Meishuang shrugged, "My name is Meishuang, but now is not the time to talk about this, if we can meet again in the future, I will tell you again that the sky is going to dawn, and it will be too late if you don't leave."

Kurang Miyoko took a deep look at Meishuang, and suddenly her body moved, and the person had already drifted into the distance, and soon disappeared into the mountain recess

Mei Shuang watched the delicate figure disappear into the moonlight from afar, and couldn't help but feel heavy.

Looking up at the full moon in the sky, she sighed deeply, and silently thought in her heart, God, God, it was definitely not me who deliberately leaked the secret of heaven, it really moved the perseverance of Miyoko Kurang. So—please forgive me.

When Meishuang returned to the wine table with heavy steps, Nangong Nuo had already woken up, sitting at the stone table and staring at the returning Meishuang quietly, with no signs of drunkenness in his eyes.

"I didn't expect Miss Shuang's alcohol to overshadow this king, how about another drink?" He said lightly.

Mei Shuang didn't seem to hear it, and there was no surprise when she saw Nangong Nuo say this. Walked to the boulder, sat down gently, clasped his hands on his knees, and was silent for a while before he whispered, "Just now, it was me who let Miyoko Kurang go"

Nangong Nuo's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his dark eyes stared at Mei Shuang, who was a little depressed, and did not make a sound.

Throughout the night, Meishuang's diligent toast made him suspicious, the so-called nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief. Although it is a little inappropriate to use Mei Shuang in this statement, Mei Shuang's approach is too obvious.

I thought she would get drunk and take the opportunity to go to the top of the mountain to find Chu Xiruo, but I didn't expect her to let go of Miyoko Kurang.

Of course, he woke up when Meishuang left, how could a few glasses of wine make him not wake up? He poured most of the wine outside under the cover of his wide sleeves. It's a pity, how can Meishuang see his quick moves?

He listened to Mei Shuang's style and the conversation with Miyoko Kurang word for word, and he was horrified in his heart.

If he said that he had doubted that Meishuang had long been the same person and different people, now he really believed it.

To put it mildly, even though Meishuang wrote well and read some books before, she definitely didn't have such ability.

- Predicting the future, is this the ability of idle mortals?

What's more, this plum frost who doesn't leave home actually understands the Donglai language, which proves that this plum frost is hidden deeply, and it is definitely a fake. No wonder she didn't know this in the cold palace, and she didn't know that, not a single qiē was not her loss of memory.

Thinking of this, when I looked at the plum cream in front of me again, I felt a little more unfamiliar.

Moreover, he was even more convinced that what he was looking at was just a strange woman with the same appearance and name as Meishuang.

Hearing that he let go of Miyoko Kurang, Nangong Nuo was not surprised, nor was he angry. Mei Shuang retracted her thoughts and raised her eyes to look at the thoughtful Nangong Nuo, "You know everything?" ”

"If you get drunk after being persuaded by someone, this king doesn't know how many times he has been assassinated" Nangong Nuo poured himself a glass of wine and said lightly.

Meishuang lowered her head, "It's my sin to let go of the Qin criminal, what are you going to do with it?" ”

Nangong Nuo stopped at the edge of his mouth when he heard this, angry and funny, "Since you know that you are guilty, you still ask me what I have done?" If the Qin prisoner runs away, you can replace the Qin prisoner and go back to the capital to listen to Xiao Luo's disposal."

Seeing that Mei Shuang was silent, Nangong Nuo put the wine glass in his hand on the stone table, "Miss Shuang, you can't be so naïve, right?" You are the person Xiao Luo doesn't want to see the most, and now you let go of the prisoner he wants to try, just to deal with your truth for her, how many heads do you have to cut off for him? ”

Meishuang raised her eyes, and there was a faint fear on her face.

"What's more, who robbed you in the first place, and who are you letting go now? People from the East! Nangong Nuo changed his previous playful look, and his tone became faintly stern, "Xiao Luo set out to pacify the Quartet back then, but only the Dongfang Donglai Kingdom and its surrounding small countries had no contact because they were separated by the East China Sea, so they ignored it. Nowadays, people from the east appear frequently in the capital, and there are signs of inquiring about the military situation from time to time, Xiao Luo has long regarded it as a confidant. This is also one of the reasons why this king went to the eastern border to inspect this time. Now, every catastrophe and release are all related to you, Miss Shuang, if you were Xiao Luo, what would you think of your relationship with Donglaiguo? ”

Mei Shuang's heart was shocked, and she still couldn't argue, "You also know that the reason why the other party robbed me is not me."

"But you always put people there, right? Miss Shuang, you are outside, and you can't do anything, but if the emperor suspects that your father Mei Xiang is suspected of collaborating with the enemy, what do you say? ”

Nangong Nuo was simply a little violent.

Mei Shuang was suddenly frightened, got up from the ground involuntarily, frightened, and opened her mouth, "Uh, this"

"Miss Frost, remember your suicide attempt in the prison? If the emperor really wants to investigate it, I'm afraid that your father Mei Xiang has already been punished by the emperor's cane, and now, do you want your father to be punished for his crimes? Nangong Nuo sneered slightly.

Meishuang was silent.

