The heavy rain washed away overnight, and the sky cleared the next day, and the flowers and leaves on the roadside exuded the fragrance of the rain, refreshing people's hearts. The dew drops on the tips of the leaves reflected multicolored light in the sunlight, and suddenly the wind swept by, and the leaves shook, and the dew drops were suddenly carried down into the grass and disappeared.

A horse carried the two men at a gallop, stepping on the ground and splashing dirt everywhere.

Mei Xiaogui widened her eyes and admired the scenery on the side of the road, and then glanced at Mo Qinglan's straight back from time to time, feeling both apprehensive and moved.

I was worried that I would bring trouble to my benefactor, Mo Chen was so seriously injured, the person in front of him should stay in the palace, but he was in such a hurry to leave the palace. Something more serious must have happened, and I saw him in such a hurry.

Touched by the fact that although the benefactor of Gaizhi looked cold and difficult to get along with, he still agreed to take her out of the city with him, and planned to send her to the state of Chu.

When she came to the village where she had rested again, it was already afternoon, and Mei Xiaogui was already hungry. Mo Qinglan took her into the post station, and after eating something at random, he rode on the horse that the post had changed and hit the road again.

This journey went so smoothly, thanks to the gold medal that Mo Qinghan gave her, this token was placed in her room by Mo Qinghan Pai Cui'er last night, as if she knew that she would leave, and even knew that she would not say goodbye, so she specially prepared in advance.

Every time Mo Qinglan showed his gold medal, his heart would soften.

There was no word until the impasse was broken in the village that had been attacked.

Looking at the courtyard full of arrows and arrows, Mo Qinglan's heart was extremely heavy, she couldn't imagine how Mo Chen had to deal with the situation here with difficulty when she and Yan Li were killing the enemy in the backyard, and also protected Mei Xiaogui from any harm.

Mei Xiaogui seemed to touch the scene, and two lines of tears fell unconsciously. Although the body of the man in black has been cleaned up, there is still blood. She walked to the place where Ink Dust fell, slowly squatted down, and choked up:

"Brother Mochen is the best person I've ever seen except Brother Changqing."

Brother Changqing only felt a piercing tightness in Mo Qinglan's ears when she heard it, her eyes were cold, and her tone was detached and indifferent:

"So when you shouted his name that day, you thought of him."

Mei Xiaohui nodded, because she had her back to Mo Qinglan and was used to Mo Qinglan's consistent tone, so she didn't think much about it and replied:

"He is the crown prince of Ye Yang Kingdom, although his legs are disabled and he can't walk, he has the most precious pure heart in the world."

Pure heart? Hehe...... What a child's heart. Mo Qinglan sneered in her heart, laughing at herself for being stupid, because she used to think like Mei Xiaogui, but the truth was so cruel and ridiculous.

"He treated me like a sister, he liked to touch my head, and he never spoke loudly. That day, Brother Mochen also touched my head, and he sacrificed his life to protect me like that, I thought Brother Changqing was back, so he was so out of control. ”

As she spoke, Rose looked at Mo Qinglan, her tears flowed even more fiercely, and her misty eyes flashed with deep sadness and longing.

Mei Xiaozhuo's strange expression and such words made Mo Qinglan frown slightly, what is Changqing coming back? He didn't stay in the palace all the time, and he was enjoying himself comfortably and happily with Qin Anan and their children every day.

and Mo Chen's affection for Mei Xiaozhui is really confusing.

"Didn't the crown prince of Ye Yang Kingdom stay in the palace all the time? Don't you see him on weekdays? Mo Qinglan asked silently.

As if she had cried enough, Mei Xiaogui wiped her eyes and stood up, glanced at Mo Qinglan, and her tone was rare calm: "Yes, he has been there." ”

This sentence sounded like an answer to Mo Qinglan's words, and it seemed to have a deep meaning, which made Mo Qinglan's heart feel hazy.

Not wanting to dwell on these things anymore, Mo Qinglan turned around and went to the house, although it was impossible to find out something after a day and a night, but since she came, she always had to investigate, because she needed something to confirm the speculation in her heart.

Except for the tables and chairs that fell to the ground and the broken bowls, there was nothing strange on the surface. Mo Qinglan walked back and forth, recalling the scene in his mind.

The group and Mei Xiaogui were all attacked, and naturally ruled out the possibility of Ye Yangguo sending troops.

She remembered that she had eaten porridge and steamed buns that morning, and she, Yan Li, and Mo Chen each ate a bowl. The little monk said that he didn't like to drink porridge so he didn't drink it, and the village couple didn't drink porridge either. The little monk just fainted and didn't have diarrhea, obviously the xie medicine was in the porridge.

Yan Li was supposed to save Mochen and Mei Xiaozhui, but he may have heard the little monk's call and went to save him. Because the house was in the middle of the yard and the stable, Yan Li should have planned to save the little monk and then save Mochen, but he didn't expect to be delayed in the house.

So much so that when Mo Qinglan rushed over, he saw the scene of several swords in Mo Chen's body.

So the question is, their itinerary is so secretive that even the bounty hunters have not been able to trace them, who arranged these assassinations in a row?

"What is this?" Mo Qinglan's thoughts were interrupted by Mei Xiaogui's words, and when she turned to look over, she saw Mei Xiaogui standing in the corner holding something in her hand, swinging around and looking at it.

Mei Xiaogui saw Mo Qinglan look over, and walked over to hand over the things.

This is a piece of wood the size of a firewood box, the design is the same as the firewood box, Mo Qinglan gently pushed, only to see a small black moth-like thing lying inside, motionless with his eyes closed.

"Dead?" Mei Xiaogui poked her head over, wondered, and poked its wings with a finger as she spoke.

Before Mo Qinglan could say "don't move it", he saw that the thing seemed to have been touched, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be purple, and when he exhaled and opened his wings, a stream of gray-black smoke spread out between his wings.

At that time, Mo Qinglan held his breath, immediately pushed the box up and threw it out, and directly pushed Mei Xiaogui out of the range of smoke with his other hand.

Even so, some smoke still entered her body, and Mo Qinglan only felt that there seemed to be an icicle in her body, and a fire alternately shuttled through her body irregularly, paralyzing her nerves and stirring the withered ghost poison remaining in her body.

She was weak and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Mei Xiaogui on the side quickly ran over to help her.

"Are you alright? It's all my fault. Mei Xiaogui asked worriedly, anxious and guilty.

Mo Qinglan waved his hand with great effort, signaling that he was fine.

After about a cup of tea, Mo Qinglan's sour limbs slowly regained their strength, and then he breathed his inner breath and found that there was no other damage in his body except for the symptoms just now.

Mo Qinglan couldn't help but let out a sigh, his eyes were firmly fixed on the wooden box two meters away, and he fell into deep thought.

She never thought that she would revisit the old land, although no trace of the assassination was found, but God gave her such a big gift.