Chapter 583

"Masked." Jiao Yu scratched the floor hard, making a creaking sound, "At least it's human-shaped."

"The official found fragments of a jar in the special envoy's room, with gunpowder attached to the surface," it continued, "I just went to see, the explosion point might be by the bed or under the bed."

He Lingchuan chuckled: "They wish I were smashed to pieces."

According to the power of these explosives, if he had been sleeping on the bed at the time, no matter how awesome the defensive formation was, it probably wouldn't have been useful.

Fushan Yue's face was as heavy as water.

At this moment, another guard strode in to report: "Crown Prince, the official searching the scene is poisoned!"

"What?" Fushan Yue was very surprised. Why are there so many strange things happening tonight?

He jumped to the scene in three steps, Jiao Yu following closely behind.

The poisoned official had already been carried out, convulsing all over, with green foam bubbling from the corners of his mouth.

In this state, it's no wonder the guard was certain he was poisoned.

The doctor equipped for the guesthouse had just treated He Lingchuan and others' injuries, and now he rushed over with a medicine box to treat the official.

He hadn't been idle all night.

Fushan Yue didn't have time to watch him treat the wounded and jumped to the second floor with a light leap.

He Lingchuan's residence had two walls blown away, the beams and pillars had collapsed, and the furniture and decorations were in a mess, most of them already charred, the burnt smell pungent.

Just as Jiao Yu said, fragments of pottery jars could occasionally be found in the corners.

There were two other officials here. Seeing their companion carried down, they didn't dare to pick things up randomly and only used their weapons to poke.

Fushan Yue asked: "How could he be poisoned?"

"He was searching, and he fell down without warning!"

"What places have you touched?"

The officials pointed them out one by one.

Fushan Yue squatted down and checked it himself.

The official reminded him: "Crown Prince, be careful of poison!"

Fushan Yue sneered.

Would a demon fear poison? Funny.

He was also experienced. After searching a large circle, he locked his target on the tables, chairs, and screens.

These things were blown to pieces, but they weren't destroyed by the fire. The most severely damaged was the screen, which was half-burned.

Fushan Yue poked his head out and called the doctor underneath directly: "Test it, is there poison here?"

The doctor was much more careful than him, carefully dripping various medicinal waters onto the utensils, and even sprayed a gray smoke on it.

The tabletop and chair surface showed a light blue color.

"Found it!"

"Poison first, then explosion?" Fushan Yue stood up slowly, "Ruthless."

Is this because they were afraid He Xiao wasn't dead enough?

It seems the other party didn't just want to give the Chiyan Crown Prince a lesson; is there a deep hatred?

The Cen family, the Zhongsun family, or the mastermind behind the Anti-Aging Pill? Fushan Yue narrowed his eyes towards the east. It would be dawn in another hour or so; tomorrow will definitely be very exciting! In the other wing, He Lingchuan coughed twice more and drank some water.

The mirror in his arms was unbelievable: "You are so ruthless to yourself?"

There were people on the side, so He Lingchuan didn't answer, just swallowed another pill, then closed his eyes to regulate his breath and nourish his injuries.

Fushan Yue's guards immediately sealed off this row of wing rooms, including Jiao Yu, who lay at the door, not letting others disturb the special envoy.

People kept coming in and out of the entire guesthouse, footsteps coming and going, and all kinds of human voices.

Obviously, the government office hadn't been idle.

But that had nothing to do with He Lingchuan.

After dawn, this incident of the vassal demon nation's Crown Prince being attacked would spread throughout Lingxu City at the fastest speed! ￥￥￥￥￥

The next morning, Fushan Yue was summoned by the Demon Emperor again.

Being summoned twice in ten days was truly an honor for Fushan Yue.

Near noon, he returned to the guesthouse.

The explosion last night was too loud, and the accident scene was basically cleaned up, but the charred building couldn't be repaired in half a morning. The crowds who came after hearing the news were still three layers inside and three layers outside, watching the government office's actions while whispering their opinions, which could be called a large-scale sightseeing group chat scene.

This kind of gathering is a hotbed for all kinds of rumors, and the official side tried hard to disperse them, driving them away three or five times. Helplessly, the crowd was like a flock of geese; you chase and I flee, you tire and I disturb, and they would always gather again.

Fushan Yue walked half a circle back to the guesthouse. Let alone He Lingchuan, even Jiao Yu was nowhere to be seen.

"Where are they?"

The remaining guard said quickly: "Crown Prince, He Xiao said it's not safe here, so he moved to the Pan Mountain Residence."

"Pan..." Fushan Yue was confused, just about to ask what this meant, but the next second he suddenly remembered that he had once compensated He Lingchuan with a residence, right at the foot of Pan Mountain in the main city! "Good brat!" he chuckled, "Pack up, we're going too!"

The guards surrounded him, protecting him as he squeezed out of the crowd and galloped towards Pan Mountain, leaving behind spies from who knows which families eating dust.

Just two quarters of an hour later, Fushan Yue arrived at his destination.

This residence was originally his, so he was very familiar with it, walking through the hall to find He Lingchuan.

As a result, this guy had long since tidied up, lying in the back garden sunbathing, with a jar of fine wine and two wine glasses on the low wooden table beside him.

The fierce tiger Jiao Yu was lying on the rockery, squinting its eyes and dozing, a bit of its tongue exposed without knowing it.

