At this moment, two people stood on the opposite hill, watching everything that happened in the valley to the end. A man dressed in a glazed white brocade robe, with a jade bundle of hair, the ink hair on the back of his head hanging lightly, his cold face was not alarmed, and a pair of phoenix eyes as black as the night looked at the murderous Mo Gongyin in the rain below the valley from afar, slightly twisting his eyebrows, and his expression was complicated.

Suddenly, he said in a cold voice: "Jing Ling, are you sure that he is Mo Gongyin, the prince of the Mo Kingdom?" ”

Another person named Jing Ling, who was standing next to the man, had deep eyes and replied: "I don't know, this person in Moguo Mogong Yin is elusive, and not many people have seen his true face, but he seems to have been in poor health. ”

The man's phoenix eyes flashed slightly, and he sneered: "Not well? Can you also kill all the people who assassinated him along the way? I'd like to see if he will be so low-key when he arrives in Nanjing. ”

This person is the king of Nanjing City, and he is also the youngest emperor of today, Nancheng Xun.

Jing Ling looked up blankly at the indifferent Nancheng Xun beside him, and his face was puzzled: "Your Majesty, the minister is going to the border of the dynasty tomorrow, is the next thing to do is to send someone to inform Luo Xi to come back?" ”

"No, I have my own arrangements." The corners of Nancheng's lips hooked, his eyes wandered, he seemed to be smiling, and turned around and walked down the mountain.

Jing Ling let out a faint sigh, and when he raised his eyes to look at the mutilated and bloody corpse under the valley, he couldn't help sighing, and also turned around and left with Nancheng Xun's pace.

After a long time, Mo Gongyin vaguely heard Tan Yuan's delicate soft call.

She struggled to open her eyes, and the bottom of them was bright and clear. Tan Yuan knelt on the side, with a somewhat anxious look, which made her heart tremble, and she turned over and sat up suddenly, fortunately, her body finally recovered.

"Your Highness, I'm scared to death Tan Yuan, I just called you a few times, but you didn't wake up, how is your body? It's hard to love, isn't it? Every time I see you like this, the slave will be so worried that she is about to go crazy, when will such a day be a head. Who is so unkind to see His Highness, who has to assassinate again and again like this. ”

Mo Gongyin listened to her words, got up and sat firmly, saw that his clothes had changed, and the abnormality on his chest had been dealt with, so he opened the curtain of the car and looked outside, the rain had not stopped. Turning his head to look at Tan Yuan, the corners of his lips tugged, and he smiled indifferently; "Silly girl, Bengu just overslept? Worrying about it, it's already in Nanjing, and this assassination should be over. What, there are other cases? Seeing her so anxious, she couldn't help frowning.

Tan Yuan saw that Mo Gongyin was fine, and her heart palpitated, and told her the situation; "Just Zhanshu came to report, saying that he was about to enter the city of Nanjing, and Uncle Qinghuang of Nanjing came to greet him in person."

Uncle Qinghuang, Nanjing Nanwuqing?

Hearing this name, Mo Gongyin pursed his lips, his eyes flashed, and there was a strong killing intent hidden in his eyes.

Anyway, this is a fate that cannot be escaped, this time to Nanjing is to be a proton, and to be held hostage for seven years, seven years can change many people and many things.

"Hmph, no matter who picks it up, this palace doesn't bother it."

Tan Yuan listened, laughed dryly, and straightened the corners of her clothes, "Your Highness is wise and martial, handsome and extraordinary, and there are a few people in the world who can compare with Your Highness." Even the Emperor of Nanjing, who is wiser than His Royal Highness, is far from the same. ”

Mo Gongyin raised her eyebrows, what is this girl talking nonsense?

The Nanjing Emperor is a myth.

How can we talk and compare at will? At least in her eyes, the Nanjing Emperor is a great figure, not only has the title of invincible god of war, but also becomes the emperor of a country, but he wants to reuse the only imperial uncle Nan Wuqing. After ascending the throne and waging war against Mexico for three months, she won the war, otherwise what kind of proton would she be here? Speaking of him, she wanted to meet him for a while, and she also wanted to ask, why did she have to ask that person to be a proton?

After muttering for a long time, Mo Gongyin raised his hand and knocked Tan Yuan's head; "Dead girl, don't talk nonsense. This is not the Mo Palace Country, the main palace in Nanjing is just a proton, and there is no right at all, you had better keep your mouth shut and don't get into trouble, otherwise the palace won't be able to save you. ”

Tan Yuan held her head and stuck out her tongue, "I know, the slave doesn't dare to talk nonsense." ”

Tanglin is divided into four countries and two races, namely the Nanjing Kingdom, the Chao Kingdom, the Northern Kingdom, the Mo Kingdom, the Dragon Clan, and the Holy Religion. The most prosperous city is the city of Nanjing, because it is relatively wealthy in the south, the country is located in the desert area in the west, the north country is located in the north and the country is covered with winter snow all year round, and the country of Mexico is located on an island island.

