The matter of the pergola has been left behind by Lan Junyao, the mountain road is difficult to walk, she originally thought that it was to take a shortcut to save some time, but she didn't want it to be far more rugged than Lan Junyao's estimate, and some places even only allowed one person to pass, and she couldn't abandon the horse under her, so she had to find another way. Going around in circles like this, it's better to go on the official road quickly.

If someone familiar saw Lan Junyao at this moment, they would definitely not recognize her. The gray clothes have long been unable to see the original color, the long hair is pulled up high on the top of the head, the cheekbones are a little protruding, the eye sockets are sunken, and the originally clear eyes have long lost their brilliance and look a little dull.

She lived a primitive life for a few days, and when she was hungry, she looked for some wild fruits to eat nearby, and drank Coke on the gurgling water, and at night she took the heaven and earth as a quilt, and gathered some dry wood to surround the tree where she lived, and the horses were in this simple protective circle.

It was in the war-torn era, the war had not spread to the Western Continent, and the people here seemed peaceful, but the defense of the Western Continent was also secretly strengthened, and there were many soldiers at the city gates, who had to check before they were allowed to go.

Recently, the prince of the Western Continent issued an edict asking them to temporarily enter the city to join relatives or rent inns for the safety of the people. Not only are there guards against picky eaters, but also because there are many fierce animals in the mountains, many hunters have been poisoned by them.

Lan Junyao didn't know this, she was just strange, all the way, except for the herbal tea shed, there were no more people. Fortunately, there are still houses in the mountains that the hunters had repaired, and they can temporarily hide in them in case of rainy days.

Counting the days, even if it is delayed in this mountain, it should be close to the boundary of the Western Continent Empire at this time. On this day, Lan Junyao took out the clothes that she had temporarily "borrowed" from the house she lived in the day before yesterday, and when she saw the stream, she was overjoyed, and looked around to see if there was anyone, so she tied the horse under the umbrella shed-like tree, and stripped off her clothes in three or two times, and a carp jumped into the stream.

Little by little, she washed every corner of her body, her long hair wet on her chest, and she was as wanton as a swimming fish, perhaps indulgent in her last moments. The stream will reach two inches below the collarbone.

Her body was generally hidden in the water, and the stream fell from her shoulders to the deep ravine in front of her, not a drop of it was broken, and occasionally a fine piece of sunlight sprinkled on the water, looking at the exposed ice muscles, people couldn't help but want to take a bite.

Lan Junyao froze for a moment, and her whole body hid in the stream, and when she rose again, the water surface had already risen into waves. When the stream was calm, there was no trace of Lan Junyao in the water. Her movements were fast, and in the blink of an eye, the clothes placed by the stream were already wrapped around her, and her eyebrows were full of coldness, and the dagger flipped in her hand, stabbing straight at the horses beside her, making people a little inexplicable.

"Get out!" said she pressed one hand on the horse's back, and one fell upside down, stabbing into the grass where the horse was gnawing happily. One by one, long swords stretched out in the grass that was halfway through the waist, but it blocked the castration of the dagger in Lan Junyao's hand, and it was only a block. In the next moment, the arm-length sword was cut in half, and the man who had been leaning against the tree appeared from the grass.

Seeing her face clearly, Lan Junyao hurriedly withdrew, but this offensive carried her anger away, how could it be so easy to take it back. She forced her attack to the side, and the dagger grazed the man's shoulder blade and stabbed into the tree where he was tethered to his horse, and struck halfway in.

"Bi Chun can you get it?" Lan Junyao raised her eyebrows, looking at Mo Shi, who was also haggard.

Mo Shi spread out his hand, and a turquoise bamboo was lying quietly in the palm of his hand. Lan Junyao's face was overjoyed, and she reached out to take the Bichun, but Mo Shi shook his palm again and retracted his hand.

"What do you mean?" Lan Junyao wrapped her clothes tightly, and her beautiful curves were exposed, but she didn't know it.

"The meaning of the master. The broken sword in Mo Shi's hand had already been thrown aside by him, as if he was saying a tongue twister, but he reached into his arms and handed Lan Junyao a secret letter with body temperature, and after doing all this, he turned his head away.

The outer shirt had already been soaked with water on her body, and there was not much sunlight in the forest, and when the cold wind blew, Lan Junyao shivered, looked down at the clothes draped on her body in a hurry, and couldn't help but be angry. She glanced at Mo Shiyi, ashamed and angry, and her cheeks immediately rose red.

She picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, put them on with eleven pieces of ink on her back, and then opened the secret letter in her hand. Only after a few glances was shocked in his heart, and he came to Mo Shi with the secret letter in his hand, "What evidence is there?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who stayed in Xilu is just a dog under Lu Zhirun, and the appearance of the master has been fully learned. The Eighth Emperor had already fought with him, and he told me to pass on a message to his master, 'If you want to get the West Phoenix Claw and another Bichun, don't be distracted.' Mo eleven word by word, telling her the words explained by the master word for word.

