering Country is the most mysterious person among us! "

"Your subordinate understands, Cang wants to disrupt their judgement?!" Huang Meng gongzi guessed.

"Exactly." Xin Cang Que pursed her lips and spat out these two words softly.

"So that's how it is. The Heavens are wise indeed."

"However, since he's already begun to investigate you, he won't stop until he finds out anything. You should be more careful and avoid his people as much as possible." Xin Cang Qu said lightly.

"Yes sir!" Huang Meng gongzi nodded in agreement.

"..."

It was noon when the brothers Quangano and Quango returned to the Proton Manor. As soon as he walked into the main hall, Kungfu threw off his bamboo hat and collapsed into a chair, looking exhausted.

Kunlun couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

"Brother, did you discover anything?" Kungfu casually asked.

Kunlun slowly walked to a seat on the other side and gently waved his jade fan. He gave a charming smile and said, "This Young Noble Huang Meng seems to be more interesting than I had expected."

Hearing him say so, Kungfu also got interested. He sat up straight and leaned over to ask, "You just thought he was interesting?"

"Who do you think it is?" Kunlun's eyes slightly moved as he said in a light voice.

It was a question without a beginning or end, but Kungfu understood, "I think that painting... And that poem, it is very similar to Ji Chong Feng's style. "

"What else?" Kungfu looked at him with a wide smile.

"What else?" Kungfu asked with a smile.

"I asked Young Master Huang Meng if he made the calligraphy and painting, but he concealed it with his words and only replied with a sentence to amuse himself." At this point, Kunwu raised the teacup beside his hand and took a sip of tea.

"What's wrong with that?" Kungfu slightly raised his brows.

"Have you looked at the calligraphy carefully?" Kunlun put down the tea cup and gently caressed the surface of the white jade fan with his jade-like fingers.

"Painting and calligraphy …" Kungfu tried hard to recall, "That painting was an old one, but the poem on it was still half dry. Clearly, it was on the question this morning." Her starry eyes lit up as she said, "He did this on purpose?"

"That's right." Kunlun calmly replied.

"Then... That person intentionally lured us in a different direction so that we would think that Huang Meng is Ji Chong Feng's person? " Kunlun's eyes became serious, as if he was thinking about something.

Kunlun calmly replied, "Yes."

Kungfu frowned, "But … If it was not Ji Chong Feng, then who else could it be? "

"Maybe Ji Chong Feng is doing this on purpose to disrupt our judgment?" Kunlun looked up at him and said with a smile that was not a smile.

Kun Wu Yuan raised his hand to support his chin, and after pondering for a moment, he asked, "Brother, could it be that he's the one that has never appeared in the Cloud Entering Country?"

"I don't know."

Kungfu's reply caused Kungfu to be surprised, but he was also surprised, "My good brother that can do anything, you actually said you don't know?"

Kunlun did not seem to see Kunlun's surprised look, "But …"

"But what?" Kungfu looked at him in curiosity.

"Lanruo was famous ten years ago. It couldn't have been him!" Kungfu seemed to have not heard Kungfu's words, as he mumbled absentmindedly.

"You're talking about …" "Cang Qu?" The eyes of the kungwu beaver flashed, and he asked again.

Hearing the two words "Cang Qu," Kunlun finally came back to his senses, "Ji Chong Feng or Yun Wu Huan, it can't be him!"

Hearing this, Kungfu Yuyuan looked at him suspiciously, as if he wanted to see a trace of different feelings from those icy eyes.

Kunlun looked at him coldly. "Just say what you want to say. Just say it. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just curious, how did you learn so well from her?" Kungfu smirked.

Kunwu raised his eyebrows, still maintaining his calm smile. He swung the jade fan in his hand, and suddenly, a stream of cold air blew him away.

Kungfu slumped back into his chair. The chair almost couldn't take his weight, so it shook and swayed before it stabilized.

"Hello …" I am your blood brother! "

"Brat, have your wings hardened?"

Kunlun looked around and immediately shut his mouth.

At this time, the butler of the protector's manor, Yan Zhi, walked in. He bowed towards the two men in front and reported, "Your Highness, Gongzi Lone Dust, Ye Qiu, and Mu Yin requests an audience."

"The three of them came back together?" It was usually the three of them who took turns to follow him, but today was a strange day. They turned to look at Kunwu, and seeing how calm he was, they understood.

"Let them in." Kunlun said softly.

"Yes sir!" Yan Yi retreated.

After a moment, Gu Chen, Ye Qiu, and Mu Yin walked into the hall and respectfully bowed to the two masters, "Greetings to Your Highness and Your Highness Yuan."

"Get up." Kunlun said calmly.

"Thank you, Your Highness." The three of them thanked him in unison.

"Brother, why didn't the three of them come with you?" Kungfu looked at Kunwu with a profound look in his eyes.

At the mention of this matter, the three of them kneeled down on one knee. "That day, we were the ones who failed in our duty and failed to protect His Highness. I hope that Your Highness will forgive us."

"What's going on?" Hearing that the three were talking incorrectly, Kungfu immediately took a step forward and approached the three.

The three of them did not know that His Highness did not tell the matter of him being trapped in the dungeon that day to Prince Yuan. The leader of the three, Gu Chen, looked at Kungfu's sharp eyes and then turned his pleading eyes to Kunwu.

The other two lowered their heads as they did not dare to look at Kunge, knowing that this time, the three of them had stirred up some trouble, so they did not dare to make another sound.

"Don't look at him, look at me!" Kungfu's voice suddenly turned cold, "What exactly happened?"

His cold gaze made Gu Chen shudder. He had never seen this kind of Prince Yuan before. In his impression, this person had always been playful and disrespectful, but now this kind of person …

This kind of him, was for his majesty! Only for the sake of Your Highness!

But... Should he speak?

"Stop making things difficult for them." Kung Oo, who was sitting at the top seat, suddenly spoke.

Kungfu looked back at Kunlun, and at that moment, the anger on his face was replaced by panic … Such a contradictory expression actually made Kunlun's heart ache …

"I won't make things difficult for them anymore. Tell me yourself, one by one!"

His voice was actually a bit shaky … He … He was afraid!

This was Her Highness, the leopard king who had experienced thousands of kinds of pain in the world, yet had never even blinked … He was actually afraid!

Kungfu's eyes were as bright as swords. His gaze was sharp as if he was trying to pry something out. He was determined to not give up until he got to his goal.

Kunwu's eyes were as cold as a cold pond. They were cold and charming, causing people to be unable to see the bottom, yet they remained silent without a single ripple.

The two of them looked at each other. The sword light twisted the cold pond. The cold pond also froze the sword light.

For a moment, Kungfu was afraid to look into those eyes, because he knew exactly what Kungfu was afraid of … Because many years ago, on that night when he was dyed red with blood, this was how he looked at the woman who weighed the heaviest to him …

The hall was very quiet, and the air was getting colder. Only the faint sounds of breathing could be heard.

For a long time, the look in Kungfu's eyes did not change.