Mr. Peng just calmed down his spirit, jumped, and stood firmly in front of the world without returning.

"The owner of the house."

"Say." Sihai still closed his eyes without returning, and said in a deep voice.

"Back to the owner of the house, this matter..." Peng Hou choked up.

"Speak straight."

"This matter seems to be related to the Wind Clan."

"seem?"

Sihai Bugui then opened his eyes wide and a sharp gaze instantly cast a sharp look.

"No, the matters related to the refugees must be related to the Feng tribe." Peng Hou felt a chill behind his back, and he swallowed his throat and said seriously.

"Feng Clan?" Sihai Bugui fell into deep thought.

"But, the elder of the Feng Clan seemed to have been the senior sister of the owner of the manor, so..."

Penghou paused and continued, "So, it's hard for us to go and check it directly."

The world did not return and stopped talking, and closed his eyes again.

Seeing this, Peng Hou did not dare to say anything else, so he had to stand still.

The elder of the Feng Clan is indeed a senior sister who is incomparable to the world. Her name is Mo You.

I heard that because she was not upright in her mind, she was kicked out of the door by her master a few years ago.

Later, he became the elder of the Feng Clan.

The reason in this is not clear.

Now, he just couldn't figure out what this matter had to do with Senior Sister Mo You.

After a while, the world did not return and said lightly: "Where does the news come from?"

"The day of Your Highness's wedding is..." Mr. Peng calmed down his spirit.

"On the night when the incident happened, eight strong men who were locked up committed suicide by biting their tongues."

"In addition, the two people who were killed by a sword at the scene that day, a total of ten people, all of whom had the same logo on the soles of their feet."

"That's the symbol of the Wind Clan. This matter has been found out by the government."

"Our people are good at inquiring about other people's results?" Sihai Bugui was a little displeased.

But he didn't open his eyes or speak, sitting there like a statue.

No one knew except his voice, and the words just now came from his mouth.

He was speaking with his internal strength, and it seemed that he was really angry.

"I dare not." For fear that Zhuangzhu would punish him, Peng Hou immediately knelt down.

"Our people have also checked it, and it is indeed a symbol of the Wind Clan."

At this time, the cold air that did not return to the surroundings gradually faded.

"Are there any other discoveries?" he continued in ventral.

"The people in the prison have been checked all of them, and no one has ever found that there is this sign on them."

"However, our people can't penetrate every corner of the prison, so we can only find out such things."

"Please also ask the owner of the manor to take a closer look."

The world still sat there expressionlessly without returning. This time, there were too many people involved.

If you are not from the government, you cannot confirm it one by one.

Sihai Bugui then broke away his eyes again, and he had already stood up after he came back to his senses.

"Get up."

"The thing ends here, and the most important thing is to arrange more people to run through every corner of the south of the city."

"Your Highness and I will go to the south of the city tomorrow to investigate this matter. You must ensure your highness's safety."

Peng Hou stood up and nodded: "Yes, the owner of the manor."

The four seas waved their hand, and then disappeared from this mountain after leaving a word.

"Go back."

Mr. Peng bowed in the direction of leaving the world without returning.

He never asked about the owner's decision.

Not only is his life-saving benefactor, but his most respected man.

Because I am a man, I am very disliked from my birth.

If the Sihai Wugui saved him and gave him the motivation to live again, he would have been no longer alive.

Although he was deeply puzzled by the owner of the manor entering the palace to select the palace king.

However, today it seems that the owner of the manor will always be the owner of the manor.

Even if he becomes the Palace Lord, he will not surrender to anyone.

Peng Hou left the place with a satisfied smile.

...

Meng Cangyun asked Meng Shiheng to pull him in and practice, and every time he would practice for at least two hours.

Mengfan and Wuya Siqing were always guarding outside the door. They stood like wooden men, and they always had zero communication.

Perhaps, except for conveying the orders of their master, there is no point in talking about each of them at other times.

The powerful power belonging to the Dream Clan needs to be opened up on Meng Cangyun.

Not only her, but even the emperors who have been through generations.

Before you have enough strength, that power can only be buried there and you open it up layer by layer.

It’s not that Meng Cangyun is not talented, but because of her current age, her internal strength is still far from enough.

At the beginning, Meng Shiheng didn't want Meng Cangyun to suffer, and she didn't take her too strict with her in this regard.

However, now that she is married, it is imperative to increase her skills.

Meng Shiheng sent some internal strength to Meng Cangyun's body, and then forcibly opened up a layer of strength for her.

Then she practiced with her so that she could barely accept that power, and this time her cultivation slowly stopped.

The two of them were quiet for a while and no one spoke.

When practicing, be careful not to be impatient or speak.

Once this is deflated, it will be difficult to gather again.

After about two quarters of an hour, Meng Shiheng slowly opened his eyes.

"Cangyun, how do you feel?" she said in a deep voice.

Meng Cangyun calmed down her spirit before slowly breaking away her eyes.

Every cultivation is probably like this, but today, it seems that it will take longer to recover.

But as long as she can adapt, she will be like a new body.

So the power came back all of a sudden.

She took back that force, took a few deep breaths, and felt that the breath was relaxed, then she turned her eyes to Meng Shiheng.

"It's okay." She spit out two words lightly.

After a while, Meng Cangyun's frown brows slowly unfolded.

Meng Shiheng paid attention to her every move and knew that she could really recover, so she calmed down.

"This time, I've increased my strength." She said calmly.

Meng Cangyun nodded: "Well, I know."

When Meng Cangyun really woke up, she found that Meng Shiheng's face was worse than before.

She suddenly asked, "My Queen, you..."

"My Queen is fine, just have a good rest for a night, that's fine." Meng Shiheng pursed his lips.

"Remember, come here to practice every seven days for the next three months."

"That is, it's better not to get pregnant within these three months."

Meng Shiheng glanced at her flat belly and looked up at her.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to give her grandson as soon as possible, but before she gets pregnant, Meng Cangyun must become strong.
Chapter completed!