The news came suddenly, and Rong Sui didn't wait for his subordinates to finish speaking, and the figure disappeared into the darkness.

The soldiers of the North and South Battalions had to wait some time before they could enter the palace.

But unexpectedly, the palace was not peaceful tonight, and in addition to the assassins of the Yanchang Dynasty, there was another wave of assassins.

Rong Sui opened his eyes: "This matter is handed over to the ministers to deal with, and the Queen Mother doesn't have to worry about it." ”

Yun Chu's thoughts were interrupted, and he lowered his eyes to look at it.

"You'd better heal your injuries first." Her face was serious.

Rong Sui was stunned.

Yun Chu blew the lamp and lowered his eyelids a little tiredly.

His back was leaning against the bed rail, and his face was buried in a soft veil.

"Sleep."

Yun Chu's voice was faint, very soft, with a little sleepy exhaustion.

The darkness swallowed up the last glimmer of light, and Rong Sui opened his eyes, a little confused.

The wound in the abdomen was very painful, like a knife scraping at the bone.

The flesh and blood seemed to be burned by fire, and the pain was piercing to the bone.

But the heart that has been barren for a long time has ushered in the first rain like a desert that has been in the rain for a long time.

Rong turned his head sideways, his eyes were a little sore, and the tip of his nose was also a little sore.

It seemed to have been backlogged for a long time, but at the last moment, he didn't let it explode.

The night was quiet, and the breathing of the Queen Mother beside her was even.

Rong Sui listened to it for a long time, so long that he didn't know when he fell asleep.

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When Yun Chu woke up, there was a soft futon under him.

She subconsciously looked inside, and it was empty.

Rong Sui didn't know when he left.

When he woke up, Yun Chu stretched his waist, and his waist was very sore and a little soft.

After all, it's normal to be uncomfortable after sitting and sleeping for so long.

Wan Ling came in after a stick of incense, and the little girl came over to change Yun Chu's clothes and makeup.

Yun Chu squinted lazily and asked casually, "What about Lord Rong?" ”

Wan Ling was stunned for a moment, "Lord Rong?" Isn't it in Rongfu? ”

“…… Oh. ”

It looks like this guy is sneaking away.

Yun Chu was distracted, not knowing what happened to Rong Sui's injuries.

With such a serious injury, it is said that it doesn't hurt, but being too reckless makes people feel even more distressed.

At the time of the morning class, Feng Xiao came to Cining Palace on time.

The little emperor is in good shape, and it seems that last night's assassination did not affect him.

Yun Chu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The task was assigned as usual, and it began to be in a daze.

Rongfu dungeon.

Rong Sui was dressed in black, his eyebrows were cold, and his cold eyes were fixed on the man in black who was covered in blood on the torture rack.

Rong Sui lowered his eyes, "Who sent you?" ”

The man on the torture rack moved his eyelids and smiled.

"No one sent me."

Rong Sui frowned.

The man laughed even louder, his white teeth were covered with blood, and no part of his face was clean.

The guard behind Rong stepped forward, and he bowed his head.

A long nail thrust into the shoulder blade of the man in black, and the sound of piercing the flesh and bones was muffled, mixed with the other party's low muffled hum.

The man in black spat out a mouthful of black blood, his hair was messy, and he raised his eyes fiercely.

"Rong Sui, even if I die, I won't tell you the truth!"

Compared to the other party, Rong Sui seemed indifferent and calm.

Pale fingertips rested on the cold blade, and he lowered his eyes.

"Let me guess, it's Jiang Zhan? Or the end of the North Star? Still is...... Feng Lian? ”

The man on the torture rack stiffened slightly, and it was only for a moment.

Rong Sui smiled faintly, and his eyes became even colder.

"I see."

The man's eyes widened and his brow furrowed, trying to see the slightest flaw in Rong Sui's countenance.

However, no.

He seemed determined, not deliberately tempting.

But he didn't dare to bet.

He chuckled, a bloody face with an eerie smile.

Rong Sui had already stood up and turned to leave the dungeon.