A whole squad of night patrol soldiers couldn't do it at all.

Night Xiaoyu and Qian Wuxian stepped in the air, and they couldn't find the one who dropped the order for two quarters of an hour, and it didn't help to follow them, so it seemed that they had to find another shortcut.

The two flashed to a dark tent, and the people inside were probably asleep, and they were about to open the curtain to enter, when suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Flashing to the side, the night fish almost laughed out loud with joy. It was the iron shoes that had nowhere to be found, and it took no effort to get there, and trotting in came a soldier in armor, presumably sent to deliver the message.

"Mr. Ming, the Fourth Prince, please come over. ”

After several calls, a lazy voice came from inside the account: "Do you know what's going on?"

"I heard that it was the Qinyin girl who had a headache, and the Xingyue girl had a stomachache. ”

Ho, Murong Zheng is similar to King Li, he also has to take the girl with him when he marches and fights, and he brings two of them with him at the same time.

"Come in and get the medicine, and go back to your prince, and say that I am not feeling well and cannot go over tonight. The lazy voice in the tent was clearly slightly angry.

The messenger went in and quickly withdrew with two small silver bottles. Holding their breath, Ye Xiaoyu and Qian Wuxian quietly followed.

The messenger didn't know that there was someone behind him, and trotted all the way back.

Walking around the camp, seeing the big tent in front of them, which was obviously more spacious than the camp tent next to it, and was guarded by soldiers, Ye Xiaoyu and Qian Wuxian knew that tonight's mission would be over soon.

"Returning to His Highness, Mr. Ming was unwell and had already rested, and he only gave two bottles of medicine. The messenger stood at the door, bowed back.

"Your Highness, the slave family has an unbearable headache, if Mr. Ming doesn't come, the slave family really can't serve His Highness tonight. ”

There was a delicate sound from inside, which made the night fish goosebumps.

"Your Highness, the slave family is in so much pain that you can't stand it, does Mr. Ming want to see death and not save it?"

Another snorting voice came out, and Ye Xiaoyu made up the plot, feeling that the fourth prince Murong Zheng seemed to have a large green patch on his head.

"Are you unwell or have you taken a fancy to Mr. Ming?" a cold voice came out, and blood stains suddenly splashed on the tent.

"Your Highness, Xingyue doesn't, Xingyue only wants to accompany you, please don't kill me. ”

The voice was no longer loud, the sound of panic and trembling, through the shadow of the wall, you could see the woman with her hair in a bun kneeling on the ground, looking up at Murong Zheng.

"You dislike the face of His Royal Highness, and when you see Mr. Ming's sword eyebrows and starry eyes, your face is like a crown of jade, and your heart is moved. Your Highness has seen enough of your ugliness in the past few days, and there is no need for this game to continue. ”

Murong Zheng kicked down the woman named Xingyue, Xingyue got up from the ground, knelt back in front of Murong Zheng and begged:

"Xingyue has served His Highness for several months, and never dares to have different intentions. His Royal Highness is eloquent, and although his face is injured, Mr. Ke Ming's medical skills are excellent, and he will definitely help His Highness recover as before. Even if it can't be restored, it can't be restored at all. ”

This Xingyue has a sharp mouth, and even if she is panicked, she can still speak secretly.

If she changes to another man, she will definitely be taken into her arms again, but unfortunately she met Murong Zheng, who is psychologically dark.

"You are just lowly slaves and maids that His Highness bought from the Qinglou, what qualifications do you have to love His Highness?"

Murong Zheng's hand fell, and blood was splashed on the wall again, and Xingyue had collapsed to the ground, no longer moving.

Soon a soldier went in and carried the disheveled Qin Yin and Xingyue out.

Murong Zheng really interpreted the image of a perverted scumbag to the fullest, and in the blink of an eye, two fresh lives disappeared in his hands.

Xicang Murong is really a scumbag!

Ye Xiaoyu glanced at Qian Wuxian unconsciously, and Qian Wuxian grabbed her hand and put it on his heart, aggrieved.

