On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 103 The little wind group disappeared
"What did you say!" Ye Zhiyu stood up suddenly, but then fell back as if his spine was being whipped.

Feng Wuming held her shaky body and asked Hua Niang in a deep voice.

"Where was Xiaofengtuan lost? In the house or outside the house? How long have you been separated from Fengtuan? Who else was there at that time?"

Hua Niang was frightened by the barrage of questions. She calmed down a little unconsciously and answered carefully while thinking about it.

"Just now I took Xiaofeng Tuan to buy things outside the mansion. The housekeeper assigned two guards to accompany me. Before the carriage arrived at Pingjiangfang, there was a strange noise outside the carriage. The two guards stopped and asked the carriage to take us back to the mansion. , but there were more people ambushing us on the way back.”

Only then did Ye Zhiyu see the blood stains on Hua Niang's body, and his heart felt even more painful. He closed his eyes and said with a trembling voice, "They kidnapped Xiao Feng Tuan?"

Although Hua Niang couldn't bear it, she could only tell the truth, "They blocked the rope on the road, and the coachman didn't check for a moment, so he turned the horse and the carriage over. Although I kept Xiaofeng Tuan in my arms, But the carriage rolled and he was knocked unconscious.”

"When I woke up, Xiaofeng Tuan was no longer in my arms."

Feeling that Ye Zhiyu's body was shaking in her arms, Feng Wuming was about to comfort her, but he saw her take out the copper coins from her arms, mutter something in her mouth, and throw them on the table.

Knowing that Ye Zhiyu was trying to find Xiao Fengtuan's whereabouts, Feng Wuming didn't want to disturb him. He just quietly retracted his arm and called his subordinates to wait for Ye Zhiyu's divination results.

Ye Zhiyu stared closely at the copper plate on the table, his eyes filled with tears for a moment.

Before Feng Wuming could ask, Ye Zhiyu's face darkened, and he stepped forward and pulled out the sword from Feng Wuming's side.

Upon seeing this, Ye Tian wanted to capture Ye Zhiyu, but was stopped by Feng Wuming.

Ye Zhiyu had no time to pay attention to the movements of the two of them. He raised the knife with one hand and slashed it to his wrist.

Feng Wuming's saber was a rare treasure, capable of making quick decisions. What's more, Ye Zhiyu exerted such force that blood suddenly flowed out, covering the copper plate on the table.

Everyone else was stunned on the spot, but Ye Zhiyu kept moving, casually throwing down the priceless sword, and started calculating again with the copper plate soaked in his own blood.

Feng Wuming held his breath, watching her move her fingers to use the copper coin as an array to calculate the direction again and again, but also erase the traces and rearrange the array again and again. Finally, she couldn't bear to watch anymore, and stepped forward to hold her as her movements became more and more panicked. hand.

"That's enough. If Xiaofengtuan comes back, how will she feel if she sees you like this?"

Ye Zhiyu's eyes lit up when he heard the words "Xiao Feng Tuan", but then dimmed instantly.

"You can't die." Ye Zhiyu's face was ashen and he murmured softly.

Of course, Ye Zhiyu knew very well that cutting her wrists like this just looked scary, and the platelets would gradually heal her wounds.

But now facing a futile divination, Ye Zhiyu wished he could have just cut his heart with the knife.

Why can't it be calculated?You have already used the blood of your closest relatives as a medium, why can't you figure out Xiao Feng Tuan's whereabouts?

Could it be possible... Ye Zhiyu shook his head hard, not allowing himself to think that way.

With his eyes signaling Hua Niang to step forward to stop Ye Zhiyu's bleeding, Feng Wuming said in a deep voice, "I have sent people to search throughout the capital. Since those people are doing it in the street, I think they have seen a lot of people. Once there are more clues, we will find them." quickly."

Ye Zhiyu could only place all his hopes on Feng Wuming, "Thank you, Your Majesty! If Your Majesty can help me find Feng Tuan, I will..."

