Tanglin 363, the Moguo Imperial Palace.

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A gorgeous and elegant palace, standing by the window is a man in a snow-white brocade dress, his temples are as black as ink, his eyes are as bright as stars, he is as handsome as a person in a painting, he is pale and sickly, he can't help coughing from time to time, one hand behind him, the other hand is propped up on the window eaves, a pair of empty and deep black eyes look out of the window, the dark and rich sky, dripping, a light rain in the sky, soon the raindrops become larger, evolve into a torrential rain, and his eyes shine with a trace of dark light, as if waiting, as if looking forward to.

"His Royal Highness the Prince."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a black shadow quickly fell at the man's feet, who knelt on his knees and hung his head respectfully.

The man's movements remained unchanged, his handsome face was expressionless, and he said indifferently: "Has Ling'er already set off?" But the father arranged for the black-clothed man to protect her? As the words fell, the white-skinned and thin fingers were deeply clasped on the eaves of the window, almost crushed.

When I thought of the dangers that were lurking on her way to Nanjing, I hated my ruined body more and more, and she couldn't do anything! But to let her carry her own mission and embark on that road of no return?

"Yes, in order to hide people's eyes, the emperor specially ordered a black-clothed escort." The man in black who was kneeling on the ground took out a piece of jade like a stone from his arms and raised his hands: "This is the princess ordered her subordinates to transfer it to His Royal Highness the Prince, and let His Highness not read it, she will come back safely." ”

Hearing this, the man turned around slightly, exuding a noble aura all over his body, stretched out his slender and white fingers, and dragged the jade in the palm of his hand, holding it tightly in the palm of his hand like a rare treasure, as if grasping a glimmer of hope, his chapped lips unconsciously raised a bitter smile.

"Seven years, will I still live to that time? Can we still wait for you to come back safely? And won't they embarrass you? Won't you find out who you are? What are you going to do with my brother?"

A sigh, a question, no one responded.

In the empty palace, only the heart-wrenching cough kept ringing, and the sad sigh.

On this day, the dark clouds were thick, the sky was drizzling, on the road to the border of Nanjing, a noble and gorgeous carriage was driving, followed by dozens of guards in black clothes, the man in silver armor in front of the carriage rode a black horse, the sword eyebrows were like knives, and he was soaked, but he looked ahead with clear eyes, leading the people behind him, step by step.

The carriage was spacious and gorgeous, with soft couches, tables, and chessboards. And the two people sitting on the chessboard, opposite the man in a jet-black robe, a face bewitching and like a crown of jade, eyebrows like a crescent moon, eyes like black jade, and a red mole in the lower corner of the eyebrows, charming and enchanting. A piece of ink hair is loose, a random sandalwood hosta is tied high, a strand of long hair on the chest slowly falls, the body leans on the edge of the soft couch, and the teacup is still in his hand, the bottom of his eyes is clear, the man is lying on the soft couch, his legs are long and overlapped together, looking at the chessboard in front of him lazily, holding the teacup in one hand, holding the white chess in the other, slowly falling into the chessboard, it seems that the winner or loser has been decided.

"Your Highness, the slave has lost again, hey." Looking at the chessboard, Tan Yuan grabbed her head with her hands, wanted to cry without tears, picked up the five cups of bitterness on the table and drank them all, stuck out her tongue after drinking, touched her bloated stomach and looked at the man complainingly: "The slave really can't drink it, if you drink it again, your stomach will be burst." ”

Twenty games of chess were played, and each game lost five pieces, and the loser had to drink five cups of bitterness.

The man looked at Tan Yuan's swollen little face evilly, and the corners of his mouth shallow hooked up a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and opened his mouth lightly; "Even if Bengong gives you another twenty sons, you will still lose, and if you want to seek revenge from Bengong, you still have to learn more." After that, he put the teacup on the table, leaned back on the soft couch, closed his eyes tiredly, and his long eyelashes flickered.

-Tan Yuan glanced at it, sighed heavily in her heart, and secretly cleaned up the chess pieces on the chessboard.

And lying on the soft couch on his side to rest is Mo Gongyin, who went to Nanjing as a proton, not only handsome, but also charming and charming.

Even though Tan Yuan was very careful to pack up the chessboard, he could clearly hear Mo Gongyin, who had profound internal strength, and rested with his eyes closed, but he couldn't sleep peacefully.

Outside, the rain never stopped, just like his heart, cold and resentful.

He has no choice for the next road, but he will never bow his head and accept his fate, and he is not a master who will accept his fate, and will rewrite it step by step.

Mo Gongyin's heart was a little complicated, and that sickly face always appeared in his mind, and his gentle and elegant smile touched his heart, for that person, no matter what he did, it was worth it.

It's just that the whole body gradually weakened due to the change of weather, and it may be that the latent dragon poison in the body began to attack.

In her thoughts, the carriage swayed, and with a bang, a blood-red arrow pierced through the body and shot straight at Mo Gongyin's head.

"Ahh Your Highness. ”

Tan Yuan next to her reacted, her face changed suddenly, and she shouted dumbly.

Hearing the wind and feeling the breath of danger, Mo Gongyin suddenly opened his eyes, held his breath, rolled his neat body to the side, and his backhand was like a sharp blade to break the arrows that came from him, and before he could catch his breath, he heard a hissing sound outside the car.