The carriage stopped, and a thick, powerful voice rang out outside the carriage; "Your Highness, the country of Nanjing has arrived."

It was still raining outside, and Zhan Shu stood on the edge of the carriage in armor, and dozens of black-clothed guards stood quietly behind him.

Mo Gongyin walked out of the car, stood on top of the carriage, looked down at the front, Tan Yuan held an umbrella and held it above Mo Gongyin's head.

In front, a carriage with eight horses drove over without hurry, stopped less than two meters away, the silver body carved with simple gold patterns, solemn and elegant, the car was very wide, almost the entire street was occupied, and the car was surrounded by dense guards, there were people with oil umbrellas on both sides of the road, showing their curious heads, talking about something.

The atmosphere was a bit heavy.

Mo Gongyin jumped out of the car, his handsome and bewitching face indifferent and calm.

Very good, as soon as she entered the city, the people of Nanjing gave her a dismount.

She wanted to see when Nan Wuqing would get down from the carriage in front of her.

The rain was ticking and ticking, Mo Gongyin had Tan Yuan holding an umbrella, and her clothes were not wet at all, but they were eroded by the rain for a long time, and the dragon poison in her body would soon be affected, making her drowsy.

Just when he thought that the world was about to stand still, the silver carriage curtain was lifted from the inside, and a person walked out, a bloodthirsty and arrogant handsome face was exposed in front of the person, a purple robe showed the domineering and ruthlessness of this person, the sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the sideburns, the eyes were sharp and cold, as sharp as a blade, the black hair was tied under the golden crown, and there was a sneer hanging on the corner of the mouth, but there was a thick exploration hidden in the bottom of the eyes.

looked deeply at Mo Gongyin's body, feeling the blazing eyes, Mo Gongyin's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, his pale cheeks revealed morbidity, and his sexy lips looked at Nan Wuqing with a smile.

When their eyes met each other, the strong internal forces were like sharp arrows, fighting each other and fighting fiercely.

Mo Gongyin also turned his internal force into a steel shield without showing weakness, guarding against Nan Wuqing's attack.

And others, except for the guards with strong martial arts, can feel the strong internal struggle, but the people are stupid, what is going on? Looking at the two handsome and extraordinary men, looking at each other, I feel that this atmosphere is a little embarrassing, could it be that the two of them are secretly sending off Qiu Bo?

Time, like a sudden stop.

Mo Gongyin suffered from the dragon poison, his internal force weakened, and he was injured by Nan Wuqing's internal force, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, and finally stabilized his body, and the fishy smell in his throat jumped straight into his mouth.

Tan Yuan felt that something was wrong, but fortunately she stabilized her in time and asked softly; "Your Highness? You okay! ”

And Zhan Shu, who was standing on the side, twisted his thick eyebrows, took two steps forward and stood in front of Mo Gongyin, and said coldly; "Is this the hospitality of Nanjing?"

Seeing that his master was injured, Zhan Shu glared at Nan Wuqing angrily for a while, if it wasn't for the situation, he really wanted to kill and break the head of the arrogant man, seeing that he was still so arrogant.

Mo Gongyin forcibly suppressed the blood in his throat, his thick eyebrows stretched, his smile was enchanting, and his voice was beautiful and mellow; "Zhanshu, step aside."

Zhan Shu hesitated, but still obeyed the order and retreated behind her.

Nan Wuqing stepped out of the car and walked in front of Mo Gongyin, his expression arrogant and cold-blooded.

"I heard that Prince Yin is frail and sickly, but when I see it today, it's true."

That being said, Mo Gongyin just pulled out a smile indifferently; "The rumors are not credible."

Nan Wuqing snorted coldly; "Prince Yin, when you arrive in Nanjing, it is not as simple as your Moguo country, and everything is simple, the prince won't mind, right?"

Mo Gongyin's voice is neither humble nor arrogant; "This palace is just a proton, everything is arranged by King Qing, and this palace is safe when you encounter it."

She's a person who doesn't like to talk too much, and she doesn't like to talk to people who hate to be pretentious.

The most important thing is that she has suffered internal injuries and has no strength to fight him anymore.

Nan Youqing stared at the person in front of him with burning eyes, listening to his tone with a hint of sarcasm, he couldn't help but stare at him coldly, as if he was about to see him through.

"The saint has ordered the king to arrange a palace for the prince of Yin, and after half a month of fatigue and travel, seeing that the prince of Yin's face is pale, the king will arrange for the imperial doctor to prescribe some tonic medicine for the prince to recuperate."

"No, this palace is an old problem, it can't be cured for a long time, and I have long lost any hope." Mo Gongyin said lightly, as if the sick person was not her.