When Mo Qinglan, who was dressed in black, arrived at the Chu State, it was already late at night, and she looked up at the guards on the city wall, her sharp eyes were cold and cold.

She paced slowly around the city wall, took out a blank piece of paper from her cuff by the bright moonlight, looked at the words on it, and stuffed it back again.

Soon, she found a hidden corner, took a deep breath, stepped on the wall, jumped up the wall in a few jumps, and disappeared.

On the side of the teahouse, about an hour after Chu Sheng left, the door was knocked again.

"Please come in." Behind the ink dust's hands, he still maintains the posture of looking at the painting.

The door was pushed open, and a rickety old man walked in, dressed in a navy blue shirt, turned around and closed the door, and then he leaned over respectfully to Mochen and said:

"Valley master, the little one is late."

"Uncle Xu, you've been in the palace for a long time and you've forgotten the rules of our Shadowless Valley." Mochen turned around and replied with a smile, with a hint of blame in his eyes.

When Xu Lao heard this, he straightened up slightly, found a stool and sat down by himself, and said happily: "We are all family members in the valley, no matter what position we are in, we all respect the elderly. Seeing that the valley lord doesn't need to salute, the valley lord still has to call me an old man. Alas, it's just that I've been in this palace for a long time, and I grovel to the knees, and I really miss the days in the valley. Oh, by the way, I got you what you wanted. ”

After Uncle Xu finished speaking, he took out a long ink-colored square box from his arms and placed it on the table.

"Uncle Xu, I know it's not easy for you to bring it out, and when this thing is handed over to Chu Sheng tomorrow, you won't be able to go back. Stay here today, the next door room is ready for you. When the matter is settled, we will go back together. Mo Chen did not open the box, but said to Xu Bowen gently.

"Huh, good. I didn't expect that I had looked at the treasury in Chu for most of my life, and I would have the opportunity to go back. It's just wonderful. When Uncle Xu heard that he could go back, his eyes were moist for a while, and he felt embarrassed again, so he quickly wiped his sleeve a few times.

"Uncle Xu, it's not early, go and rest." Ink dust said gently.

Uncle Xu got up in response, thought about it, and said, "Gu Master, there is something unclear below, please make it clear." ”

"Uncle Xu, please speak." Ink Dust replied.

"We in Shadowless Valley only use intelligence to support our families, and we never participate in the wars of various countries. But this time, you participated in the turmoil in the Chu Kingdom, was it for the Shadowless Valley? Xu Bo asked.

"It's for the world." Mochen smiled warmly.

Seeing this, Uncle Xu didn't say anything else, and left the room without mentioning it.

Mo Chen watched Uncle Xu leave, the door opened, and closed softly. He turned around slowly and continued to look at the ink-splashed landscape painting of Yunyuan Continent on the wall.

This painting is actually very rough, to condense the entire continent into one painting, it requires a highly skilled painter, and this painting only roughly depicts the general direction of each country, the route and direction.

In the quiet air, a low cough suddenly sounded, and then the sound became more and more intense, and the thin body even arched its waist in pain.

Mo Chen covered his mouth with his hand, desperately suppressed, his face was pale, but his brows were not wrinkled, and his eyes were just staring at the painting intently.

The coughing finally stopped, his hand left his lips, and his palm spread out, and a pool of dark brown blood lay in the palm of his hand.

At that moment, a lazy snort sounded behind him.

"I'm not dead yet, what are you anxious about."

Mo Chen turned around and looked coldly at the snow-white white hair all over his body, and the blue jewel eyes were staring greedily at the blood in his palms.

He sighed and put his hand under Bai Mao's mouth, and Bai Mao unceremoniously stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The soft and glutinous tongue in the palm of the palm licked it one by one, and the crisp ** numb went straight to the bottom of the heart, and the corners of Mo Chen's mouth couldn't help but smile slightly:

"You little thing, if you didn't come to ask for your life, how nice it would be."

When Bai Mao heard this, after licking the last bit of blood in his palm, he squinted his eyes like enjoyment, and waved his tail at Mochen, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Mochen shook his head, not paying much attention.

Although it was a summer night, the night in Chu was still a little cold, and Mo Chen half leaned on the bed and fell asleep vaguely. I felt something gently cover my body in the middle of the night. He felt lazy and wanted to open it to see, but his eyelids were really heavy, and he felt that his body was warm, and he fell asleep again.

The white hair nestled at the end of the bed pulled his eyes apart, and then went back to sleep.

The sky was bright, and the morning light was projected through the window lattice, extending to Mochen's face, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The plain curtains, the cyan quilt, and the sleeping white hair at the end of the bed slowly and clearly showed in his eyes.

He put his hand into the light, and the slender black shadow was cast on the quilt, and he felt the temperature on the back of his hand, and the smile on his lips was softly revealed.

"That's good." He muttered to himself, full of satisfaction.

"What's so good?" Another voice suddenly sounded next to him, and Mo Chen's hands trembled in fright.

At the table, a person was looking at him suspiciously, dressed in black with his hair tied up, his face was ordinary, and his apricot eyes were burning.

"Qinglan." Mo Chen looked at the face opposite that he had personally disguised, and was faintly surprised in his heart, but he disappeared and smiled softly: "Why are you here?" ”

"Dead Glass, they'll be here tomorrow, I'll come over to see the situation." Mo Qinglan Mumu responded.

"You're worried about me?" Mo Chen smiled, a smile on his slightly pale face.

Mo Qinglan ignored Mo Chen's words, picked up the teacup on the table casually and took a sip, then pointed to the square box on the table and said, "What is said here is true?" ”

The box had been opened, and there was a bright yellow silk silk cloth lying inside.

"That, Qinglan, you used my teacup." Mo Chen got up and sat opposite Mo Qinglan.

"Is that the point?" Mo Qinglan felt a little embarrassed in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, and his accent covered up the embarrassment.

"It's true. He'll come again tonight, and I'll give him this at his disposal. Mo Chen's jaw replied.

"When did White Fur come? I didn't see it together when you left. Mo Qinglan continued to ask, wanting to completely wash away the embarrassment just now.

Her words immediately made Bai Mao open his eyes, and he still looked flattering.

"It comes and goes, don't worry about it." Mochen smiled.

The white-haired lazily nested again, as if to express arrogance and dissatisfaction.

"Let's go, let's go out and have a look." Mo Qinglan didn't bother about this matter anymore, put down the teacup, and said.

Looking at the situation in Chu at the moment is the most important thing.

"Don't worry, you haven't slept all night, make up for sleep first. My teacup is for you, and my bed is yours too. Mochen smiled.

……

Mo Qinglan got up, kicked the door open, and walked out first.