"Your Highness, I'm scared to death of the slave maid, but it's okay." Seeing that the danger was solved, Tan Yuan held her breath and came to her senses, grabbed the corner of Mo Gongyin's clothes and said worriedly: "Is it an assassin again?" ”

Mo Gongyin nodded quietly, lifted the curtain of the robe and walked out of the carriage, and what fell into his eyes was the entanglement and hissing of several white-clothed men and the black-clothed guards he brought, fighting, and not distinguishing the winner or loser for a while.

But seeing that the man in white is very familiar with the moves of the black-clothed man, he can see the moves, and he is approaching step by step.

The leader of the man in white was a woman, holding a spear in her hand, standing on a col in the distance, masked, looking at the people in the carriage with sharp eyes, and flying down from the col with a spear, straight at the black-robed man in the carriage.

Mo Gongyin's thick eyebrows were furrowed, standing on the carriage, his black brocade robe fluttering, his long black hair flying at will, and his body was like a hellish Shura. When she raised her eyes, she saw the white-clothed masked woman flying towards her, the corners of her lips couldn't help but hook a faint smile, her bloodthirsty black eyes instantly turned into blood-colored red eyes, her hand touched her waist, and in an instant, a red shining soft sword, with a loud bang, shook straight with her hand, mercilessly, and stabbed out coldly.

Clang...

A sword collided with a sword, sparks were sparked, the wind and clouds changed, neither of them spoke, they only exchanged hands in mid-air, the wind around them became a whirlwind, and the wind and rain flew wherever the air currents went, and Tan Yuan, who was sitting in the carriage below, was dumbfounded.

Mo Gongyin only attacked but could not defend, and the thin soft sword was made by him like a dragon and a phoenix, unstoppable, holding the sword in his right hand, and his left hand was not idle, but conjured thousands of palm prints, and swung towards the chest of the woman in white like a mountain and a sea.

After several rounds of fighting, the woman in white was not his opponent, and after receiving his palm, her body fell from mid-air. Mo Gongyin didn't give her a chance to escape, suddenly withdrew her palm, raised her sword and stabbed it in the chest of the woman in white, so fast that it was just a blink of an eye. The sword pierced the body of the woman in white fiercely, and the body swirled back and kicked the sword in her stomach, directly kicking the woman in white and hitting the opposite mountain wall.

Mo Gongyin didn't even look at it, and directly turned around and shuttled through the hissing and killing fight of the white-clothed people, while the black-clothed guards withdrew their swords, left the ground one after another, and stood in a row, with an indifferent face and a wait-and-see attitude. The white-clothed assassin saw that his leader was dead, cautiously stabilized his figure, clenched the sword in his hand and resisted Mo Gongyin, who had changed in an instant, and fought back.

"Ah.......h

I only heard a terrible sound, and the white-clothed killer fell down, and in the rain, blood and rain became one, and the ground was blood-red, which was extremely dazzling.

Mo Gong Yin is like being possessed by a demon, the sword in his hand is sharp and unpredictable, like a shadowless lightning, there is no gap between the sword and the sword, the lethality is extremely strong, and it slashes neatly and quickly through the throat of the white-clothed killer. The speed is as fast as lightning, dazzling to see, and the changes in action make it impossible to dismantle the moves, and can only see several white-clothed killers being wiped out without the power to fight back in the blink of an eye.

The white-clothed killers all fell in a pool of blood, and at this time, the world seemed to be frozen, standing still.

And on the flat ground below the valley, Mo Gongyin stood in the rain, holding a soft sword, his body was unstable, his face was covered with blood, and his porcelain-white cheeks were so red that they were so dazzling, like a ghost.

The whole body was chilling, the bloodthirsty red eyes slowly changed into black eyes, and the consciousness gradually recovered, and the whole body seemed to be evacuated. Sensing that something was wrong, he grabbed his chest, he breathed heavily, tried his best to calm his mind, and tried to stop all this, but the pain in his heart still spread in all directions, spreading, and spreading all over his body along the blood vessels.

Not only was my body aching, but my head was also hurting, and my head was swollen little by little, and I couldn't control it as if it was about to crack.

As if he was about to die....

Suddenly, it was dark in front of him, and his body fell forward unsteadily, falling into a cold and hard embrace.

Seeing that Mo Gongyin was faint, Tan Yuan hurriedly jumped over the body of the white-clothed killer with his cloak and walked to the guard holding Mo Gongyin, "Zhanshu, hurry up and go to the car with His Royal Highness, the poison in his body has attacked." ”

Zhan Shu, who was dressed in silver armor, nodded silently, strode towards the carriage, and after putting the unconscious Mo Gong Yinping in his arms on the soft couch, he knew the disparity in his identity, so he retreated, and looked at the corpses everywhere, his eyes were cold.

Raising his hand in the air, he commanded, "Go." ”

It seems that this assassination after assassination is no longer a threat to him.

Tan Yuan's eyes were red, and tears fell one by one, but she didn't forget to change the wet clothes for Mo Gongyin, and when she saw that his chest was wrapped tightly with a cloth belt, she quickly untied it, and suddenly that crisp chest was towering and straight. Tan Yuan just glanced at it lightly, couldn't help but speed up, scrubbed his cold body, and took the antidote to relief, Mo Gongyin's pale cheeks gradually became rosy.

And who knows, this unconsciousnessed and respectful His Highness is a beautiful woman.

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