Pushing open the gate of Jianfu Palace, a dull breath followed, and there was a strong smell of medicine.

I also smelled this medicine in Yanxi Palace before, but it wasn't so bad.

Zhu Feng subconsciously reached out and wiped his nose, originally wanted someone to hand him a handkerchief, but when he looked back, he remembered that those little eunuchs had been left outside the palace gate by himself.

After all, it's hard to talk about the epidemic.

If someone really made a ghost, he didn't want this kind of ugly thing to be publicized too quickly.

So, slowly walked into the palace.

Liyun walked to the bead curtain, stretched out her hand to open the curtain, and said softly: "Your Majesty, please." ”

Zhu Feng walked in slowly, and the curtains on the bed were still hanging down layer by layer, covering up the situation inside, and only faintly saw a figure lying there.

Du Siyao.

Zhu Feng's brows frowned slightly, but he still stepped forward and said, "Du Jieyu." ”

“……”

There was no response.

He reached out and opened the tent.

Du Jieyu, who was lying on the bed, was pale, and her lips were so dry that they cracked in a few places.

Eyes, tightly closed.

Zhu Feng frowned, he faintly felt that something was wrong, but he still bowed his head and said, "Du Jieyu? I'm coming. ”

At this moment, a cold-lit knife was raised behind his back.

Liyun's face was gloomy, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife was trembling a little because of fear and excitement, and his palm was full of sweat.

She took a deep breath and said to herself secretly—

Now is the time!

Gritting his teeth, he aimed at Zhu Feng's neck and stabbed it hard!

And at this moment, Nanyan panted and ran to the door of Jianfu Palace, only to feel a cold light flashing in front of him.

Not ——!

Just before this exclamation could be spoken, suddenly, a hand reached over and grabbed Liyun's wrist.

The knife stopped in mid-air.

Liyun's eyes widened suddenly, and she saw Zhu Feng's hand clasping her wrist. He turned his head slowly, and those falcon-like eyes were sharper than the knife in her hand, looking at her coldly.

"You ——!"

Before Liyun could react, she felt a flower in front of her, and the next moment, she was hit hard and rolled to the ground, hitting her head in the corner.

Blood, flowing.

And Nanyan's heart is about to jump out of his chest.

"It turned out to be you."

Zhu Feng slowly withdrew his hand and walked in front of Liyun step by step.

Liyun fell to the ground, blood flowed down, staining her eyes red, and Zhu Feng in her sight also became bloody, her eyes were red, and she said fiercely: "It's me, what's the matter?" ”

At this time, Ye Zhen and the others also ran to the door.

When they saw this, everyone was shocked.

Ye Zhen subconsciously wanted to go inside, but Zhu Feng raised his hand and stopped. He lowered his head and looked at Liyun, and said in a deep voice: "The art of disgust and victory, did you do it?" ”

"That's right."

"The one you want to kill is me."

"Yes!"

"You, why did you kill me?"

“……”

"Are you a spy? Or who sent the dead? ”

"Spies? Dead? ”

Liyun probably already knew that she was going to die, and at this moment, she was no longer afraid.

She gritted her teeth and said with a sneer: "Why do you think, why did I kill you?" ”

“……”

"I killed you for my family!"

“……”

"I'm going to kill you, a tyrant, to avenge my family!"