"Does the girl know my son-in-law?" The young coachman said.

Su Chaoxi laughed dryly, I'm afraid there are few people in the world who don't know your son-in-law. Thinking of what Ming Shumo asked her, she hurriedly shook her head and waved her hand at him: "No, no, no, I won't go back to the city, Gongzi has to leave in advance, goodbye is too late to shake hands, goodbye." ”

The young coachman looked at Su Chaoxi's hurried figure suspiciously, and looked at his son-in-law puzzled: "Childe, this girl seems to be a little afraid of you." ”

Ming Shumo's light and warm face was not affected in the slightest, and he turned around and walked slowly towards the carriage, and the young coachman scratched his head and hurriedly followed.

Su Chaoxi watched Ming Shumo's carriage gradually drive into the city, and a trace of doubt passed through his heart, didn't this Jiuli Ming Gong live in Jiuli City under Wolong Mountain for a long time? Why did you come all the way here? Just in time for tomorrow's enthronement ceremony of the Empress Dowager? Could it be that Wen Sheng is talking about him? How can it be!

Ming Shumo's carriage entered the city, and the coachman flicked his whip: "Childe, do we want to go directly to the post house to rest?" ”

"Let's go and meet Uncle Mo first."

"Great! Drive! ”

As night fell, the carriage came to a secluded narrow alley and stopped suddenly, and the coachman looked vigilantly at the murderous men in black who stopped in front, the cold wind was swishing, and he didn't need to look back to know that there must be a row of black-clothed people behind. The coachman leaned on the carriage, the whip in his hand was clenched, and his voice was low: "Childe, don't come out in the carriage." ”

When the words fell, the coachman propped up his body and shook his hand and whipped the killer in front of him, and a row of killers suddenly dispersed, rushing to the carriage from all directions, and the coachman did not dare to leave the carriage, one person against twenty people, he really had more than enough heart and not enough strength. But at the thought of the people in the car, the driver whipped his whip vigorously. Each killer held a short blade in his hand, under the moonlight, the cold blade body shook out a dark color, and it was coated with poison at a glance, although there was only one horsewhip in the coachman's hand, but the way and strength of the whip were obviously Lianjiazi, a killer was whipped by him and fell in the distance, and a deep whip mark was opened on his back.

But after all, a person's energy is limited, and soon, several killers came behind the carriage, cutting the wooden planks behind the carriage with knives, and then stabbing the people in the carriage fiercely after breaking the wooden plank. The coachman noticed that something was wrong, and opened the curtain to see this scene, the whip in his hand could not be thrown into the car, so he threw the whip on the horse, and the horse immediately ran up in pain, and the first few killers around were trampled to the ground by the horse's hooves, and the rest followed closely with the cornices, and the coachman fought with his bare hands with the killer who came in from behind the carriage, and the killer was obviously highly trained, and the move was deadly, and if the coachman was not quick with his hands, the short blade could have been cut into the driver's arm in just a few times.

The killer didn't entangle with him much, he stretched out his hand and knocked him out of the car with a palm, and the coachman leaned back and happened to be caught by the horse, but he was a step away from Ming Shumo, and the killer saw the opportunity to quickly raise and fall with his hand, but it was still not faster than a cold light drawn from a distance, and he was instantly knocked to the ground. The coachman was startled, looking at the killer's eyebrows that killed him with one blow, his heart was settled, looking at the killer who was chasing after him on the eaves, the coachman slapped the horse under him fiercely, and the horse ran fast in an instant, and in a blink of an eye he saw Mofu in the distance. As soon as the killer saw the carriage leaving the narrow alley, and saw the Mowang Mansion in front of him, he suddenly stopped and disappeared into the night in an instant.

When the coachman saw that the person was gone, he grabbed the reins with palpitations and looked at Ming Shumo: "Childe, are you okay?" Were you hurt? ”

Although the incident happened suddenly, Ming Shumo was still dressed in white and untouched in the ventilated carriage in front and back, and the tension on his face was also skillfully covered by a faint smile. "Thank you for today."

The coachman smiled innocently: "Childe is serious, this is Xuan Mo's duty, Childe is fine." ”

The horse gradually quieted down, and walked towards the gate of Mowang's Mansion, the guard at the door had already heard the movement, and when he saw someone coming, he immediately became vigilant: "What person?" ”

"Go and inform your master, and say that the Duke of Jiuli Ming has arrived." Xuan Mo said with a smile.

The guard looked at the carriage, which was already embarrassed and covered with knife marks, and then looked at the white-clothed Shengxue handien boy inside, and arched his hand: "Please wait, two of you." ”

Taking advantage of this gap, Xuan Mo turned back to Ming Shumo and said, "Childe, someone secretly helped us just now, do you see who it is?" ”

Ming Shumo shook his head, Xuan Mo was stunned, this was such a mess at that time, how could Gongzi see it, he really asked something useless.

Ming Shumo really didn't see anyone, but he saw the corner of plain clothes that flashed in secret, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while, and it was a little familiar.

Mowangfu soon came and opened the door, revealing a group of people behind the door, and the first to come out was a man with gray temples, seeing Ming Shumo getting down from the broken carriage, his old eyes moved slightly: "Jiuli Minggong, what happened here?" ”

Ming Shumo slowly saluted, the three thousand ink filaments were tied up and hung behind his back without a trace of messiness, and said with a faint smile: "Uncle Mo, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

This man with gray temples was the oldest elder of the Mo family, Mo Zhong, the old prince of Mo, seeing that he didn't answer, he thought that this was not suitable for talking, so he nodded sideways: "Jiuli Minggong, let's go in and talk." ”

Although Ming Shumo called Mo Zhong as Uncle Mo, but in fact, the blood relationship between the two is minimal, as the saying goes, a table is three thousand miles, although Ming Shumo is respectful and respectful, but Mo Zhong can not be as calm as him in the face of this great power. Ming Shumo naturally knew what Mo Zhong was thinking, and he didn't say anything, just nodded, and entered the mansion half a step ahead of him.

Such a fairy figure entered the mansion, naturally the darling of everyone's eyes, many concubines rushed with their daughters to hear the sound, and many people from the side branches who only heard about him and did not see him also came, and the main hall was full of people for a while.

Mo Zhong and Ming Shumo sat down side by side, and the maid hurriedly served tea, and her eyes were still carefully aimed at this son from time to time. After entering the mansion, there was no taboo in conversation, and Mo Zhong looked at him with concern: "Did something happen when he entered the city just now?" ”

Ming Shumo nodded and said indifferently: "It's just that a few guests came to welcome me and let my coachman send them away, Uncle Mo doesn't have to worry." ”

Mo Zhong has lived for so long and is also a smart person, so he naturally knows that someone heard that the Ming Gong of Jiuli was here and sent to assassinate him. Mo Zhong breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's okay, it's getting late, you can stay here tonight, don't go to the post house, there are many people there, it is inevitable that there will be some moths, and tomorrow you can go with me to participate in the enthronement ceremony." ”

Ming Shumo smiled lightly: "Then thank you Uncle Mo, please forgive me for the trouble." ”