As soon as he settled down at this moment, Mu Ci immediately used his mouth to suck out the poisonous blood on the shoulder of the blue lotus, and used his internal force to force out the toxin that was sealed around his wound when Yuwending pointed out the acupoint, and before it had time to spread, he took the hot water that Xiaolan had boiled, carefully cleaned the wound, smeared it with golden medicine, and put it on a bandage.

Chasing clouds and the others were also divided into two groups, one group of phantoms, phantom wings and phantoms, and one group of chasing clouds and one group of moon-chasing, which took turns to be responsible for the vigilance of the inner perimeter. Yu Wending himself held a long sword and stood outside Nangong Meng's camp all night.

Early in the morning, Blue Lotus woke up, her face was a little pale, looking at Mu Ci who was boiling red eyes on the side, and Nangong Meng, who was excited, she was a little choked up for a while. Xiaolan happily rushed out of the camp and told Yu Wending the news, Yu Wending smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Let the Blue Lotus ride with the county lord in the past two days", put away the long sword, and turned around to find his secret guard.

In the following days, the team suffered several more accidents. First, a group of black-clothed men were ambushed in the dense woods with steel knives, and after the team entered the woods, they suddenly pulled the tripping rope and rushed out when the horses fell and were frightened, but they were killed by Yu Wending and others in less than half an hour. It's a pity that none of these black-clothed people have any items on them to explain their identities, and Yu Wending's doubts in his heart are even worse.

That night, in Nangong Meng's tent, Yu Wending, Chaiyun, Mu Ci and others analyzed the events that happened along the way, but they never came to a clear conclusion.

"Who doesn't want the county lord to go to make peace so much, and he has repeatedly used such despicable means?" Mu Ci's intuition was that the poisoner should be targeting Nangong Meng, and the purpose was naturally to disrupt the marriage and put the moon to death. "Could it be that Jin Yaoguo's people did it?" She frowned, suggesting such a possibility.

"It's possible. But I think it's also possible that it's against you. Some people don't want the lord to successfully complete the task of escorting, for fear that the lord will be trusted and reused by the emperor in the future, threatening the status of some people in the court. "Chasing clouds has put forward another possibility.

"Could it be that these people are ignoring the survival of Yueli because of this?" Mu Ci was a little difficult to accept.

"Franchise artists tend to be more vicious. With only their own power and status in their eyes, where can they consider the interests of too many countries? In all dynasties, it is not surprising that all countries have rebellious ministers and thieves, who deal with each other inside and outside, and even betray the country to seek glory. Yu Wending said lightly.

"But master, you grew up in the Broken Intestine Cliff since you were a child, the mother concubine in the palace has passed away, and the court has no power of its own, isn't it too ridiculous for them to target you?" Mu Ci still couldn't figure it out. Before leaving two days ago, Yu Wending briefly explained his life experience to a few secret guards, and everyone knew that he was an unfavored prince.

"Maybe someone else is just planning ahead. After all, the biological mother of the third prince is the queen's mother, and she is the only person the emperor loves deeply. Although the third prince did not like the emperor when he was a child, he is now older, if he shows a stronger ability than other princes and can be recognized by the emperor, then he will undoubtedly become a big problem for some people. If the emperor does not appoint a prince for a day, the lives of the three princes will be in danger at any time. This is a fact that has been unavoidable for generations of royals. Nangong Meng also opened his mouth. She didn't care about her life and death for a long time, but she was worried that Yu Wending would become the target of the dark forces' exclusion and attack.

"I've never had a heart for this country, and I never thought about who I wanted to fight with for the world. But now it seems that the bronze is right, if I don't have this world in my hands, I can't protect anyone. Yu Wending sat there, his eyes lowered.

"One day, I'm going to overthrow the world! They forced me! When Yu Wending said this, his ten fingers clenched into fists, and his words were resolute. Everyone looked at him and always felt that he was a little different from before. The indisputable, quiet and tranquil Yu Wending, although he is as forbearant as ever, has also begun to faintly reveal a trace of the domineering spirit of the king.

The following day, when the party was crossing the mountain, someone had cut the rope to the suspension bridge on the other side of the mountain in advance, and wrapped some vines around it as a cover. Fortunately, Chasing Yun felt that these vines were unusually abrupt and strange, so he stopped the team that wanted to cross the bridge, and used light skills to go up to check, and saw through the conspiracy in time. The group of people picked countless vines, woven them into sturdy ropes, and repaired the suspension bridge before they could pass safely.

After the team walked out of the moon and left the country and entered the southern forest boundary, they found that Duanmu Qian had already arranged for the minister to wait here with a royal forest army. Strange to say, the journey was smooth sailing after that, and there was no more ambush. But the distance between Nangong Meng and Yuwending is getting farther and farther away.

When the team was still in the country and left the country, in order to relieve Nangong Meng's worries, Yuwending would go to talk to her every night, in order to avoid tongue-in-cheek, Xiaolan was naturally there. The two of them are now commensurate with the prince and the county lord, and their hearts are naturally sour, but in order not to make the other party worry and sad, they have to pretend to be peaceful.

Both of them knew in their hearts that since they had chosen responsibility, their children's love could only be put aside for the time being. The matter has come to this, even if the love is inseparable, we can only look forward to the reunion of him one day and continue the previous edge. Now, I can only restrain myself and suppress love and attachment in my heart all my life.

In the past, the two of them always had endless words together, but now, they are often relatively speechless, for fear that if one is not careful, he will reveal the emotions in his heart, and he is even more afraid that if he is not careful, he will not be able to control himself, and he will not be able to help but rush into each other's arms, and leave the so-called national responsibility together, leave everything, fly away, and hide in the rivers and lakes.

The two often sat there silently staring at each other, with deep affection in their eyes, forbearance expressions, and suppressed pain, even Xiaolan on the side couldn't bear to look at each other.

Later, the two stopped talking much, and used music to express their hearts. Either Yuwending stroked the piano for Nangong Meng, or Nangong Meng played the pipa, the sad melody, the sad music, every time I heard Mu Ci, Blue Lotus and others outside the tent with tears in their eyes.

Now that he has entered the territory of Nanlin, under the noses of Nanlin people, he needs to be extra cautious in what he says and does, and he must follow the rules in every word and deed, Yuwending and Nangong Meng naturally can't get so close anymore.

Nangong Meng became more and more silent, and the sedan chair was lifeless during the day, as if there was no one. When camping at night, Nangong Meng only flashed in front of people, and then walked into the tent, ignoring his voice and not seeing his people.

How many times, Yu Wending stopped her steps outside her tent, looking at the familiar figure with a sad look.