"Remember what I told you?"

Li Shengnan smiled and helped the valley to raise the flower.

Gu Zhihua's face turned even more flushed, but he looked at Fang Mingfu: "Hello, son-in-law!"

She said something and lowered her head, with infinite shyness in her voice: "Sister said I am her dowry maid and she has become a son-in-law's wife..."

The last few words are as delicate as mosquitoes. If Fang Ming had no special skills, he wouldn't be able to hear them clearly.

"You actually want to..."

A look of horror flashed in his eyes and he sent a voice to Li Shengnan.

"good!"

Although Li Shengnan gently stroked Gu Zhihua's hair, a trace of yin flashed in his eyes: "Although Meng Shentong is dead, I want his daughter to pay off his debts and make him restless under the scent of the nine springs!"

"You do this... Jin Shiyi..." Fang Ming subconsciously mentioned.

"Jin Shiyi? I don't know if he is dead or disabled, what do you think of him?" Li Shengnan said in confusion.

In this world, Jin Shiyi is just an ordinary master she wants to use but has not yet used. She has never even seen each other several times and is really just a stranger.

"Hmm! No... Have you ever thought about me?"

Fang Ming also realized this and immediately changed his words.

"At worst, I'll be together... I'll get you cheap!"

Li Shengnan's eyes turned, and a strange charm rippled. After transmitting the message, he said to Gu Zhihua: "Sister, don't be shy. We were both happy together at the beginning. How free and happy... My sister and son-in-law tried with you a few more times later. I may not be sure that you can remember more things..."

"Damn! This woman is a fairy!"

Fang Ming rolled his eyes secretly, but how could he refuse such a good thing that came to his door?

"I don't know if Jin Shiyi is still alive. If he is still alive, the hat on his head will probably be a little green. I wonder if he will be angry to death again?"

...

"Sir... something big is not good, I hope to save my life!"

However, Fang Ming was born to work hard. After enjoying the blessings of all people for a few days, Yongyan, the boy, came to beg for Fang Ming's thighs again.

"Get out..."

Fang Ming kicked the boy away and then asked, "What's the matter? You're going to bother me?"

"I...my father ordered me to think about my mistakes in the door..." Yongyan's face was pale, and cold sweat was covered in cold sweat, obviously scared.

Originally, with his talent, he would not be like this even if he encountered a major change. Unfortunately, after being controlled by Fang Ming, his personality gradually changed, and he bullied the weak and feared the strong. When he encountered something, he seemed to be a headless fly.

Of course, Fang Ming didn't hate him like this. If you are a puppet, you have to look like a puppet. So what is the wise and divine martial arts doing? Want to rebel?

"Isn't it just a confinement?"

Fang Ming shook his head disapprovingly, but he also knew that things were not that simple.

During the Qing Dynasty, there were many princes who killed or imprisoned by the emperor. The most famous one was Kangxi. Now Yongyan was ordered to think about his mistakes behind closed doors and could send him to the clan's house the next day, and then "being committed suicide" or simply giving him poisoned wine, which was natural.

"But... Qianlong was not such a frivolous person. Could it be that he suddenly got some foreign aid?"

Fang Ming immediately guessed the truth as soon as he touched his chin.

There are also many famous doctors and miraculous doctors in this world. Perhaps Qianlong found a magical doctor who could relieve Ji Le San's addiction problem, or simply found a substitute for Ji Le San, and his fear of Yongyan will naturally be greatly reduced.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he did everything, he would never know that Jile San was just a cover on the surface, but the Sanzi Brain Divine Pill is Fang Ming's only one, and there is no antidote for outsiders.

As long as this premise is not over, the "medicine, pill party" will lose at most some peripheral wings, but the internal structure will still be as stable as a mountain!

"Hehe... It seems Qianlong is about to be anxious..."

Fang Ming sneered.

"Sir...Sir...what should we do now?"

Yongyan, this poor child, looked at Fang Ming with a silence, and forgot all his disrespect.

"You have two choices now! The first is to surrender obediently, be willing to die, and be a loyal minister and filial son of the Qing Dynasty..."

Yongyan's face was bleak, and he was the only one who died in the ages. Especially for a noble like him, he had once held half of his great country in his hand, so how could he bear to die?

"Hehe... You can't bear to leave this way, so there is only the second choice to defeat the death!"

Fang Mingsen smiled coldly: "Immediately mobilize the people in our hands, and the few ambushed secrets also made them move and force the palace to seize the throne!"

Yongyan took a deep breath: "Sir, do you want to... kill... kill the regency?"

"What is Qianlong?" Fang Ming patted Yongyan's shoulder and said, "Thinking about the better, if our plan succeeds, tomorrow you will not be the fifteenth prince, but the ninth fifth supreme!"

The dragon throne was still very attractive. After being instigated by Fang Ming, Yongyan's breathing suddenly became heavy. A cold light flashed in his eyes, turning into a hot desire. He suddenly said: "No, right! Everything depends on the teacher... Once things are done, I will respect Mr. as the national teacher, worship the cult as the national religion, and share the world with Mr.!"

