The quiet night was slightly cold, and the wind was stirring.

Jiang Feng sat alone on the roof of Fragrance Condensation Academy, holding a pot of Fragrance Condensation Academy’s famous “Ten Miles Spring” in his hand. He watched the moonlight while drinking wine.

Jiang Feng staying in the Fragrance Condensation Academy like this was a very dangerous thing. After all, Emperor Kong, Prince An, the abbot’s mansion, the Long family, and so on …

Many powers wanted to get rid of Jiang Feng quickly.

If Jiang Feng was the safest place in the Heavenly Capital, he would naturally choose the Freedom Palace.

However, Jiang Feng had an inexplicable feeling of resistance towards going to Freedom Palace. He couldn’t figure out where this resistance came from. However, Jiang Feng still chose to follow his heart and stay in the Fragrance Condensation Academy for the time being.

Tonight’s Fragrance Condensation Academy didn’t seem to be any different from before, but in reality, Fragrance Condensation Academy only had the main hall to receive guests tonight. Except for Jiang Feng’s Qiu Ning Pavilion on the second and third floors, the rest of the rooms were empty.

Across from Fragrance Condensation Academy was the Fuchun Tea House, which normally was not open to the public, but the top floor was brightly lit up with a lucky star light tonight.

Shi Zhenxiang, the innkeeper of the tea shop, and Emperor Wen’s personal attendant, Cao Liang, were sitting opposite each other.

Cao Liang fiddled with the tea set on the table skillfully. He personally poured a cup of tea for Shi Changgong, then smiled and said, “I don’t think our prince is going to sleep tonight, so I specially soaked the tea water a little thicker. Please don’t mind, Shi Changgong.”

“The two of us entered the palace the same year. Why are you talking to me so sour? If you feel that you’ve wronged me by pouring tea, then put down your things and I’ll pour it for you.”

Shi Changgong said unhappily.

Cao Liang did not take this question from Shi Changgong at all. He glanced at the night sky and said, “Your Excellency should be leaving the palace at this hour. Tell the people from the expert factory to seal the streets.”

“It’s already been sealed. The people from the Nine Cities Military Department did it. They’re very good at doing things like sealing the streets.”

As Shi Changgong spoke, he picked up the cup of tea that Cao Liang had poured for him and drank it all in one gulp. As soon as the tea entered his mouth, his entire facial features immediately gathered together.

Shi Changgong finally understood why Cao Liang had been so polite just now. This tea was not only the bitter Nine Flavors Bitter Tea, Cao Liang had purposely purified it with the Heavenly Human Saint Essence when pouring the tea.

“Aren’t you bored? When will your temper change?”

“Alright, it’s been a long night. I was just joking with you. It’s just a cup of bitter tea. As for me hiding needles in my veins? Look, the Venerable has come up.”

Cao Liang looked through the open window at the inconspicuous carriage lane on the street.

As expected, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Fragrance Condensation Academy. Jiang Xuanhong, who was wearing a Thousand Illusion Mask, got off the carriage.

He entered the Ning Xiang courtyard and ran straight to the top floor of Fragrance Condensation Academy. Not long after, Jiang Xuan Hong appeared on the roof of Fragrance Condensation Academy. He smiled and said, “Brother Jiang, I didn’t expect that we would meet again so soon.”

Jiang Feng, who was lying on the roof, sat up. He glanced at Jiang Xuanhong and smiled, “Brother Huahong?”

Jiang Feng took out a pot of spring from his storage ring and threw it over. Jiang Xuanhong steadily caught the wine and then walked over to sit next to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Xuanhong opened the lid of the wine jug and lightly touched Jiang Feng. He took a big sip of wine and asked, “What’s wrong? Fragrance Condensation Academy isn’t here to have fun with the girls in the wing room. Instead, he’s hiding on the roof and drinking alone. What’s the trouble?”

Jiang Feng also took a sip of wine. After a moment of silence, he nodded, admitting that he was troubled.

Jiang Xuanhong smiled and said, “If it’s convenient, why don’t you tell me about your troubles and I’ll help you share them?”

Jiang Feng thought for a moment and then nodded, “Alright, I’ll tell you. Help me to refer to it. What about it, it’s like this …”

Jiang Feng then told Jiang Xuanhong everything about the marriage between him and Jun Qingyin.

Jiang Xuanhong patiently listened to Jiang Feng’s narration. From time to time, he would say, “Mm, oh, ah.” After listening, he did not interrupt Jiang Feng’s narration at all.

Even though Jiang Xuanhong knew more about this than Jiang Feng himself.

Jiang Xuanhong waited for Jiang Feng to finish speaking before asking, “Brother Jiang, isn’t this harmful to you?”

First, you can avoid being framed by your enemies. Second, you can have a powerful backer. Third, you can have a beautiful lady.

“I don’t understand why Brother Jiang would worry about this.”

Jiang Feng glanced at Jiang Xuanhong and said, “Brother Hua, let me ask you, you are a poor scholar now. You are very poor, and you are often bullied by gentry bullies.”

Coincidentally, a daughter of a wealthy family has taken a fancy to you, but you don’t like that daughter of a wealthy family.

“Will you choose to marry the daughter of the wealthy man?”

“No.” Jiang Xuanhong replied without hesitation.

Jiang Feng shrugged his shoulders. He looked at Hua Hong and said, “Actually, the situation I am facing is the same as the story I just told. However, the crisis I am facing is greater and the temptation I am facing is greater.”