The sky was already clear, but in an instant the clouds were overhead, dark and dreary, and there were signs of snow.

Nangong Nuo also stopped talking, and in silence, he could only hear the whirring wind in his ears.

Meishuang finally turned around and bit her lower lip, "I'm willing to go back and explain the situation to the emperor, and excuse me by the way."

——The temple is only a hundred miles away from the capital, Nangong Nuo and Mei Shuang are walking and stopping on the road, the road that can be reached in a day and a half has been walked for nearly two days, and there are still thirty miles away from the capital.

The main thing is that the weather changes, and when I get halfway there, it snows heavily in the sky.

The heavy snow came suddenly, and I saw that the sky was rising, and there was no sign of stopping for a while, but it was only half a day, and the road was already a few centimeters thick, and there were deep rut marks and shoe prints everywhere.

Sitting upstairs in the inn, Meishuang was bored looking at the snowy world outside through the long window, and couldn't help but think of the departing Miyoko Kurang, looking at the road conditions, I don't know if she can rush back in time? Moreover, how should I explain to the cold emperor when I returned to the palace this time? It's a headache to think that if the explanation is not good, it will affect the father of the left minister who has never met.

The charcoal fire made the upstairs warm and spring-like, and it made people drowsy. Nangong Nuo didn't know where he went, and he didn't see anyone for an afternoon.

Suddenly, Meishuang heard a loud noise coming from downstairs, as if it was the shopkeeper's guy driving away the trespassers.

She looked lazily out of the window and saw a young man in monk's robes being pushed out of the inn.

The young monk's face was full of embarrassment, and although he was pushed out by a group of guys in the shop, he still folded his hands and pleaded politely, "The monks are all over the world, and it is windy and snowy outside, so I beg to stay for one night, save people's lives, and win the seventh-level floating Buddha, Amitabha." ”

You could see that the young monk was full of eagerness when he spoke.

Where are the shopkeepers willing to listen, now there are big people living in the inn, and no one can provoke the big people. Strangers are not allowed to come near at all, let alone monks of unknown origin?

"Go, go!" A guy waved impatiently, "Where is love, where is it going"

The young monk looked at the sky, and then at the man in front of him, his face full of worry but helpless.

This is already the last inn in the neighborhood. In the previous inn, anyone who heard that there was a seriously ill monk staying in the inn felt unlucky, and there was no one willing to let him stay.

The young monk muttered "Amitabha" in a low voice and turned to leave, when he suddenly heard a crisp voice from the second floor, "Slow." ”

The young monk turned around in surprise and looked up at the plum frost in the window.

A bright face, a pair of talking eyes are looking at him at the moment.

The young monk only glanced at it, then bowed his head, "The donor is calling the poor monk?" ”

As she spoke, Meishuang had already come down from the second floor. As soon as I walked to the door, I only heard the guy in the store say cautiously, "This distinguished guest, it is said that the infected monk is coming to stay, this is absolutely unacceptable."

Mei Shuang ignored him, but walked straight to the young monk and looked at the tall monk.

The young face, the facial features are upright, the eyes under the thick eyebrows are clear and bright, the forehead is wide and the nose is high. Although it was snowy, except for the snow under the monk's robe, the monk's robe was exceptionally clean and smooth, and that detached temperament reminded Meishuang of a famous Dalai Lama in history, Changyang Gyatso.

"Are you sick?" Meishuang asked, after looking at it.

The young monk was a little uncomfortable when he was looked at by Mei Shuang, he hurriedly folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows, and said softly, "It's the senior brother of the poor monk."

"Dare to ask Master's number? In which temple do you practice? ”

"The poor monk's name is Yunkong, and he practiced in the Jokhang Temple outside the city, and this time he returned from lecturing with his senior brother. The senior brother accidentally contracted a sick man while saving him, but no one could cure him. The poor monk had to go to the capital to find a famous doctor in order to cure his brother's illness. I didn't expect it to snow heavily, and there was no door to the inn" Yunkong raised his eyes to look at the sky, his eyes were gloomy.

Meishuang understood, probably suffering from an infectious disease.

So, he pondered for a while, thinking that it happened that Nangong Nuo was not there, so he took it upon himself to say, "You and your senior brother come, I will let them build a house in the backyard, and you can live in peace." If it's infectious, don't come out."

Yunkong's eyes suddenly showed surprise when he heard this, and he stared at Mei Shuang and said deeply, "Amitabha, thank you female donor!" ”

Mei Shuang's assertion naturally made Nangong Nuo unhappy, he heard about it as soon as he came back, and was about to talk to Mei Shuang, but he heard that she was decocting medicine with the young monk in the backyard to save people.

This woman!

Nangong Nuo was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

What's the heat, she doesn't think about herself, but is in a hurry for others?

Seeing that she was about to enter the capital and enter the palace, she faced a big challenge, and if she was a little careless, she annoyed the moody emperor, waiting to be punished.

He had just received news from the palace, because the assassin had been released, Xiao Luo was furious and asked Nangong Nuo to tie Mei Shuang into the palace.

Nangong Nuo was in a hurry, but in the backyard, Mei Shuang was discussing with Yunkong how to decoct the medicine.