The soldiers went in and out, and after some busy work, Murong Zheng's camp finally quieted down, and only four guards stood guard at the door.

Ye Xiaoyu stretched out two fingers and pointed at the four guards, and Qian Wuxian nodded, understanding what she meant.

In the flash of light, Night Fish and Thousand Traceless teleported in front of the four guards, and when they raised their eyes, they were on fire.

Lifting the curtain, a thousand traceless volleys swung out airflow, sealing Murong Zheng's dumb acupoints and body pillar acupoints.

Murong Zheng had a chance to call for help, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he was stunned by Qian Wuxian's appearance.

Also stunned was Ye Xiaoyu, she had thought that Murong Zheng would be ugly, but she never expected him to be ugly like this.

No wonder the two Qinglou women who climbed the high branches had to find an excuse not to sleep.

The right side of Murong Zheng's face seemed to have been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, and his pitted face was covered with burn marks that people couldn't bear to look at.

Night Little Fish took one look at it, and didn't want to look at it again.

Murong Zheng didn't care about Ye Xiaoyu's dislike, because his attention was all on Qian Wuxi's face.

When he was picked up and left the Xicang barracks, Murong Zheng was almost certain that the assassin who captured him must be the eldest son of the emperor.

His mother sent many killers to Tianxuan to kill the eldest son of the emperor's concubine, but all of them went and never returned.

Now it seems that the eldest son of the emperor, who looks very similar to his father, has extraordinary skills, and the people sent by him have all been terminated by him. I didn't expect that I was the same as the waste prince Murong Yan, who was too light on the enemy.

Qian Wuxian tied Murong Zheng to the horse's back, wrapped his fingers with the night fish, walked under the moon, and walked back to the camp leisurely.

"Mr. Ming from the Xicang Barracks, we have to go to the meeting another day. The Qimen poison in the hands of the copper-faced man should have been provided by him. ”

Ye Xiaoyu raised her head to look at the moon that began to fall in the west, and suddenly figured out that the copper-faced person could actually avoid her Ten Thousand Poisons Sect in Jiangfeng Tower.

"There is still such a powerful person in the world who is so powerful in medical drugs, it seems that this person needs to be investigated carefully. ”

Qian Wuxian remembered Yeyi's description of the ink quicksand, and a sense of uneasiness surged in his heart, if Mr. Ming was the ink quicksand, then tomorrow's battle would probably cause heavy casualties.

"In addition to the Medical Hidden Sect, what other sects are there in the Xuanguang Continent that study medical poisons?"

The two analyzed and talked about the problem completely when Murong Zheng was transparent, Murong Zheng was tied to the back of a horse, and he secretly poked and poked his happiness, no matter how much you want to break your brain, you will not know who Mr. Ming is.

Ye Xiaoyu smelled the sound of snorting breathing, and when she turned around and saw the sneering smile on Murong Zheng's face, she stopped and showed her two front teeth: "Do you know why we don't avoid you at all when we talk?"

"Why?"

"Haha, husband, you cheap brother is really stupid. For the sake of him being your cheap brother, you tell him why. ”

Ye Xiaoyu's extreme mockery made Murong Zheng angry, and the cold expression on his face should be imagining how he would torture Ye Xiaoyu when he fell into his hands to avenge the humiliation.

Qian Wuxian glanced at Murong Zheng, and reached out to gently scrape Ye Xiaoyu's cheek: "Yu'er, his mother concubine is the real murderer who killed my mother." After tomorrow, he will be either a dead man or a dead man who can no longer speak, so why should we waste our tongues for him? ”

"Well, yes! In order to make sure that nothing goes wrong, I will invite him to eat a hemp pill now. When the soldiers of the Western Cangguo are driven away tomorrow, he should not be able to move or speak, and he will become a living dead. ”

Ye Xiaoyu took out a small white bottle from his backpack, poured out a large pill with a dark black body and an unpleasant smell and handed it to Qian Wuji.

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