This man and tiger looked extremely leisurely; where was the disheveled and miserable look from last night? As soon as Fushan Yue arrived, the fierce tiger jumped down to greet him; He Lingchuan just opened a slit in his eyes, looked at Fushan Yue, and then turned his head to continue sunbathing.

Fushan Yue sat down on another lounge chair: "I was called to the Cloud Heaven Palace early in the morning, but you are comfortable."

"I'm an injured person, I need to rest more and move less," He Lingchuan poured him a glass of wine, "There are sensible people in this residence; as soon as I took out the deed, they let me move in."

After coming down from Wind Demon Mountain, Fushan Yue sought a truce with him and gave him the deed to this residence.

Fushan Yue took the wine glass and took a sip, also lying on the chair, letting out a long breath.

After entering Lingxu City, He Lingchuan realized how much weight the words "residence in the main city area" carried.

This number one city in the world has experienced nearly six hundred years of prosperity, and housing prices have long since gone to the sky. The price of one square meter in the main city area could buy a whole small house in the capital of the Yuan Nation.

Ordinary people struggle for a lifetime and don't have the qualifications to put a bed here.

The poor have no place to stand; that is the true portrayal here.

So those who can live in the main city area are not ordinary people. And there are villas and small buildings on the small mountains that can be seen everywhere here. Being in a quiet place and sitting to watch the bustling world, they just want the meaning of being a great hermit in the middle of the noise. Behind every residence, there is basically one or two wealth myths matched.

As for the Floating Island in the sky.

Well, that has nothing to do with "being rich."

People live in the sky just to let you know that you are worlds apart from them.

They are clouds, and you are mud.

If you only have two stinking coins, then you only deserve to squat on the ground, opening your mouth to look up at the sky.

However, He Lingchuan was still very happy that he had a place to squat in Lingxu City.

The commercial area and residential area here are basically separated. The closer to the middle, the larger the residence and the quieter the environment.

So He Lingchuan quickly found his new home on the edge of the main city.

Fushan Yue rarely didn't exaggerate; this residence was indeed just a small house with an area of five mu, which is more than 3,300 square meters.

The garden area occupied more than half, and there wasn't much left for the buildings—big house, small courtyard, that's the configuration of a slum; it would be laughed at if placed here.

The garden of a large residence in the main city area is usually over seventeen or eighteen mu. The building area is probably within 20% of the total land area.

Two or three manors could split a small mountain.

Of course, for the time being, in the eyes of outsiders, this is still the territory of the Chiyan Crown Prince.

This residence has a history of more than a hundred years and has been renovated four times in the middle. It is exquisite but not ostentatious. Although the area is small, it has everything from pavilions to springs, and the furniture and decorations have taste, which is very much in line with He Lingchuan's requirements.

Fushan Yue told him that because the Fushan family didn't use it often, they didn't spend much thought on rebuilding this residence. Other large residences in the main city area, from every brick and tile of the architecture to every flower and tree in the garden, and then to every meal and food in daily life, are extremely particular.

The regulations formed over six hundred years are called style.

Outsiders can't even think of it, let alone imitate it.

"There is a platform in the side courtyard, the roast meat is very fragrant," Fushan Yue pointed out to him, "You tell the chef to buy two big geese, the yellow-nosed geese from Xitan, and we will roast them to eat with wine tonight."

"We?" He Lingchuan glanced at him, "The dignified Chiyan Crown Prince has no place to live in Lingxu City and must live here with me?"

"I can live there," Fushan Yue pointed to the Floating Island in the sky, showing that he still had strength and status, "But the Upper City strictly controls entry and exit, which is not as convenient as the ground. Besides, the residences in the Lower City are cheap and large, so many officials have residences in the Lower City."

Seeing He Lingchuan unmoved, he added intentionally or unintentionally: "Besides, it's safer for you to live with me."

Both of them knew it like a mirror, and He Lingchuan immediately surrendered: "You pay for the wine and meat."

Fushan Yue's shield was not as heavy as before, but it was better than nothing.

If He Lingchuan were left to face the big waves of Lingxu City alone, he would definitely turn around and run away without a word.

There were only six or seven vacant rooms, too few. The seventy or eighty guards Fushan Yue brought couldn't live here at all and could only make do at the guesthouse; he himself brought Jiao Yu and two personal attendants to live in He Lingchuan's residence.

"The Emperor and the Royal Court were shocked by the changes last night," Fushan Yue said leisurely, "Before the court session, the Emperor specially summoned me to ask about the process of being attacked last night, and comforted me with kind words, saying that this matter would be investigated thoroughly."

"The Emperor's tone is much better than a few days ago." Attacked at the guesthouse! Such an unimaginable thing happened, even the Emperor had to express condolences to the victimized Chiyan Crown Prince, "On the way back, many officials and powerful people rushed to express condolences."

"After all, you are the victim," He Lingchuan rubbed his temples, "Many people came to the guesthouse to send gifts as soon as dawn broke, so I simply hid here."

For most of the morning, the outside of the guesthouse was noisy. He was still an injured person and couldn't rest well because of the noise.

Fushan Yue took out a small box for him: "You have merit in investigating the case in Baishawan, and you were almost killed last night. The Emperor specially ordered State Preceptor Shuangye to take a Jade Returning Pill for you, saying that after taking it, minor injuries will heal immediately and serious injuries will improve."

"State Preceptor Shuangye?" He Lingchuan was startled and took the box.

(End of chapter)