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Faced with Yu Xian's extravagant efforts, the princess was confused.

"Immortal cultivator? What is an immortal cultivator?"

"Is your Majesty not aware of the cultivators of immortality?"

Yu Xian obviously didn't believe that the person next to King Fu would not know about the existence of immortal cultivators.

The princess thought for a moment, then shook her head and said:

"I don't know, and the prince doesn't tell me everything."

Yu Xian saw that the princess's heartbeat did not even change. If she was really acting, then her acting skills would be too good.

But he has plenty of time next, so he is not in a hurry.

To be honest, the princess's inexplicable trust in him really saved him a lot of energy.

He didn't ask too much, but pretended to ask casually:

"I heard Eunuch Li say that the prince's funeral was approved by my mother-in-law, but the prince's body has not been found yet, which means that the prince may still be alive. Why are you so anxious?"

The princess smiled bitterly and said: "I would like to continue looking for the prince, but Cui Changshi and others advised me to settle the matter early, saying that the prince's disappearance has caused unrest among the people.

The palace's current focus should be on dealing with the threat from the rebels.

The prince disappeared together with the great minister. If he was still alive, there would be no problem if he was protected by the great minister.

But I always feel that they are a bit too hasty.

But as a woman of this palace, I couldn't say anything about such an important matter of family and country, so I could only secretly ask people to continue searching for the prince. "

"Big offering?"

Yu Xian has long been famous for this big enshrinement. He is the chief of the Royal Enshrinement Court and lives in Building No. 1, Tianzi. However, he has never seen it. It is said that he is guarding King Fu day and night.

However, I learned from Chen Xiao that it was this great priest who summoned a wall of water to block his fatal blow, and used a water arrow to injure him, but the power was not satisfactory, and he was just a low-level cultivator. By.

This is also the reason why Yu Xian is sure that the palace has the inheritance of immortal cultivators.

The princess nodded and said: "The great minister is the most trusted person by the prince. He is very powerful, but he never shows his true face to others. Even I have only met him a few times occasionally."

Yu Xian thought secretly.

Did King Fu get wind of something and faked his death to escape, or the assassination method of the Lin family monks was too strong, leaving King Fu without even a trace of his body. Both scenarios are possible.

Fortunately, no matter what the situation is, the Lin family monk's goal has been achieved.

Now Changning County is in chaos visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was vying for the power vacuum left after King Fu's death. Even the princess felt threatened and went to the hospital to seek medical treatment in a desperate condition, entrusting her family and life to him.

Under such circumstances, the Lin family monks would never waste another late-stage Qi-training monk staring at Prince Fu's Mansion.

"I understand, please rest assured, as long as I am here, there will be no chaos in this palace."

Yu Xian smiled gently at Yulan.

"Yulan, you and my wife haven't seen each other for several months, so please spend more time with me."

Yu Xian said goodbye and left.

The moment he turned around, he felt a bit murderous.

He always follows his heart when he should follow his heart, and is strong when he should be strong.

Originally, he wanted to plot and seize the power of the palace, but now that the princess took the initiative to hand the knife to his hand, he didn't have to be polite.

…

King Fu's coffin was quickly buried in the royal mausoleum.

On the day of the burial, there was a funeral procession all over the city, with the procession stretching for dozens of miles. White paper money floated in the air, lingering for a long time, like the first snow of the year.

This is not because King Fu was loved by the people.

Instead, the government issued a notice that every household would have someone to attend the funeral, and there were also government officials patrolling and supervising the funeral. So the whole city went out in force to give King Fu a glorious funeral.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

The courtyard in the front hall of the palace.

He was sitting leisurely on a Taishi chair, playing with a red wine gourd in his hand, which contained the medicinal wine that Doctor Huang had newly prepared for him, but the effect was no longer as good as before.

Now he has the eighth level of Qi training, is nourished day and night by the powerful magic power, and his physical fitness is comparable to that of an innate warrior.

Even without the use of magical power, he can be called an enemy of a hundred people with just his physical body.

With such a body, it is already more than enough to cope with Yulan alone, and her cultivation is getting deeper and deeper.

However, if it is enough, it is enough, and if you need to make up for it, you still need to make up for it.

Yu Xian took a sip of the medicinal wine. After the medicine entered his stomach, it slowly dispersed, followed by a faint sweetness in his mouth.

In front of him stood the royal palace's escort team, which consisted of hundreds of people, divided into three teams. They were all men with strong temperament and high martial arts skills.

They all wore light armor and were equipped with military-standard weapons. The captain was a warrior at the peak of acquired skills, only one step away from being an innate master.

Of course, many people will never be able to take this step in their lifetime.

Every team here can hold back an ordinary martial arts master and can be regarded as a pseudo-innate.

If Chen Xiao hadn't been extremely ruthless in his poisonous skills and had just managed to restrain the siege, plus he had made a sudden attack, it would have been difficult to break through the palace gate.

In addition, there are many offerings in the shrine.

But at this moment, they were all standing, but the old god Yu Xian was sitting on the ground, just like the master, which immediately made some worshippers dissatisfied.

"Didn't you say that the princess asked us to come over? Why are you sitting on top of Yu Zongfeng?"

"Yu Zongfeng, don't forget your identity."

"I offer my thanks, please don't go overboard."

Everyone is a worshiper. Although they are one level lower, there is no relationship between superiors and subordinates. There is no subordinate. Yu Xian's attitude makes them feel like subordinates.

