She glanced at him, but was shocked by the cold light in his eyes, lowered her eyes weakly, and muttered:

"I didn't mean to, I thought you'd be behind me all the time......"

A weak explanation made Mu Jiuxiao's anger disappear in an instant.

He held up the hand she had been pulling, gritted his teeth, and said:

"Go back and wash up!"

She couldn't help but bite her lower lip when she heard this, resisting the urge to laugh.

"Who sent you, say?"

At this time, only Mu Tu's voice sounded not far away, Lin Ling'er followed the sound, his eyes were about to fall, and Mu Tu's feet were stepping on a man in black who had not had time to escape, and he was asking him where he came from.

Lin Ling'er's heart suddenly rose to her throat, it's over, if this is a soft bone and recruits her identity, her lies will be exposed......

Unexpectedly, at this time, Mu Jiuxiao was full of mercy and said lightly:

"Let him go."

"Lord Wang?"

Mutu looked at him puzzled.

Mu Jiuxiao didn't respond again, took her hand and turned away.

Lin Ling'er was also confused, could it be that he was in such a good mood today that even those who attacked him could be forgiven?

No, when I first saw him, he didn't look so calm, she glanced at him secretly, what was he thinking?

"Why didn't the prince catch that person and ask him clearly?"

She was curious about the baby's personality and couldn't help but ask.

The corners of Mu Jiuxiao's lips were slightly hooked, and he looked at her sideways:

"You'd love for me to ask?"

"Huh?"

She was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and waved her hand, and said,

"No, no, no, I don't want to...... No, I didn't mean that, I meant to ask if it had anything to do with me? ”

She was a little incoherent, she turned her face and couldn't help beating her chest secretly, she was so nervous, as if she was a thief.

"Since it's okay, let's go ahead and visit your market."

He said as if nothing had happened.

Lin Ling'er looked at his resolute side face and steady pace, this is what makes him different, no matter how big something happens, he can stand like a mountain, even if he almost killed a person just now, he can deal with it so indifferently, this psychological element is really powerful.

"Oh......"

She replied and let him hold hands.

This time, until he returned to the Hades Mansion, he didn't let go of her again, no matter how ostentatious this move was, and no matter how many people were watching, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

So, this shopping became a failed escape experience, and she also gained a lot of booty, of course, all of which he paid, and she returned to her own turf and played with it in her hands one by one, and sniffed it under her nose from time to time.

Xia Yu asked curiously:

"Sister, what are you smelling? Does it have any special flavor? ”

Because she was holding a pearl necklace in her hand at this time, it didn't look like it should smell like it was supposed to have any taste, right?

Lin Ling'er smiled proudly:

"Yes, of course, it smells cheap."

Haha, someone pays for it, and everything smells cheap!

In the quiet forbearance room, Mu Jiuxiao stood in front of the portrait with his hands in his hands, and Mu Tu and Mu Yu stood in the hall.

"Lord Wang, why did you let go of that man in black at the bazaar just now? He dared to hold Miss Ling'er hostage, obviously he was coming for the prince! ”

Mu Tu said, with obvious doubts and complaints in his words.

Mu Jiuxiao didn't look back, just said lightly:

"Mutu, this king finds that your temper seems to be getting more and more agitated, no more than before."

Mutu wanted to say something, but he choked in his throat, yes, he seemed to have really changed, since he had a time with the princess on the night of the rockery, the weeds in his heart that should not have grown could not be suppressed, disturbing him upset, and he couldn't stop worrying.

Those weeds are called longing, greed, and soul weeds.

Except for the time when he was on an errand, almost all of his leisure time was filled with memories of that night, and every time he thought about it, it was touching and he couldn't sleep at night.

He wanted to hold the princess again like that night, and he wanted to have her again, twice, countless times...... Unfortunately, he could not and did not dare, so he could only take out the purse she had given him in the dead of night, and put it under his nose to look for her taste.

People, after all, are greedy animals, and for those things that cannot be forgotten, they will always do everything possible to get their hands on them, otherwise how can they be willing?

But he can't do everything possible, if the prince knows, not only will he not survive, but the princess will also be implicated, and he won't let her have anything to do.

Next to him, Mu Yu also glanced at him deeply, his Adam's apple surged twice, and he turned his face awkwardly.

Mu Yudao:

"Lord, Mu Tu is a little anxious, but he is also thinking about the safety of the prince, and I hope the prince will forgive me."

Mu Jiuxiao turned around, did not delve further into this issue, and asked rhetorically:

"Do you really think those people are coming for this king?"

Mu Yu thought for a moment and replied:

"On the surface, it is, but it doesn't seem to be ......"

He pondered for a moment, and then said,

"If they were coming for the prince, they could have done something to Miss Ling'er, but not only did they not, but they seemed to be protecting Miss Ling'er everywhere, could it be their ......"

