Murong looked at the Ye family, nodded and stretched out his hand to Xiao Wei: "You come with me."

Xiao Wei lowered her eyebrows and followed behind Murong, and the two walked out together, leaving only the Ye family and the Wan family's mother in the hall.

"Mother-in-law, why are you here today?"

Ye Shi raised his eyes and looked over: "I just came to see Rong'er today, and there is nothing else."

"That's what I want to deviate, I should have come to beg for my daughter again."

The mother of the Wan family raised her hand and took the teacup on the side, gently brought it to her mouth, her red lips opened slightly, and she took a sip.

Xiaowei and Murong moved to the backyard, and Murong grabbed Xiaowei's arm and asked, "Did Mother order the matter to come down?"

"Yes, Madame asked me to find Sister Xiaomi."

A trace of doubt flashed in Murong's eyes: "Xiaomi? Why did you come to Wanfu to find her? ”

"Madame said Sister Xiaomi, in Wanfu."

"In Wanfu?"

"Yes."

Xiao Wei looked at Murong, her two eyes kept looking around, Murong looked at the empty backyard, and took Xiao Wei to the house where the people lived.

"I have never seen outsiders come in the past few days, if it weren't for my mother, I wouldn't know that Xiaomi is in Wanfu."

"Where is Miss taking me?"

"I'll take you to the side where the people live first, and I can't think of where else to find it for a while."

Xiao Wei lowered her eyes and looked at the ground, it didn't matter, she vaguely saw a few traces of slight redness on the ground.

"Miss, look at the red underground."

Murong followed Xiaowei's line of sight, squatted down to look at the marks on the ground, and reached out to touch it tremblingly.

"Little ...... Xiaowei...... It can't be blood, right? ”

Xiao Wei looked at the sticky red on the tips of Murong's fingers, and only felt that her eyelids jumped suddenly, as if the smell of blood had rushed into her nose.

"Young lady, what are you doing here?"

Someone stood in front of the two of them with a knife, and there was blood falling down drop by drop, and there was another bright red blood stain on the ground, and Murong raised his eyes in panic.

"You...... You are ......."

"Young lady, the master mother ordered us to kill the chickens, it's almost noon."

The person in front of him said honestly, Xiao Wei helped Murong to stand up, looking at the person with the knife in front of him, the hearts of the two of them were pounding.

Murong patted his chest and asked, "Then you don't kill chickens, what are you doing here?"

"I ......"

The man raised the knife in his hand violently, and Xiao Wei and Murong let out a scream, and took a few steps back in a chaotic manner, wanting to turn around and leave the backyard.

"No, young lady! I...... I hear movement over there......"

Hearing this, Xiao Wei turned her head and looked over, only to see that the man pointed at a house with a knife, and Murong was holding on to the wall with one hand while also looking back.

"Brother Wan, what are you doing with such a big fire?"

In the study, Lin Zhi looked at the pile of debris on the ground, shook his head and sighed.

"The people I sent out have been looking for so long, and they can't even find a piece of a little girl!"

"This matter has to be done by Xiaomi, and she can find those two people."

Wan Guogong subconsciously looked at the bookshelf, waved his hand and said: "Xiaomi's injury has not healed, and the poison on the hidden weapon is also unheard of by us, but I am afraid that I will not be able to go out again."

Lin Zhi's expression was complicated, and there was a faint unwillingness on his face: "Maybe it's time for the prince to make a move."

"Rashly alarming the prince, will it make the prince think that we are useless?"

"Probably not, the prince is not such a narrow-minded person, not to mention that we are the ones who do things for him."

Wan Guogong had no choice but to follow Lin Zhi's suggestion and ask the prince to take action in advance to win the antidote to the mist ring for Xiaomi, only Xiaomi could let them find Yun Xi and Yun Ying'er.

The white carrier pigeon flew out of the window, and as soon as Murong and Xiaowei walked not far from the study, they heard the sound of fluttering wings overhead.

"Miss, how can there be pigeons?"

Wan Guocheng was about to sit down to deal with official business, but was led by Xiaowei's voice again, and gently pushed open the window to look out.

"Brother Wan, who are the two people outside?"

Lin Zhi didn't know when he also came over, and a pair of sharp eyes stared straight at the two Murong people in the courtyard, and there was a hint of murderous intent hidden under a closer look.

"One is the inner man of the dog, and the other has never been seen in Wanfu."

"Will they be detrimental to our plans?"

"I don't think so, it's just two ignorant young people, don't take it to heart."

Murong turned to look at the house in front of him, and couldn't make up his mind for a while, this room was the master's study, how could she, how dare she enter it easily.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"This is the master's study, and you can't enter it without the master's consent."

"Yes...... What Madame commanded......"

Xiaowei looked at Murong with a tangled face, she didn't do a good job of buying red date cakes, and she couldn't do what her wife explained this time, so she didn't have the face to go back to see her wife.

Murong looked at the study, turned around and said to Xiaowei: "Why is Xiaomi here under the master, I think the cook heard it wrong, let's go back first."

"But the cook said he heard the cry, and it was here."

Looking at Xiaowei with a simple face, Murong's face was full of clouds for a moment: "What? Could it be that now you have become the master? ”

"I didn't ...... No...... I just want to do what Madame tells me to do. ”

Xiao Wei lowered her eyes and bit her lower lip, the tears in her eyes were rolling, she didn't dare to disobey Murong, but she wanted to find Xiaomi, so that Madame could praise her.

Murong's tone was full of impatience: "Then what else is there to rub in?" Why don't you come back to the hall with me? ”

"Yes......"