"You really want to share the world with him?"

After Yongyan left, Li Shengnan turned out from behind the curtain and said Yanran.

"What kind of virtue does this kid dare to share the world with me?" Fang Ming sneered and shook his head: "I saw his eyes flashing, and I must have been considering the plan to kill the donkey. Tsk tsk... I didn't make a big deal and wanted to start first, and I was not afraid of the cooked duck flying..."

"I would rather support a yellow-haired child like this, and control it better!"

...

Inside the palace.

Qianlong changed into a guard costume and entered a secret room alone.

"Uncle... the palace is full of the sluts of the rebellious son. I have to do this to meet. I'll forgive me..."

Qianlong now had a lot of demands and was extremely arrogant.

"Men and I have already broken off our kindness in the early morning. Don't mention the name of the emperor..." Tang Xiaolan said seriously. He and Feng Ying were both here, but at this time they changed into eunuchs and guards' costumes, which was amazing.

"Yes! Mr. Tang!" Qianlong smiled bitterly, his eyes flashed with resentment, and he immediately changed his title.

"Yeah! Come with me!"

Tang Xiaolan's face cleared a little, and he took Qianlong to walk into the secret room for a while. He arrived at a huge basement. The herbs inside were fragrant. Several people were lying on the bed with a painful expression. An old man had just given an injection to them and was cleaning his hands with clean water.

"This is the number one miracle doctor in the world, nicknamed "Huashan Medical Yin", Teacher Hua Tian Fenghua, I invited him to treat the poison of Jile Powder from the Tian Cult!" Tang Xiaolan introduced.

"Hello, Teacher Hua!" Qianlong asked for help at this time, and he almost added up when he laughed at him after becoming the emperor.

"Hmph! If it weren't for the sake of the Great Hero of Tang... I wouldn't bother to pay attention to the lives and death of you Tartars..."

Hua Tianfeng shook his sleeves, his face feeling quite unhappy, which made Qianlong quite embarrassed.

"We are not for the Tartars, but for the sake of preventing the people of the world from being poisoned by the cults..."

Tang Xiaolan said solemnly, and then asked Hua Tianfeng: "This Jile Plum is still helpful..."

"Oh... it's hard! it's hard!"

Hua Tianfeng pointed to the people lying down, sighing continuously, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper: "This Jile Powder seems to be based on Wushi Powder, which can make people reach the Pure Land. I tried it many times, but I still couldn't identify the properties of the poison..."

"Only in this way, I can only use poison to fight poison. I use Asura flowers and the Drunken Immortal Furong to refine the slightly weaker toxicity, Furong Paste, hoping to temporarily replace the function of Jile Powder..."

Hua Tianfeng said as he put a piece of plaster into the mouth of the patient who was emitting bliss on the bed. The patient swallowed it and his face finally relaxed.

Bang!

Qianlong slapped his high-high: "It's great. With this thing in hand, I finally don't have to be clamped by that rebellious person anymore! It is necessary to cut those thieves into pieces to vent my hatred..."

"Oh... I can't cure the disease and save people, I can only keep adding poison. What kind of doctor is I still a doctor?"

Hua Tianfeng looked very sad and extremely sad.

"This is a temporary temporary solution. You can try to get rid of this cancer in the future!" Tang Xiaolan said seriously: "You have to trouble you to install plasters. I will go and meet the Eternal Evil Emperor in person!"

After saying that, he glanced at Qianlong again.

Qianlong was stunned and then smiled dryly, "I had no choice but to throw those people in the martial arts world into the heavenly prison. I had already secretly ordered good hospitality and gave me the spiritual medicine collected by the Great Inner to treat the wound..."

"Very good!" Tang Xiaolan and Feng Ying looked at each other. The couple was enough to compete with Fang Fushui. In addition, the power of the pain, golden light, and Feng Lin would definitely be able to destroy the Tian Cult in one fell swoop and save the catastrophe in the world. There was a hint of joy on their faces...

...

At night.

The moonlight tonight is particularly bright, and there is a circle of orange-red halo around it, which is extremely charming.

"The appearance of the blood moon! An ominous sign! The capital tonight will probably be bleeding a lot!"

Fang Ming stood at the top of the attic and saw that the doors of every household in the capital were closed, so he naturally felt a sense of coldness and solemnity. Although the people in Shengdou didn't know the bloody storm in the court, they also had an ominous premonition of the disaster at this time. Before the sky was dark, they closed their doors and shivered into the quilt.

"Sir! Our men are already gathered!"

In the quiet, the fifteenth prince's mansion was filled with people, with horse hooves faintly. Even Yongyan himself was wearing armor and swords, and there was a flame known as ambition in his eyes.

‘Poor baby… In fact, if you just wait for decades, the throne will be yours…’

Of course, Fang Ming would definitely not say this sentence to Yongyan.
Chapter completed!