Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 89: You're responsible for your own mistakes

"I'm willing to bring my zither tomorrow!"

Leng Feibai's voice came from behind him. He stood up and walked to Fan Xian's side. He turned his head to look at Guo Youzhi, who knew that his situation was doomed, and then looked at Zhuang Mohan, who had a dazed expression.

Leng Feibai bowed to Emperor Qing and said, "Your Majesty, Fan Xian is drunk. I will take him back first."

Emperor Qing nodded and allowed Leng Feibai to take out, pick up Fan Xian and turn to leave.

"Misfortunes sent by heaven can be forgiven, but misfortunes brought upon oneself cannot be forgiven."

Leng Feibai left this sentence and walked away.

Zhuang Mohan felt bitter after hearing this and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hearing the chaos in the hall, Leng Feibai raised the corners of his mouth slightly and walked out.

As for Guo Youzhi, his face was ashen.

He who brings disaster upon himself must suffer the consequences. He truly brought disaster upon himself.

At this moment, the Fan Mansion was already bustling with people.

First, Leng Feibai fought alone against two ninth-grade warriors, and then Fan Xian wrote hundreds of poems while drunk.

At this moment, the Fan family's reputation has reached its peak.

For this purpose, Emperor Qing also asked his personal eunuch Hou Gonggong to bring a team of imperial guards to send the two back to Fan Mansion.

In the Fan Mansion, Liu Ruyu happily ordered the servants to clean Fan Xian and Leng Feibai's rooms thoroughly, and told the kitchen to prepare hangover medicine and snacks for the two to sober up and fill their stomachs.

On the small road to the Fan Mansion, Wang Qinian trotted over, following Leng Feibai, who was carrying Fan Xian on his back.

"The plan remains unchanged. I'll wait for you at the same place."

Fan Xian suppressed his drunkenness and spoke in a low voice.

When Wang Qinian heard this, he couldn't help but whisper, "You're already so drunk, let's do it another day."

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "This opportunity doesn't come once in a lifetime. If you miss it, you don't know how long you'll have to wait. Old Wang, please."

Looking at Fan Xian's expression, Wang Qinian sighed and nodded.

Inside the room, Leng Feibai settled Fan Xian down and turned to the excited Liu Ruyu outside the door and said, "Auntie, it's getting late. You should go back and get some rest."

"Hey, Fan Xian is so drunk, I have to stay and take care of him."

Seeing Liu Ruyu's excitement, Leng Feibai smiled and said, "Don't bother Auntie. When Fan Xian was sick as a child, I took care of him most of the time. I have experience."

Liu Ruyu wanted to say something else, but Fan Sizhe, who was leaning against the wall, couldn't help but stand up and said, "Mom, Brother Feibai is right. It's so late, it's time to go to bed. At most, we can leave a few servants to help."

"Just sleep!"

Liu Ruyu was so angry that she slapped Fan Sizhe and said, "Look at your two brothers, and then look at you. Alas..."

After all, he was her own son. Liu Ruyu looked at the half-asleep Fan Sizhe with a look of disappointment on her face.

Leng Feibai secretly wondered if Liu Ruyu would choose to send Fan Sizhe back for retraining if the situation allowed.

After some persuasion, Liu Ruyu finally listened to Fan Ruoruo and Leng Feibai and dragged Fan Sizhe back to her room.

As soon as he saw them leave, Fan Xian struggled to get up, rushed to the table, and swallowed the hangover pill he had prepared early in the morning.

"Ruoruo, get out of the way!"

Leng Feibai quickly picked up a basin from the side and placed it in front of Fan Xian.

"vomit"

Fan Xian gave Leng Feibai a thumbs up, then started vomiting violently into the basin.

Looking at Fan Xian's expression, Fan Ruoruo patted him on the back distressedly, "Why are you vomiting like this? Didn't you take the medicine?"

Fan Xian took a breath, took the wine glass handed to him by Leng Feibai, and rinsed his mouth. "It's because of the medicine that I can vomit everything out. Ruoruo, Brother Feibai is right. Zhuang Mohan came to Kyoto at the invitation of someone in the court to deal with me."

