Xin Moge took it, opened it, and looked down by the moonlight, only to see a small note that read, "Cang Jingtian already knew about the sudden death of King Xue and King Chen, and was sending people to the two places to mourn, wanting to take the opportunity and take advantage of the situation to recover the fief of King Chen of Xue Domain."

This matter, the death of these two feudal kings can never be a coincidence, is it the hand of Cang Jingtian sent someone in secret, or is it the ghost behind the scenes, which is very likely to be Shangguan Feihong? After reading the contents of the note, Xin Moge stood with his hands in his hands, his face slightly gloomy. If it was Cang Jingtian's hand, it would be impossible for him not to receive any news beforehand. And if it was the person behind the scenes, who was very likely to be Shangguan Feihong, she had just helped Cang Jingtian to bring down Cang Yueli, and she began to attack the vassal kings of various places, and her actions were really fast. What is the relationship with Cang Jingtian, to help Cang Jingtian so relentlessly, and never show up after helping?

A moment later.

Simmogo calmly commanded, "Immediately find out everyone who had been in close contact with them before, and all the letters, and I want to know who they had been with before they died." ”

"Yes." Two men who had returned with the news received their orders.

"In addition, let the others pay attention during this time and monitor the movements of the other vassal kings."

"Yes." Two people who had returned with the news received their orders again.

"Let's go down."

"Yes, the subordinates retired." The two men who had returned with the news quickly turned and left.

After standing alone for a few more moments, Simmogo turned back to his room, pushed the door open and entered.

In the room, the candlelight was bright, and Feng Yu, who had been drugged again, had already fallen asleep on her side, with the quilt tightly on her body, only her head exposed.

Xin Moge walked over lightly, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked down at Feng Yu's sleeping face. If the person behind the scenes is really his mother Shangguan Feihong, if ...... Xin Moge didn't want to think about it, and reached out to touch Feng Yu's side face.

Feng Yu moved slightly and turned over, but she didn't wake up.

At noon the next day, the sunlight penetrated into the room through the doors and windows, and Feng Yu, who had a good night's sleep, opened her eyes with a smile.

Simmogo was not in the room, and he had gone out again at some point.

The whole room, quietly.

After Feng Yu looked around, she closed her eyes on the abdomen protruding from her hand, and lay down for a while before sitting up.

The **** between the legs doesn't hurt much anymore, and it's a little wet and cool, very comfortable.

Feng Yu bent down, took the clean clothes that were placed aside, and quickly put them on.

The maidservant who had been waiting outside the door for a long time heard a sound in the house and knew that Feng Yu had finally woken up, so she hurriedly knocked on the door and brought the water in.

Feng Yu put on her shoes and walked over to wash her face, while asking the maidservant, "What about him?" ”

Of course, the maid understood who Feng Yu was asking, "Young lady Hui, young master, he is in the pavilion." ”

"Well, got it, come and make up for me." Feng Yu washed her face and sat down in front of the dresser.

The maidservant hurriedly walked over.

Half an hour or so later.

Feng Yu walked out of the room, walked in the direction of the pavilion alone, and saw Xin Moge sitting in the pavilion drinking tea from a distance, only to see him dressed in white, as if he came out of a landscape ink painting.

Xin Moge heard the voice and looked up at Feng Yu who arrived outside the pavilion.

Feng Yu vaguely felt that Xin Moge seemed to have something on her mind today, and after being slightly stunned, she asked as she walked in, "What's wrong?" Is there any news from the capital? ”<