"Don't talk about that now," Feng Wuming stopped Ye Zhiyu, "You just need to go back to your room to have a good rest and take care of yourself. Xiao Fengtuan was frightened when he was kidnapped. If he sees you in such a mess after returning home, , how can I feel at ease?"

"Okay. Okay." Ye Zhiyu has run out of ideas, and now she will listen to whatever Feng Wuming says.

He didn't realize that Feng Wuming's words were full of hints that Xiaofeng Tuan would definitely be found, so he was helped back to the room by Hua Niang.

Feng Wuming lowered his head and stared at the scarlet patch left by Ye Zhiyu on the table, sighing softly.The housekeeper came in with his hands tied and saw Feng Wuming's calm expression, so he spoke cautiously.

"Your Majesty, Yushi Ye has come to ask for an audience."

"What is he doing here at this time? Don't you think the house is chaotic enough?" Feng Wuming's eyes seemed to have flashes of cold stars.

Seeing that Feng Wuming was really angry, the housekeeper hurriedly explained, "I think Mr. Ye came here in court clothes. I think he had some decree to bring to the prince after deliberation in the court. He doesn't know what happened in the mansion."

Feng Wuming closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. After a moment, he spoke again, "In that case, please come to the meeting hall and wait for a while, Mr. Ye."

The housekeeper repeatedly said yes, but seeing Feng Wuming still staring at the pool of blood on the floor, he tentatively said, "Does the prince want to order someone to come over and clean this place first?"

"I'll take care of it myself."

……

Ye Yushi waited and waited, adding three rounds of tea, and then saw Feng Wuming, who had arrived late.

Before he could complain a few words, Feng Wuming's expression shocked him. For a moment, he didn't bother to accuse Feng Wuming of being late, and Ye Yushi stammered.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty? Are you feeling well?"

Feng Wuming sneered, glanced at him, and then said, "I won't die for a while."

Ye Yushang was shocked when he came to see him. He lost interest in gossiping and started talking about business with Feng Wuming.

"Today's court meeting said that half of the officials who had come to Beijing to report on their duties have arrived. It's time for someone to come forward to preside over the review."

Censor Ye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, "The ministers have recommended you, Your Majesty, to be the chief minister. I wonder what your Majesty's opinion is?"

Feng Wuming sneered, "Is it recommended by the ministers, or is there someone who can advise?"

"Of course it was brought up at the court meeting because someone handed me the paper. All the ministers decided and unanimously agreed that this matter is not something that you, the prince, are competent to handle."

Ye Yushi fawned over him tremblingly, but for some reason Feng Wuming's face became more and more grim.

The promotion and change of officials is a first-class real job. There is no way that Feng Wuming doesn't want it, right?

But why do I always feel like this flattery is slapped on the hooves of a cow?

Feng Wuming saw that Ye Yushi was so frightened by him that he couldn't hold the tea cup steady, so he didn't want to make any gestures anymore and just shook his head and said:

"Don't everyone in the capital know that my king is seriously ill? By putting this complicated errand on my head now, are you trying to take the opportunity to punish me for my incompetence in doing things?"

Ye Yushi hurriedly denied, "How could it be so? The prince is auspicious, so it must be a minor illness, and he will be fine in a few days."

"Then let's mention this matter to this king again in a few days!" Feng Wuming coughed several times before speaking again, "If the political matter is urgent and cannot wait for my illness, just leave it to others. I will never Nothing to say!"

Seeing that Feng Wuming had really dumped this stall without any regrets, Ye Yushi tried to persuade him again, but the only response he received was Feng Wuming's uncontrollable coughing.

Helplessly getting up, Ye Yushi was about to get up and leave when he saw Ye Tian coming in a hurry.

"Reporting to the prince, the city has been searched all over, and there is no trace of Feng Tuan!"

(End of this chapter)