But I think I’ve made my decision now. Come, Brother Hua, let’s have a good drink. ”

Jiang Feng raised his wine jug and clashed with Jiang Xuanhong. When Jiang Xuanhong raised his head to drink, he looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated gaze.

But very quickly, Jiang Xuanhong seemed to have figured something out. His gaze towards Jiang Feng was filled with satisfaction, and his gaze became very firm in the end, as if he had made an important decision.

When Jiang Feng and Jiang Xuanhong, the father and son, were drinking happily on the roof of Fragrance Condensation Academy, the atmosphere between Kong Fangquan and Qingyang Longlin in the study room of the abbot’s mansion in Kong Fangquan did not seem to be so harmonious.

Qingyang Longlin’s pair of tiger eyes stared fixedly at Kong Fangquan. His face was ashen, and it was obvious that he had squeezed out a huge amount of anger in his heart.

Kong Fangquan was also embarrassed. He said to Qingyang Longlin with a flattering tone, “Qing Yang, I really didn’t expect such a thing to happen.”

That Jiang Feng is really too cunning. He wore a mask when he left the Corpse Void Battlefield, so the people I sent couldn’t recognize him.

After that, he tricked my people into coming to your Yunlin Villa. I don’t know what happened, but Jiang Feng also created a ‘Jiangfeng’ in Yunlin Villa like he knew avatars.

I…

Ai! In short, this matter is really beyond my expectations. We have been in an old relationship for many years. Don’t you know what kind of person I am? “You must believe me. Don’t fall for that Jiang Feng’s trap. It’s because this matter hurts my peace.”

Kong Fangquan really didn’t know how to explain. He could confirm that the person who lured the Black Wind Loose Cultivator and the others to Yunlin Villa was Jiang Feng, who was wearing a mask.

However, Kong Fangquan didn’t know how to explain why there was a masked Jiang Feng in Yunlin Villa, and the two of them had appeared together.

The process was too complicated. The surviving Sha Chengjin and Liu Yuanzong couldn’t explain it clearly, so Kong Fangquan naturally couldn’t explain it either.

Qingyang Longlin looked at Kong Fangquan without saying a word. It was clear that his anger could not be dispelled by a few words from Kong Fangquan.

After Kong Fangquan finished speaking, Qingyang Longlin sneered, “Duke Guozhang is right. We have been on good terms for many years, so we know our roots.”

Thirty years ago, I found a spiritual herb that could help His Highness improve his comprehension of the Wen Dao, but in the end, this spiritual herb entered your grandson Kong Li’s stomach.

One hundred and sixty years ago, I found the Minggong Divine Journey Chapter that could help His Highness expand the Divine Sense Spirit Palace. However, that ancient text ended up in the hands of your third son, Kong Yun.

Apart from these two things, I don’t want to mention any other trivial matters about Lin Lin.

Now let me ask Duke Zhang a question. I have only told you about Duke Xuan Ce’s Spirit of Heaven’s Essence in Yunlin Villa.

Immediately afterwards, the experts of your Kong Manor’s Offering Hall appeared in Yunlin Villa and killed everyone in Yunlin Villa. Furthermore, Duke Xuance’s Spirit of Heaven’s Essence has yet to be found.

“Now that you tell me that Jiang Feng planned all of this, then tell me, how did Jiang Feng know that Duke Xuance’s Spirit of Heaven Yuan was in Yunlin Villa?”

“This … I …” Kong Fangquan was puzzled by Qingyang Longlin’s question.

Indeed, this entire fact was too coincidental, and Jiang Feng had gone through too many circles in designing this matter, so much so that Kong Fangquan had no way of explaining it in front of Qingyang Longlin.

Kong Fangquan didn’t know how to respond to Qingyang Longlin’s confession. After half a day of hesitation, he was finally enraged.

Kong Fangquan shouted at Qingyang Longlin, “What do you mean, Qingyang Longlin? Do you think I’m going to steal from my grandson? You’re too presumptuous. I’m warning you not to forget your identity!”

“Identity?” Qingyang Longlin sneered, then he raised his head and laughed loudly, “Duke Guozhang, this prince wants to ask you, what is this prince’s identity, and what is your identity?”

This Wang Qingyang’s clan comes from the northern border. There is one Sub-Saint and two Half-Saints in the clan.

This prince is not only the current leader of the Qingyang Clan, but also a First Grade Prince bestowed by Emperor Wen and Martial Saint.

This king once led millions of heroes. The reason why the Heavenly Dynasty was able to rest easy at the northern border for nearly a thousand years was because this king brought his cavalry to chase after the Desolate race for five thousand kilometers.

Now you mention your identity to this king, Kong Fangquan! Are you worthy? ”

Qingyang Longlin’s final words naturally emitted an imposing aura. Although Kong Fangquan also had a second-grade Wen Dao cultivation, his face was pale and he was unable to say a word in the face of Qingyang Longlin’s imposing aura.

Kong Fangquan knew that Qingyang Longlin was really angry this time. He didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Just as Kong Fangquan was at a loss for what to do, a gentle and sweet voice suddenly came from outside Kong Fangquan’s study.

“Your Highness, there’s no need to be angry. It was an unintentional mistake for my father to make such a mistake. Please forgive my father for this, Your Highness.”