Seeing the apology in Feng Qingcheng's ink-stained black eyes, Mu Shenxiao knew that she hadn't received any information.

Although Zhilu Dao couldn't find Mu Rourou's whereabouts even in Feng Chengcheng, then I was afraid that there would be no trace of her in the entire Qinwang Mansion, but the unwilling Mu Shenxiao still asked his subordinates to search the Qinwang Mansion up and down.

It wasn't until sunrise in the east that the Qinwang Mansion, which had been tossed all night, quieted down a little.

In the bedroom painted by Linghu, Feng Qingcheng looked at the man on the bed with a tired look and a pale face, and sighed faintly: "I'm sorry, if he can survive it, he can only resign himself to fate......"

She had repaired his wounds with her abilities, but in such an era when blood could not be transfused, she could only watch apologetically as he struggled on the line of life and death and was helpless.

This was the first time she felt powerless since she came to this world, and the ghost doctor was not an omnipotent god, and he couldn't completely snatch people back from the hands of death.

Above the window lattice, the first rays of sunlight have been poured,

Mu Shenxiao raised his eyes to look at the sun outside the window, and said with a deep breath: "You go and freshen up...... Today is a big day for the emperor to ask you to take the dart...... We can't let the emperor wait for ...... long."

Feng Qingcheng raised his eyes to look at Mu Shenxiao, met his cold gaze, and smiled helplessly: "It seems that you have already decided ......"

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An attack on the Qinwang Mansion last night, before dawn, had spread all over half of the capital.

No one could have imagined that even the unworldly Prince Qin would become the target of killing by someone with a heart.

When the door of the Qinwangfu was opened, the crowd at the door took a step back, waiting for the protagonist of the Qinwangfu to appear.

Under the sun, Mu Shenxiao wore a white robe, green silk into a bun, a hairpin with a feather crown, and a white feather hairpin, revealing a dusty and free state.

Between his eyebrows, there seems to be no trace of bohemianism in the past, and in his deep eyes, there are ripples of impenetrable depth, like the infinite universe with flashing starlight, mysterious and unfathomable.

Behind him, Feng Chengcheng, who was also dressed in a white feather skirt, covered his face with thin veil, and on top of his bewitching body, he was carrying a green bow diagonally.

In the tiger skin quiver on the waist, the long arrows of the red feather feather are arranged in turn, and the phoenix tilting city supported by it is more and more heroic and charming.

After taking the two war horses brought by You Shi, one black and one white, the two flew up and slowly walked towards the direction of the palace.

Feng Chengcheng seemed to inadvertently look around him from the corner of his eye, and whispered: "Around us, there are not a lot of eyeliner and dark whistles......

"The battle in King Qin's Mansion last night, I'm afraid it has already entered the eyes of people with hearts......"

His identity as a former prince is destined to be the object of everyone's attention, but his cynicism over the years has caused some people to have psychological fatigue and unconsciously relax their attention to him.

And now, last night's game has once again raised him to the height of the limelight.

If the reason why he was able to hide himself well and not be scrutinized in the past, it was that he was just a young child back then.

So now, no matter how reluctant he is, he will be the focus of attention when he is an adult and falls into the eyes of others again.