Xiaomi in the dark passage listened to the conversation between the two above, and there was a strange look on her pale face, in fact, Murong and Xiaowei were standing on top of Xiaomi.

Lin Zhi walked down from the study, and Xiaomi, who was lying on the bed, heard the sound and forced himself to sit up, but the injury on his arm was too serious, and he couldn't support it and fell down.

"If you want to save your arm, just stay here in peace and don't move, Wan Guogong and I are trying to find a way to detoxify you."

Xiaomi turned her head with difficulty, a pair of bright eyes appeared brighter in the dark passage, she knew that those hidden weapons were poisonous, but the situation at that time did not allow her to think too much, so she could only take this secret weapon alive.

"Senior Lin, what kind of poison is used on this secret weapon? Why can't I feel the internal force in my body? ”

"The fog ring is a kind of poison in the Southern Barbarians, and this poison can only be solved by the person who poisoned it."

When Xiaomi heard what Lin Zhi said, she struggled to get up again: "Senior Lin, now only I can find the residence of Yun Xi and let me go out."

Lin Zhi walked to Xiaomi's side and gently pushed her, and Xiaomi fell on the bed again without the slightest resistance.

"Xiaomi, what do you think you can do when you go out with the way you are now? It's nothing more than going to die! ”

"Senpai!"

"Don't think about it, I will find a way to detoxify, you can recuperate with peace of mind, Wan Guogong still needs you to do things for him."

Xiaomi covered her arm, which was still aching, her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, her expression was hesitant, and finally she nodded.

"Yes, Xiaomi is at the mercy of the Lord."

In the capital, in a luxurious mansion, a man grabbed the pigeon that flew over and reached out to untie the small bamboo tube on its leg.

"Lord Wang, Lin Zhi has sent news from Jincheng."

"Okay, bring it now."

"Yes."

The attendants in the prince's mansion lifted the curtain and walked inside, all the while keeping their heads down, not daring to raise their eyes to look at the people who had collapsed.

The eighth prince, the most handsome man in the capital. It's just that in the past few years, the suffering of illness has become more and more weak, and the brocade clothes that originally fit also seem empty, and the face is sickly pale, and the lips are more and more red.

He is such a proud person, like a swan in a desperate situation, arrogant even death cannot bring his handsomeness, and his eyes are no longer so sharp, leaving a little lazy, but just as moving.

Pitch-black eyes are affectionate and indifferent, with a high nose bridge, a blue brocade robe, a white folding fan in his hand, a golden belt around his waist, a pair of black boots on his legs, and a dark green jade the size of an egg on his belt.

The whole person is gentle and elegant, even if he is sick, he exudes a charming kingly atmosphere, which makes people dare not look at his face.

The prince stretched out his knobby fingers and took the small bamboo tube sent by the attendant, revealing a touch of carelessness on his pale face without a trace of blood.

"Go down."

The prince's voice was cold and low, and the attendant's head hung lower.

"Yes."

Even if he has been by the prince's side for a long time, he can't help but tremble every time he hears the prince's voice, as long as the eighth prince speaks, the whole room seems to be filled with coldness.

"Southern Barbarians? Seems interesting. ”

He put down the paper in his hand, revealing a pair of narrow and shrewd eyes like a fox, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his white hand reached out and picked up the decoction on the table.

Frowning and drinking a bowl of black pottion, with a drop of black medicinal juice hanging on the corner of his mouth, the eighth prince took out a handkerchief and wiped it clean, and put a candied fruit in his mouth.

"This medicine is really more bitter every time."

As he spoke, he sat up from the bed, his black boots slowly stepped on the ground, and the maid outside the door heard the voice and entered the door unhurriedly.

"Lord Wang, we are here to serve you."

"I'm going to go out for a walk today, and I'm going to get my wagon and clothes and a hand warmer."

"Yes."

The maids scattered separately, some went out to prepare the carriage, some were busy getting clothes, and some were preparing hand warmers, and the eighth prince only stood there with a long body, which made many maids secretly blush.

"Xiangqin, you go out with me today."

The woman who was called by the eighth prince smiled slightly: "Yes, Xiangqin will go and prepare."

"Go ahead."

Several maids in the room looked at Xiangqin's back with envious eyes, and the movements of their subordinates also stopped, and their eyes couldn't help but quietly look at the prince.

"See what I do, keep working."

"Yes."

The eighth prince glanced at the people in the room, walked out, and the maid who was wiping the table saw that the eighth prince was going out, and stopped him by walking a few steps.

"Lord Wang, it's cold outside, you should wait for Sister Xiangqin inside."

The prince looked down at the maid who stopped in front of him, and his thin lips opened lightly: "What's your name?"

"Back to the prince, the slave was bought from outside by the housekeeper, and her name is Mingli."

"Mingli, that's a good name."

"Thank you for your compliment."

Two blush flew on Mingli's face, a shallow smile hooked up at the corner of her mouth, and she felt the warm snort spraying from the top of her head, and Mingli's heartbeat became faster and faster.

"Butler!"

"What does the prince command?"

The housekeeper who had been guarding the door heard the voice of the eighth prince, and entered the house in a panic, standing in front of the prince with his head down.

"Throw this woman out of here!"

The prince took a step back and stretched out his hand to point at Mingli in front of him, Mingli was still immersed in the joy of the prince talking to himself, and suddenly heard this sentence.

Mingli stood in place, and the prince's words were like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, hitting Mingli's head hard.

"Wang ...... Rajah? Why did you throw the slaves out? ”

"I don't know the depths of something! Throw it out! ”