His hair was not wrigged, and he had only stood for a while, and his feet were already wet. Lan Junyao didn't say anything, she stared straight at Mo Shi, trying to see something on his face, but to no avail, only the blue and black circles under her eyes and the new cyan stubble on her chin.

"I'll go with you. Lan Junyao turned over and got on his horse, and then didn't look at the Western Continent Empire that was close in front of him.

Mo Shi "whistled" in his mouth, and the horse that stopped not far away spread its hooves and ran towards him. Without saying a word, he slammed the horse's belly with his feet, slapped the horse's buttocks hard, and led the way out.

Lan Junyao's dagger had been put away, and she put on a rough horse whip in her hand, and whipped it the horse, the horse was in pain, and chased after Mo Shi, she clenched her silver teeth, and her eyes flashed.

Since beating her mother's poisonous hair, she even took her to resent Ling Qixuan for three points, resenting him for why he didn't stop the emperor from poisoning his mother, and resenting why he didn't tell her in advance when he knew about Lu Zhirun's conspiracy. She knew that this should not be implicated, even if his son was not good with the emperor. She couldn't control herself, and half of the emperor's blood was in his body.

The long hair was dried by the wind, and the waist-length inky hair rose behind him, and the stubborn people drove the horses wantonly on the official road, blinding people's eyes. Since leaving the mountain road, Mo Shi has not looked back at her again, and only recognizes her existence by the sound of horses' hooves "stomping".

In this way, the horse on Lan Junyao's body finally stopped running at dusk on the second day, the horse's front hooves bent suddenly, and Lan Junyao on the horse fell forward, she hurriedly sent the reins in her hand, and the color of displeasure lingered on her eyebrows, disturbing this scenery.

The horse began to pour out his breath, and the sound of "smack" was very loud, Lan Junyao leaned down, pressed her fingers a little on the horse's mane, and the furrow on her brow became deeper and deeper. She pressed lightly on the horse's front hooves, and a sigh escaped from her mouth, and the horse, which had been with her since Dongling had been with her, finally died of fatigue.

Not far away, Mo Shi grabbed the reins and drove the horse back the moment he heard the movement behind him, he walked in front of Lan Junyao, stretched out his left hand to her, and said, "Get on the horse." ”

There was only some dry food on the horse's back that she had brought from Orion's residence, she pulled out a small burden from the horse, pulled Mo Shi's hand and jumped over, rode with him, and fell with a soft clatter, Mo Shi pulled the reins in his hand, and the two rode towards the junction of Dongling and Nanshuang.

On the border of Dongling, in a big tent, Ling Qixuan and Frost Xiujing sat in front of the sand table, but the vivid sand table was the whole picture of the shrunken Nanshuang Kingdom, which was full of small blue and red flags. It's just that the two of them are not here at the moment, they are waiting for the woman who is about to arrive.

The common enemy over the past few days has dissipated the hostile magnetic field of these two old enemies, but the relationship has not improved much. It's probably just that they didn't see a crackling lightning flow between each other, and it was the first time that the two of them were alone as calm as they were today.

"You shouldn't have let her come here. Shuang Xiujing glanced lightly at Ling Qixuan, who was holding a book, and his tone was full of reproach, like a wolf protecting the territory.

"Since Lu Zhirun has made up her mind to use Bi Chun to lead her over, do you think it is better to let her come to the door to safety by herself, or let us take care of her?" Ling Qixuan asked, with a hint of sneer.

Frost Xiujing's good-looking eyebrows and eyes were twisted together, and he didn't know what to say to refute the man opposite for a while. The treasure he carefully guarded was still snooped on by others, and he glanced at the person opposite with ice in his eyes, and it was because of this person that they all had to protect that today's cooperation was achieved.

Shuang Xiujing couldn't imagine that he had only been away from Gyeonggi for a few days, and such a change had occurred. Mo Shilai reported the time, Ling Qixuan did not hide from him, and the life of the lady in the prime minister's mansion, who always had a soft smile on her face and was very satisfied with him, became now she could only rely on the silver needle to seal the acupoint and wait for the hope that there was no fixed number, which was really unbearable.

He remembered that in Moyun Valley, when Mrs. Lan was mentioned, the little girl always had a satisfied expression, like a fairy child holding a big carp on a New Year's painting. So, he was wondering what kind of woman was making her look in the direction of Dongling every time, and the sadness in her eyes was incomprehensible.

As the days went by, he grew up with her day by day, and the time when she left was getting closer and closer, and he was sometimes a little excited. Not only to be able to leave this Moyun Valley, where there are only three masters and apprentices, but also because she is about to see Mrs. Lan, who is about to see the little girl who is reading in her mouth, is she like her mother, with a pair of smiling eyes, and her eyebrows are faint and soft. The Confucian fragrance on the body, warm with the arms of the mother, can make people feel at ease.