Yu Xian smiled and said warmly: "I want everyone to know that, entrusted by the empress, Yu is now the head of internal affairs of the palace. In other words, all affairs in the palace are under the jurisdiction of Yu, including you."

"Today I invite you all here in my name, and I want to ask you a favor."

"I see, I don't know what Yu is offering, oh no, Director Yu, what do you want us to do?"

The speaker was a young man, with peach blossom eyes and very handsome. It was just after half of spring and before he took off his cotton-padded clothes, he was holding a folding fan in his hand.

His name is Xia Zhu, and he is the young master of the Xia family, a wealthy family in the city. He was worshiped by the royal family because of his painting skills.

His family has a lot of money, but the reason why he is worshiped is to use the palace to become famous.

Everyone knows that the Prince's Enshrinement Hall only accepts those with top skills, so he became the Prince's Enshrinement Hall, which is equivalent to a gold-lettered signboard.

Now that he has long been famous throughout Changning County, he no longer cares whether he has the status of being worshiped by the royal palace, and he has no scruples about what he says.

Yu Xian said slowly: "You must also know that the prince was assassinated not long ago, and my supervisor accidentally learned that the death of the prince was related to an undercover agent present.

It was he who revealed the prince's whereabouts that led to the prince's misfortune.

I would like to ask everyone to help and cooperate in finding him out. "

When it comes to the prince's assassination case, everyone is waiting with bated breath, not daring to say anything for fear of being labeled as an undercover agent.

"I wonder how Director Yu wants to investigate?"

It was Xia Zhu who asked.

At his age, he has the best face. He was the one who answered just now. If he is too scared to answer now, he doesn't know how others will laugh at him in the future.

Hearing this, Yu Xian shook the wine gourd in distress and said, "Isn't it because I haven't figured out how to check yet, so I asked everyone to wait."

"What?!"

There was an uproar among the people.

"Is Supervisor Yu making fun of us? Telling us that there is an undercover agent around us, but we don't know how to find out?

Could it be that you can't figure it out in one day, so we have to stand here waiting for you all day? "

Some hot-tempered worshipers resigned.

"Director Yu, Yan has something urgent at home, so I won't play with you."

His name is Yan Hongfei, the owner of the Yan Family Martial Arts School. He is at the peak of acquired martial arts. He has many disciples in Changning City, and he even worked part-time as an instructor in the city defense camp for a while.

He turned to leave.

"If you leave, I will treat you as a thief with a guilty conscience."

Yu Xian knocked on the handle of the Grand Master's chair. His voice was still unhurried, but it sent a chill down his spine.

Yan Hongfei paused, turned to look at Yu Xian, and said with suppressed anger:

"Director Yu, what do you want?"

Yu Xian sighed and said, "Why are you so impatient? Okay, okay, let's find a compromise."

With a flick of his finger, a small black pill shot out into the air and stopped exactly in front of Yan Hongfei.

"This is a seven-day death pill. Once taken, if there is no antidote within seven days, you will die of intestinal rupture and rotten stomach."

"If it is found out that Yan Chongfeng is not suspected, I will naturally give you the antidote."

There are not many poisonous prescriptions for dealing with immortal cultivators in the Poison Scripture, but the methods for dealing with ordinary warriors should not be too rich.

Some of these poisons are said to be able to poison even the peak martial arts masters with great innate perfection.

The reason why it is so called is because even the monk who wrote the Poison Sutra has never seen a warrior of the Innate Dzogchen.

This seven-day death pill was originally called blood-eating worm in the Poison Classic. It is an extremely small poisonous insect called a blood-eating worm. It feeds on blood. After being specially refined, it can become a gu worm, which specializes in devouring the flesh and blood of warriors.

Yu Xian was also obtained through Dr. Huang.

Even though Doctor Huang looked very obedient and fearful in front of Yu Xian, he was known as a strange doctor outside the palace. He loved to conduct medical experiments on some weird patients.

Because his treatment plans have always been deviant, patients will be put to death if they say they will. Only those patients who really have no other way are willing to take a chance on him.

Even so, he still caused trouble.

After all, before a person dies, their family members say, "Doctor, you can treat whatever you want. I'll admit it if you can't cure it." But after the person dies, they say, "You quack doctor, please pay for my life."

However, since Doctor Huang joined the palace, this kind of trouble has been basically eliminated.

Closer to home, just because he has seen too many weird illnesses, he has more weird things in his hands.

This blood-eating worm is one of them.

The warrior's spiritual consciousness is not yet born, so he lacks the means to deal with the poisonous insects hidden in his body. Even if the innate warrior takes the blood food poison, he will become weaker day by day until his flesh and blood are swallowed up.

However, taking special drugs can inhibit the activity of blood food poison.

Faced with the Seven-Day Death Pill, Yan Hongfei immediately laughed angrily.

"Director Yu, Yan thinks he is acting upright. Even Zhou Shenzhou has not come up with a conclusion about the prince's death, but you force Yan to take poisonous pills for such a ridiculous reason. You are too overbearing. Got it!"

"Yan will not take the poisonous pill, but he wants to leave. If Director Yu really thinks that Yan is an undercover agent, he will take my head and return to the princess!"

Yan Hongfei turned around and left.

Just after taking two steps, he heard the sound of strong wind breaking through the air behind his ears.

Before he could react, he felt pain in his feet and he knelt forward suddenly. Due to the severe pain, big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he resisted and refused to scream.

His bloodshot eyes first looked at Yu Xian, who didn't even lift his butt, and then at the middle-aged swordsman who attacked him, with disbelief in his eyes.