"Ok!"

Leng Feibai said calmly, "Judging from what happened tonight, the mastermind is naturally Li Yunrui, and the person assisting him should be Guo Youzhi. As for Guo Baokun, he's simply adding insult to injury."

"But Princess..." Fan Ruoruo was halfway through her words when she realized something and gritted her teeth, "That woman is truly cruel!"

Fan Xian wiped his mouth, dug out the nightgown Teng Zijing had given him from a nearby cabinet, and said, "Ruoruo, hold off for me in the room. Brother Feibai and I need to go to the palace."

"Enter the palace!"

Fan Ruoruo said in a lost voice, "But you two are like this?"

Leng Feibai patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, there won't be any trouble. Fan Xian, you go first, I'll be there soon."

Fan Xian nodded and left the Fan Mansion first. Fan Ruoruo looked at Leng Feibai and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Feibai, I know you're very good at martial arts, but are you sure you don't need to change clothes?"

"Of course not!"

Leng Feibai, who had used the Emperor's Qi-gazing Technique to survey the surroundings, said with a smile, "Ruoruo, how about I perform a magic trick for you?"

Fan Ruoruo was stunned, but nodded. Then Leng Feibai's entire body flashed with blue light, transforming into a masked man in black clothes and black hair.

"Brother Feibai!"

Fan Ruoruo covered her mouth in shock. Leng Feibai smiled and said, "Don't tell anyone. Fan Xian knows about this too."

After saying that, Leng Feibai flew out quickly.

Seeing this, Fan Ruoruo couldn't help but come to the window and said secretly, "Brother, Brother Feibai, you all have to be careful!"

As soon as Leng Feibai left Fan Mansion, he immediately turned into a swallow and flew quickly in the air, looking for Fan Xian's trace.

At the same time, the three clones transformed into birds who were sent to keep an eye on Zhuang Mohan, Li Yunrui and the Queen Mother early in the morning also conveyed the news to Leng Feibai.

"Is Zhuang Mohan awake?"

Leng Feibai sent a telepathic message to his clone, "Keep a close eye on us. No matter what, we can't let Fan Xian miss this wonderful rendezvous at Guangxin Palace."

"Okay, but the main body..."

Clone No. 1 asked tentatively, "Why don't you use a video recording talisman like you did with Lin Gong last time, recording the conversation between Li Yunrui and Zhuang Mohan..."

"The effect last time didn't meet my expectations. If I use it again, the effect probably won't be much different."

Leng Feibai said calmly, "And if the same method is used twice, I guess that old loach Emperor Qing will do something."

"That makes sense!"

The second clone couldn't help but say, "But we have the same thoughts, so there's no need to go into so much detail."

"Of course it's for certain people!"

Leng Feibai spread his wings and flew quickly, soon flying into the palace and finding Fan Xian who had just entered the Queen Mother's bedroom.

"You're pretty fast, brat!"

Leng Feibai sneered and looked around. Soon, Yan Xiaoyi, who was on the roof and gnawing on a roast chicken, came into his sight.

"Eat it, eat it well!"

Leng Feibai grinned grimly, "Tonight is the day you die! It's a pity that I haven't practiced the Soul Binding and General Sent Technique, otherwise your soul could still be my helper."

After saying this, Leng Feibai looked at Fan Xian who had left the Queen Mother's bedroom again, and followed him out of the palace.

After a cup of tea, Leng Feibai descended from the sky and blocked Fan Xian and Wang Qinian who had just walked out of the locksmith's room.

"who!"

"it's me!"

Fan Xian and Wang Qinian recognized Leng Feibai's voice and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Leng Feibai stepped forward and said, "Give me the fake one."

Although Fan Xian was puzzled after hearing this, he still gave the fake key in his hand to Leng Feibai.

"Hurry to Guangxin Palace!"

Leng Feibai said seriously, "My informant told me that Zhuang Mohan entered the palace wearing black clothes."

(End of this chapter)