Murong Qingran sent people to send Wei Hu and Yancui out of Pingyin County, and let them go all the way south, as long as they passed the Qizhou border, no one could catch them.

The one who died was just a cousin of Dingyuan Bofu, and he was not the son of Dingyuan Bofu, they had been incognito in Jiangnan for a few years, and this matter was faded.

"Miss, why don't you kill Na Weihu?" Xiong Da was sullen along the way.

Murong Qingran said slowly, "There are a lot of people who want to kill Wei Hu, we don't need to dirty our hands, besides, Miss Ben will have to find someone to contain this Wei Yan'er in the future, Wei Hu is dead, it's a pity." "As long as Wei Hu does not die for a day, the grievances between Murong He and Ma Rong will not end.

Killing someone, it's so troublesome, Xiong Da muttered, Miss Fifth is so delicate, others take one step at a time, she counts several steps by step.

"Miss Ben asked them to go to Jiangnan not in vain, Jiangnan has more tea and silk, and they will inspect the goods for Miss Ben, and Miss Ben can also save a lot of heart."

No wonder Miss gave Wei Hu a poison, but gave the antidote to Yancui, this is to let Yancui look at Wei Hu, Xiong Da listened with admiration, this is more than a few steps, Miss is thinking too long-term.

"It's just that your daughter-in-law ran away, and if you have a chance, Miss Ben will find you a beautiful daughter-in-law again."

Miss was still thinking about this stubble, Xiong Da heard Murong Qingran's joke, and said with a sad face, "Miss, I belong to a big old man, what kind of daughter-in-law do you want, those little daughters-in-law with fine skin and tender meat, my subordinates can't stand it." ”

"What do you mean by this, do you mean our women's water-based poplars?"

Ah, Xiong Da was so frightened that he almost fell off the carriage, how could he forget that there was a noble lady sitting in this carriage, this is the real pampering.

"The subordinates are talking nonsense, miss, don't take it seriously, ah, haha......" Xiong Da began to pretend to be stupid.

Murong Qingran snorted lowly.

Xiong Da didn't dare to answer anymore.

The carriage passed through the grove, and in front of it was the Hirakawa Road.

"Miss, there's a fight ahead." Xiong Da hurriedly stopped the carriage and shouted, "What is it that so many people bully a child." ”

Murong Qingran lifted the corner of the curtain and saw a handsome boy in a white brocade robe, and was stunned, as if it was the thirteenth prince, with a little Taoist boy by his side.

Taking a little Taoist boy down the mountain, this doesn't seem like what the thirteenth prince did?

Murong Qingran was curious, but stopped Xiong Dadao, "Let's wait and see what happens." "Help no one, you can't help that arrogant thirteen sons, besides, what does their life and death have to do with her.

However, this thirteen prince does have the ability to be arrogant, more than a dozen people besiege him, he still comes and goes freely, and it is really true, Murong Qingran watched the thirteen princes take the little Taoist boy back and forth between these assassins, and he was not panicked, and he couldn't help but look at the thirteen princes a few more times.

"Octagon, don't be afraid." The thirteenth prince protected the little dao boy, jumped up, and suddenly flew to the carriage where Murong Qingran was sitting, and without saying a word, he got in.

Drive......

Xiong Da immediately raised his whip and drove the carriage away.

"It's you." Walking into the carriage and seeing Murong Qingran, the disgust in the eyes of the thirteenth prince was unmistakable.

"It's me, Senior Brother Thirteen." As if he thought that the thirteenth prince was not angry enough, Murong Qingran remembered the events of the year, and deliberately called the thirteenth prince the thirteenth senior brother.

Octagon stared at the little eyes, the same as the thirteenth prince, with anger in his eyes, "Why do you call me thirteen senior brother like that." Hmph, I want to go crazy if I want to join our Qishan faction. ”

"Octagonal." The Thirteenth Prince pulled him and sat down with him.

Octagonal, Murong Qingran smiled, "Good name." ”

"Of course it's a good name, this is what my uncle chosen." knew that he would make fun of his name, Octagon was very angry, although he began to complain in his heart that Uncle Shi had named him indiscriminately, but in front of Murong Qingran, he still raised his chin arrogantly, he was the favorite star anise of the uncle in charge. R1154