In the end, is it weishenme?

Slowly, the scene of a person suffering from vertigo suddenly came to mind.

She couldn't help but be taken aback by her own thoughts, could it be that the matter of the prince's poisoning was inseparable from Xuanyuan Snow Marks?

If that's the case, then there must be a bigger shili behind Xuanyuan Snow Mark instructing her, so who will be this one who can order Xuanyuan Snow Mark? She fell into deeper thought.

"If you want to find out, I'm afraid you have to explore the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion again." Murong Canghai said, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and with a long hand, he took Su Yueming into his arms again.

"You...... Do? Su Yueming thought that he was going to do rude things to her again, so she was anxious to push him away.

“biedong！” But seeing his wary face, his ears were close to the wooden pole of the carriage, as if some danger was approaching.

"What's wrong?" Her heart beat faster for no apparent reason, and she felt a very nervous feeling.

An unknown coldness flashed in Murong Canghai's eyes, and that coldness made Su Yueming shudder in his heart.

"Your Highness, be careful, someone is coming!" Outside the carriage, Yinglie also sensed the enemy's approach.

After a while, Murong Canghai said in a deep voice to Yinglie and Leng Ru outside-

"There are thousands of people who are coming."

When Su Yueming heard this, her eyes sank, and the momentum of strangulation? …… Su Buqing's face suddenly appeared in her mind.

Could it be someone he sent? This is one of the Jihua who helped her seize the treasure map on Murong Canghai's body?

However, she quickly denied her idea, Su Buqing didn't have the courage yet, if something really happened to Murong Canghai, the Great Qin Kingdom would definitely not give up, and now that he lives in the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, if anything happens, the first person to be held accountable is her!

"Your Highness! I'm as cold as after a break. Ying Lie put his hand into his mouth, making a series of strange sounds, Su Yueming opened the horse curtain and looked, only to see that the dead soldiers who had been sitting on Murong Canghai before were like gods descending from the sky, and immediately appeared around the carriage, all holding long knives and swords, and their eyes swept around every movement around them like torches.

The soaring murderous aura rose all over the sky, and in the night, countless black shadows, densely packed, came back quickly.

The eerie anger, the hideous murderous aura, surrounded by clusters.

Then came the black-clad masked men who surrounded and suppressed on all sides, each armed with bows and arrows, and the arrows shimmered in a terrifying white light in the night, which made people shudder.

Surrounded by such a dense human flesh like desire, it is simply difficult to escape.

Among them, one of them sat on a red horse, apparently, he was the leader of this strangulation, and like the other men in black, his face was also covered with a black cloth, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he could not see his face.

Those eyes, like foxes.

His gaze wandered for a week, and Zuihou fell on Su Yueming's face.

Su Yueming raised her head and looked at her fearlessly.

Murong Canghai seemed to feel some kind of information in the man's eyes that only a man could understand, and his hand, lightly, Su Yueming got closer to him.

The black-clothed masked man waved the yellow flag in his hand, his voice was cold as if it came from an ice cellar, and he couldn't hide his murderous aura, which made people feel that he hated the people in the carriage very much.

Yellow flag? Su Yueming's heart trembled slightly, and her hands clenched suddenly.