The weather was a little strange on this day, looking at the cold wind and haze, but there was always a touch of light lingering, as if it couldn't get dark for a long time.

Mengzhu was nervous in the room, looking out from time to time, really having a sense of spending time like a year, in order to calm down, took a book and turned a few pages, but I didn't know what to do, I knew that I couldn't disturb my mind, so I lay on the bed and pretended to sleep, and unconsciously took the silk scarf out from under the pillow, and the blood-red Xiaokai jumped in front of me, every word was like a small flame, to dispel the cold in winter.

"I'm sorry, Mu Xuan, just because I'm sorry for you to repay the kindness of the Zheng family, you must forgive me. Mengzhu caressed the soft silk.

Finally, the light was obscured by the clouds, but the sky suddenly looked like a huge black hand, and all of a sudden the black pressure covered the top of the head, which was a little breathless.

"Miss, let's go, it's dark, go early and come back early. Qinglian came in and called.

Mengzhu hurriedly stuffed the silk scarf into her pocket, and quietly took Qinglian out of the Young Marshal's Mansion, she had to take Ji Qing out of the Former Overseer's Mansion before Situ Xiao returned.

The weather is cold, the streets are deserted, a few orange street lamps illuminate the empty streets, only the sound of the wind whirring in the ears and the rustle of the dead leaves on the branches on both sides of the road that have not been swept off are struggling in the wind, as well as the footsteps of the rickshaw driver and the sound of heavy wheezing, the cold wind blows the snow-white rabbit fur scarf around the neck at the chin caressing the skin, a little unbearable.

Mengzhu stretched out his hand and hugged Qinglian, only to feel that Qinglian's hand was cold and cold, and her body was shaking slightly in the cold wind like her, Mengzhu asked softly: "Qinglian, are you afraid?"

Qinglian nodded, quickly shook her head again, and said, "Miss is here, I'm not afraid." ”

Mengzhu hugged her tightly and said, "Thank you, Qinglian." ”

Qinglian smiled a little shyly, and quickly stopped smiling and asked, "Miss, what would happen if my uncle knew?"

Mengzhu was stunned, she didn't think about this problem, but every time she touched it, she deliberately avoided it, and now Qinglian mentioned it like this, forcing her to think about it carefully, but how could she know about the undercurrent surging in Situ Xiao's army, he still thinks that Ji Qing was just misunderstood by Situ Xiao or his subordinates, maybe he was used, he was willing to believe Situ Xiao, and he didn't want to doubt Ji Qing. Her heart is always contradictory, and there is no orientation between the two.

He knew what would happen? Anger was certain, but what would it be? He had never really been angry in front of her, that time in Jingyan, he kicked a few cases, black and white Go rolled to the ground, but she was not afraid at all, she was just moved, she had an urge to throw herself into his arms, but she didn't dare, she wanted to cry tears but could only flow to her heart.

This time he might be a little more angry, she knew that it was not her who was betrayed, but all the soldiers of the Yu army, because they saved her with the city they bought with their blood and lives, so of course they were more angry, as for how angry she was, she couldn't think about it.

She didn't let the rickshaw pull in front of the former Overseer's Mansion, but got out of the car in an alley in front of her, and walked 500 meters in a hurry to the front of the former Overseer's Mansion.

There was not a single pedestrian in front of the door, and only one of the street lamps in front of the house was on, emitting a dim yellow light in the night, illuminating a tall sycamore tree next to it, stretching a few dry branches, showing the ruthlessness of the harsh winter.

With the help of the light, Mengzhu took out the key, shook his hand to open the door, it was pitch black inside, Qinglian lit the lantern, and walked towards the gloomy house by the hazy light, the wind in the garden was gusting, and the two of them were full of goosebumps, Mengzhu had the courage to take Qinglian's cold hand and walked forward.

Suddenly, there was a black shadow in front of them, Mengzhu and Qinglian were frightened, hugged tightly, and the black shadow called: "Is it Mengzhu?"

Mengzhu and Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts were still pounding, and they watched Ji Qing walking towards them from a distance in a gray robe.

"Brother Doublelin bought a ticket for you, I'll take you out, Ji Qing, you go back to the UK for a while, and when the limelight passes, we will naturally want you to come back." Mengzhu greeted him.

Ji Qing saw that her cheeks were red, and there were small beads of sweat gushing out on the tip of her nose, thinking that she had done something to hurt her, and she didn't even have the courage to admit it, but she took a huge risk to run for him, and her heart was moved and guilty, and she was about to separate, to the other side of the ocean where they had lived together for three years, and reluctance and sadness surged in her heart.

Mengzhu was taken aback by his actions, took a step back, stepped on a gravel, and was about to fall down as soon as her body was crooked, Ji Qing hugged her.

I only heard Qinglian in front of me trembling and asked, "Who?"

A beam of strong light came, Ji Qing was wrapping his hands around Mengzhu's waist, Mengzhu was dragging Ji Qing's arms with both hands, the two faces were very close, and the posture was ambiguous.

Ji Qing slowly put Mengzhu down, the two raised their heads, the strong light was so strong that they couldn't open their eyes, Ji Qing blocked the strong light with his hand and looked at the opposite side, his face was colorless in an instant---- behind the strong light was a pair of devouring black eyes, a row of guards behind him held spears, the muzzles of the guns were pointed at them, Ji Qing's body shook and wanted to fall.

The devouring black eyes approached step by step, as if they were going to swallow the two alive, the lantern in Qinglian's hand fell to the ground, rolled twice, she took a step back, and her voice trembled violently: "Young marshal..." was pushed by Situ Xiao who came over and staggered.

Mengzhu looked at Situ Xiao's eyes and barely calmed down: "Mu Xuan, listen to me." ”

Situ Xiao didn't look at her, staring at Zheng Jiqing approaching step by step, ten meters, five meters, one meter, he suddenly pulled out the pistol on his waist, aimed at Zheng Jiqing and loaded it with a bang, "bang", Mengzhu slowly fell.

Situ Xiao watched in disbelief as the beautiful face in front of him slowly moved down, the gun in his hand fell to the ground, and there was a crackle, seeing Zheng Jiqing holding her fallen weak delicate body and crying loudly: "Mengzhu! Mengzhu!"

Qinglian was so frightened that she couldn't move, her legs trembled so much that she couldn't move, and she screamed: "Miss, Miss." "Crawl forward on your knees.

"Young marshal, young lady, she..." Ruan Jingyuan glanced at the puppet-like Situ Xiao and also rushed forward.

Mengzhu only felt that the devouring eyes in front of him instantly became hazy, and in a trance, he heard Yilin's anxious voice: "Mengmei, Mengmei..."

Li Yilin, Zheng Jiqing and Si Ying hurriedly lifted Mengzhu up, Ruan Jingyuan helped Mengzhu by a hand, was pushed away by Yilin, and rushed out of the outer gate with Mengzhu in his hand, Ruan Jingyuan looked at the bright red blood in his hand, walked to Situ Xiao's side, and whispered: "Young marshal, young lady, she was shot in the chest." ”