The sky was dark again, and there was a fog all around, and the cold mist was accompanied by a fragrance of all things growing, but unfortunately this fragrance was not suitable for her who was full of blood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her clothes had been soaked by the mist, and now she wanted to change into clean clothes, lie in bed for a day and a night, wake up and drink some hot porridge and some wine.

She thought of Master again, and she didn't know how Master was now, had she eaten enough? Do you have warm clothes? Do you have pen and ink to write?

She hid in the ditch by the side of the road, and she didn't dare to come out.

She has injuries on her body, she has been dodging for a day, she is hiding here through the diffuse mist, there is a stick of incense for a while, the pursuit of Wujimen is really powerful, and suddenly many people appear to chase and kill her, different body shapes, different smells, and even some people do not look like the cold-blooded Wujimen, which makes her feel that this is not Mo Fei's handiwork.

It seems that someone is a killer and wants her life, but someone is not, and it seems that they just want her to run for her life.

Is it to prevent her from getting closer to Master? Who is it?

After a long time, she thought, sometimes fate just likes to joke with you, she thought about countless people at that time, every possible person, close to the person, related people, up to the government and opposition officials down to the people in the rivers and lakes, but she didn't expect the most unlikely person, when she knew the answer, she thought stupidly for a while, suddenly figured out everything, and then laughed, laughing uncontrollably, but tears flowed down her cheeks, and couldn't stop flowing.

The sun rises.

The air was filled with the scent of plum blossoms, and there were some plum blossom petals scattered on the ground.

A son dances a sword in the courtyard, his slender figure is full of strength, and between swinging the sword, such as a beautiful landscape painting, his body is elegant, and he is extraordinarily good-looking.

There were a lot of people around, but everyone didn't squint, and even a few recruits turned pale, as if waiting for something irreversible to happen.

I saw that the young man's sword turned and stabbed the man tied to the tree, and the man was covered in blood, as if he was tortured.

Under the wind, the man who was tied up had a contemptuous smile, and his eyes did not blink.

The bitter cold wind was coming, and the sword suddenly stopped.

The atmosphere was so terrifying that there was no sound around it.

"What, this is the last chance, or don't you say it?"

The man smiled slightly and sighed, "What's the matter, is your heart soft?" Three Highnesses! ”

"Hahaha, soft-hearted? I just respect you for being a man, so I'll give you another chance. ”

"I have nothing to complain about in your hands, come on, give me a good time. In his place, he seeks his own government, and each is his master. He looked straight at him.

Zhongsun drew his sword back without loss, turned around, and suddenly the sword stabbed backwards, stabbing into the man's chest.

The people around him didn't seem to be surprised at all, and it was commonplace. There were guards who were very skilled in picking up the corpses and bloodstains and quietly withdrawing from the compound.

Liu Ping'an took a clean towel, respectfully handed it to His Highness, and reported the news he got today, "Your Highness, the two thousand gold Chen Ling of the Chen Mansion went to Huizhou alone four days ago. Now that she has arrived in Rongcheng, Huizhou, as far as her subordinates know, it should be her master who is under house arrest, and she wants to rescue her, but someone secretly stops her, and she is fleeing for her life. ”

Seeing that His Highness didn't speak, he continued, "It seems that the people who chased and killed her were the people of Wujimen. ”

Childe replied lightly, and seeing that his subordinates did not leave, he asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

"We also have a helper in Huizhou, do you need to help her?" He asked respectfully, because it was said that this girl was going to marry His Highness in the future, and although she had no name, at least Her Highness had a good conversation with her, and he was afraid that if she didn't ask, Her Highness would regret it.

Childe looked at him coldly, the corners of his mouth curled coldly, revealing a cold smile, and he didn't answer, but it made him feel a chill in his heart, and secretly hated why he was talking too much.

His Royal Highness hadn't had a drink with anyone for a long time, and apart from that girl, he thought that girl was His Highness's favorite pink beauty...

There is no need for His Highness to say anything, he already knows the answer. Busy retreating.

Childe threw the towel to a maid without loss, and the maid took a step back after catching the towel before barely standing.

He glared at the maid with an angry face, and the maid thought that His Highness was annoyed with her, so frightened that she quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and he frowned and left.

Why save her? She wants to marry herself, but she doesn't want to marry, besides, Chenshan is the person on the side of the second highness's son who has no regrets, and wants to arrange his daughter by his side, can he still be kind to save her? Why would he still help? It's ridiculous, isn't it better that she's dead?

However, he didn't want to refuse from the bottom of his heart, he wanted her to marry him, and then ...... To torture her, of course, and to use her.

Outside the city of Rongcheng.

"Childe, how did we send the gift to Rongcheng, and if we continue to send it like this, we will really be bankrupt and destitute." Cheng Xin, who was acting as a coachman in front, had nothing to say.

"Don't worry, even if you are poor, you will not be able to benefit from it." Gongzi Zheng responded casually and teased him by the way.

"Childe said this, isn't it in vain the hard work of his subordinates? The subordinates have been by the side of the son for so many years, and the subordinates dare to say that even the future wife of the son is beyond reach. Cheng Xin chattered endlessly, paused for a moment, and talked about Die'er's interesting story.

Wu Zheng smiled faintly, listening to him gossip, Cheng Xin was very quiet when he was quiet, but it was really noisy when he was noisy, but he understood that he was afraid that he would fall asleep, and he would freeze out of typhoid fever on such a cold day.

He coughed twice and took a sip of tea, the charcoal fire was gone, the tea was cold, he wanted to spit it out, but when he thought of the person who had excellent ear power and heard the sound and was frightened and asked for a doctor, he swallowed it alive again, only to feel cold in the stomach, frowned, suppressed the discomfort, and asked in a gentle voice, "How long is it left?" ”

"It's still half an hour to go." Cheng Xin naturally knew what was going on, but he had nothing else to do but hurry up.

Wu Zheng nodded, fortunately, half an hour is not long, he looked at the stove, there should be no problem.

It was getting colder and colder in the car, and he closed his eyes slightly, and finally put the book in his hand aside. Lean against the cushion next to you with the quilt over your body.

At this time, even if he called to stop, he couldn't do anything, and there was not even a figure around. What's more, judging from the degree of bumpiness of the carriage and horses, Cheng Xin already knew the situation in the car and was hurrying to Rongcheng.

I just hope that when he gets to the city, he will be able to hold on.

Cheng Xin has been chattering with Wu Zheng about homely things, hearing the sound of the answer getting smaller and smaller, and then there was no sound, he opened the curtain and glanced at the car, Gongzi Zheng leaned on the mat, the quilt was tightly covered, his head was weakly attached to the car, his eyes were slightly closed, his face was as pale as paper, and it was clear that he couldn't support it, Cheng Xin's whip crackled, and the two horses ran crazy on the road, but Cheng Xin still felt slow, too slow.