"Mother... Mother ......"

In the hall of Nuoda, white shaman hung all over the room, and half-grown children knelt in front of the cold coffin curtain and cried. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Countless cold eyes around him shot at the child's body.

"Sister Shufei is gone, the third prince is still so young, he has no mother since he was a child, what can I do." The beautiful woman standing on the side wiped her tears and looked at the child with a vicious gaze.

The kneeling child was still kneeling on the cold ground like that, not responding to the cynicism around him.

He just quietly looked at the coffin of the concubine in front of him.

For more than ten years, without the protection of his mother, it is impossible to imagine how such a young child can survive in a palace full of intrigue.

But he survived......

Accustomed to disguise, accustomed to the intrigues and rules of the palace, he walked alone, and his eyes were full of darkness.

"Your Highness." A cold call sounded in his ears, and those cold eyes appeared in front of his eyes, not the flattery of officials, the deceit of all forces, and not the sin and greed, so clear.

"Thinking about the dust."

Jun Mo heard the soft call, his fingers moved slightly, and the pen in his hand rolled down the edge of the table, making a soft sound.

Slowly opening his eyes, Jun Mowen sat up from the desk.

Seeing his surroundings clearly, he reached out and pinched his eyebrows, and he actually fell asleep in front of the table.

It has been this dream for years, each time in endless darkness, until the end.

This time it was different, he ...... I dreamed of her.

Seven days had passed since she had entered the house, and today was the deadline she had set for herself.

The city official looked at Mo Ge who was guarding the door of the house, and hesitated for a long time but stepped forward; "My lord, today is the seventh day, I don't know...... What are the plans of the Third Highness? ”

He still remembered that when the woman in white entered the house, she said that if she did not come out in seven days, she would burn it down with the house.

Now......

The city official sighed, it seemed that the woman had nothing to do with the plague. He had to inquire into the thoughts of the Three Princes, and if he really did not make a noise, he would burn the people of the Three Princes to death along with those who had the plague. He can't afford that as a small city official.

Mo Ge glanced at the city official coldly, his voice cold; "What is the city official anxious about, hasn't this last day passed yet?"

Without waiting for the city official to come forward to inquire again, Mo Ge suddenly turned around and knelt down; "Your Highness."

The city official turned around in surprise and saw Jun Mowen coming slowly.

Today, Jun Mowen actually came to this house in person to wait.

When he was surprised, the city official was even more curious about the identity of the woman in white, the woman who could make the prince personally wait outside the door, this is a special honor that even the noble lady of the capital dare not think of.

Standing in front of the door, Jun Mowen's face was calm, but his heart was faintly uneasy, feeling the sweat in his palms, he secretly laughed at himself, he didn't expect that he also had a time when he was worried about a woman.

Jun Mowen stood quietly in front of the house.

Seeing that the prince was standing like this, the rest of the people didn't dare to slack off, and waited behind Jun Mowen, hoping that the door would move.

But I don't want this stop to be several hours.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, Jun Mowen, who had not moved all this time, finally moved.

She...... Still not coming out.

He looked at the door fixedly, and said slowly; "Call all the soldiers over and find a way to smash the door open."

"This ......," the city official broke into a cold sweat when he heard this, and persuaded him hard; Your Highness..., there are people suffering from the plague, and if the door is opened again and the sick are allowed to come out, the plague may no longer be able to be controlled. ”

"The main hall is in charge of everything." Jun Mo raised his voice when he heard it, and an innate nobility made everyone surrender in their hearts.

Just when the city official hesitated, the courtyard door that had been closed slowly opened from the inside.

"The formation is gone." Fang Weng breathed a sigh of relief and said on the side.

Hearing Fang Weng's words, Jun Mowen suddenly turned to look at the open door, and he immediately stepped forward, unexpectedly meeting Si Jichen who walked out of the door.

A trace of doubt flashed in Si Jichen's cold eyes; "Third Highness?" Why is he here, all the people who have the plague are gathered here, how far away should everyone be hiding and how far away, what is Jun Mowen doing here?

Seeing the elegant figure again, the worry that had been pressed in his heart for a few days finally dissipated, and he didn't have time to think more about lifting Si Jichen's slender shoulders; "The girl is fine."

It seemed that Si Jichen didn't expect Jun Mowen to make such a move, she was stunned, immediately raised her hand and pushed him away, and took a step back to widen the distance between the two.

"The plague in Luocheng has been resolved, and from today onwards, there is no need to lock down the city again." Throwing down a sentence, Si Jichen raised his feet and walked out.

Jun Mowen didn't stop him and followed behind her.

Feeling the people behind her, Si Jichen lowered her eyes, the sun in Los Angeles today was much stronger than usual, she only felt dizzy, her steps were unsteady, and she stumbled.

Without waiting for her to react, she fell into a warm embrace. There was a blur in front of her, that kind of dizziness dared not decrease but increased, thinking about the dust and secretly saying that it was not good, she was really big this time, her consciousness gradually blurred, and she finally lost consciousness.

Fang Weng hurriedly stepped forward and probed the pulse of Si Jichen, secretly relieved; "Miss Si is just overworked, and it's fine."

Mo Ge also took a step forward and looked at the woman who was unconscious in Jun Mowen's arms; "Your Highness, the movement in the DPRK is not very stable, should we go back first now?"

Jun Mowen looked down at Si Jichen who was lying quietly in his arms, his pale and weak appearance couldn't help but make him tighten his arms, and his eyes sank; "Take her back to Beijing."