Mu Jiuxiao nodded, walked straight towards the bookcase, and patted Mu Yu on the shoulder when he passed by, confirming his suspicions.

He picked up a pen and drew something on the paper, and after a few efforts, he drew a sketch, handed it to Mu Yu, and said:

"Go and find out where these weapons come from."

Mu Yu took the sketch with both hands, and saw that it was painted with the weapons used by the group of black-clothed men just now, with short handles, two pointed ends, and a curved sickle-like scimitar.

"I really haven't seen this weapon, it shouldn't be from Wani."

Mu Yudao.

"You can investigate this matter yourself, remember, don't startle the snake."

"Yes, lord."

Mu Yu took the order and retired with Mu Tu.

Soon after the two left, Shangguan Wufu came, and he was very well-informed, because the streets and alleys of Kundu were full of people from the Hades Mansion, and nothing could escape the eyes of the Hades Mansion.

Just like today's group of black-clothed people, Mu Jiuxiao had long found that these unfamiliar faces often wandered around the Hades Mansion, although they would change their clothes every day, but those faces would not change, he had been paying attention to them for a long time.

Some time ago, because his injuries had not healed, he had no energy to pay attention to them, but now that his body has recovered, he wants to explore the truth and reality.

Today was just a temptation, and the result was somewhat unexpected......

Shangguan Useless came with the help of Mu Feng, and then Mu Feng retreated, leaving only Mu Jiuxiao and Shangguan Useless in the study.

Since the last incident in Fangcheng, Shangguan Wufu and Mu Jiuxiao are no longer as close as before, and there always seems to be a layer of invisible and intangible things in between, but the two of them can't go back to the past.

Shangguan knew in his heartless heart that that thing was Cloud Falling City.

After coming back from Fangcheng, there was no major event, Shangguan was useless, so he rarely came to Mu Jiuxiao's study, and he would no longer care about everything as before, and he came here today, naturally for the attack on the market, Mu Jiuxiao's person was threatened, which was the top priority for Shangguan Wu, because since the incident twenty years ago, his life was born for Mu Jiuxiao.

After exhausting the courtesy, Shangguan said uselessly with concern:

"Lord Wang, I heard that an assassin dared to assassinate the prince in broad daylight, is this serious? Is the prince injured? ”

Mu Jiuxiao hooked his lips and smiled, walked around the bookcase and walked in front of Shangguan Wufu, slowly turned around, and said:

"If the military advisor is not at ease, you can check it out to see if there are any new injuries on this king's body."

Seeing Mu Jiuxiao's casual appearance, Shangguan uselessly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and his expression was lonely and embarrassed.

"Alas, it was the old minister who added a new wound to the prince's body, not someone else."

He let out a long sigh, deep remorse in his voice.

Mu Jiuxiao knew what he was referring to, in Fangcheng, if it wasn't for his instigation, he wouldn't have been tortured for the princess.

But in terms of reasonableness, he can understand Shangguan's useless approach, and he is not wrong.

Even an old man who fought on the battlefield and crawled out of the pile of dead people, when facing the person he loved the most, he still couldn't avoid being clichéd, after all, he was Shangguan useless's all his hopes and sustenance, and in Shangguan's useless eyes, he was even more important than Shangguan Qingqing, his biological daughter.

He crouched down in front of Shangguan and looked up at him, just like he had been when he was a teenager.

At that time, he always crouched in front of him, looked up at him, listened carefully to every word he said with reverence and reverence, and his earnest teachings are still engraved in his heart to this day.

He thought that this was a father-son complex, which would not change lightly because of one thing.

"Xiao'er is a person who has forgotten the pain after his scars, has the military advisor forgotten?"

He chuckled.

Shangguan looked at him deeply, his eyes flushed.

This is what he used to say to him when he was younger.

At that time, he was very naughty, and always liked to fiddle with all kinds of weapons, because he was small and not strong enough, and often made himself bruised, and when the wounds were healed, he would fiddle with them again, and then hurt them, until he had made them handy.

Shangguan often reprimanded him when he was useless: "Okay, the scar forgets the pain."

When these words came out, Shangguan was useless, and he knew that he didn't blame him at all, it was because he made Mu Jiuxiao hurt and couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

Mu Jiuxiao was exchanged for his son's life, and in his eyes, it was more precious than anyone's life.

He stretched out his hand and pressed Mu Jiuxiao's shoulder hard, and the cyan veins on the back of his old hand bulged, which was extremely obvious.

"Xiao'er, if you're still my good Xiao'er, forget about that woman!"

His voice trembled.

That woman, of course Mu Jiuxiao knew who he was referring to.

But he just smiled in return and didn't answer.