"They're pretty fast."

As he said this, he did not stop, but his pace quickened more and more. The three people in the dark night also jumped around, and the soft voice of a cat faintly came from the alley next to them. The three of them glanced at each other, swept away their black clothes, and each hid in the thick night.

In just a few moments, more than a dozen figures jumped down from the other end of the alley, and they also hurriedly chased forward. The three of them waited for the group to leave before they appeared, and all three of them looked incredulous.

"The clothes those people are wearing seem to be the ...... of the Praetorian Guards," the eagle muttered to himself as he looked at the night ahead. Suddenly remembering something, Feiying's face changed, and he hurriedly ordered the people next to him: "You go and tell the prince, Your Majesty is also investigating this matter." With that, he hurriedly led the rest of the man and chased after him.

In the palace, Mo Shihuan and Zhuo Chen were eating supper together, and the news that his subordinates rushed back to deliver surprised the two.

"What, you said that Your Majesty also sent someone to follow you?" Mo Shihuan was so shocked that his chopsticks fell, and his mouth was a little unclear because he was chewing pastries. Zhuo Chen raised his hand and gently wiped the corners of the heroine's mouth, and saw that all the residues of the pastry had been wiped away, so he turned his head and said to his subordinates: "I know, you go down first, call the flying eagles and them back, don't chase them first." The subordinates bowed their heads and retreated softly.

Seeing this, Mo Shihuan stopped eating the pastries, got up from the stool, threw himself into Zhuo Chen's arms, and coquettishly coquettish: "Don't investigate, this matter is too dangerous, I'm worried about ......" The rest of the words were blocked by a soft lip flap, and Mo Shihuan stared at the handsome face who suddenly kissed him.

Although it was not the first time, this time it was a little unexpected, and the man's rapid breathing could be clearly felt. Sensing that Mo Shihuan had some difficulty breathing, Zhuo Chen stopped kissing eagerly, Mo Shihuan glared at him fiercely, and spoke well, kissing what to kiss, and kissing so hard.

Ignoring Mo Shihuan's annoyed gaze, Zhuo Chen's gaze moved downward, and the woman's lips, which were kissed a little red, became more and more attractive. The Adam's apple moved, and with a light sigh, Zhuo Chen retracted his gaze and calmed his mind.

"This pastry is so sweet."

Rubbing Mo Shihuan, who was about to have an attack, Zhuo Chen said with a straight face: "This matter must continue, otherwise the truth will not come to the surface and will always be confusing." Mo Shihuan saw Zhuo Chen put away his jokes, looking determined, so he had to agree to continue the investigation.

"By the way, in a few days it will be the Mother's sacrifice day, so you can go with me to worship." Zhuo Chen left this sentence for Mo Shihuan when he left. Mo Shihuan looked at Zhuo Chen's lonely back, and there was a faint pain in his heart.

Although Zhuo Chen is a noble prince, he has borne too much, and the sadness behind the glamour is borne silently by himself. Fortunately, with her to accompany him in the future, he is no longer alone. Mo Shihuan thought about it, so he fell into a deep sleep and had a good night's sleep.

Three days later, Zhuo Chen came to Mo Shihuan's door early in the morning to wait. When Mo Shihuan saw Zhuo Chen, he thought that he had mentioned that today was the death day of his mother, so he hurriedly asked the maid to pick out a plain white dress, and her hair was just combed into a simple bun and pinned with a wooden hairpin.

As soon as he opened the door, Zhuo Chen saw Mo Shihuan, who was dressed very elegantly, understood Mo Shihuan's intentions, held her hand and got into the carriage to the mausoleum.

Along the way, the carriage occasionally bumped a little, and whenever Mo Shihuan was about to hit the body, Zhuo Chen would hug her in time. The two of them didn't even say a few words when they shared a car, Mo Shihuan wanted to speak, but seeing Zhuo Chen's solemn expression, the words in his mouth were swallowed back.

Except for Zhuo Chen's smile when he came to pick her up, he still looked like he didn't want to be disturbed. Mo Shihuan stared at the smoke of incense, and his small hand reached into Zhuo Chen's cuff and held the big hand.

It's so cold, Mo Shihuan holds it tighter. I hope Zhuo Chen is warmer, Mo Shihuan thought, the death of the mother concubine really left Zhuo Chen with a big regret. Looking at Zhuo Chen's melancholy face, Mo Shihuan secretly vowed to make up for Zhuo Chen's lack of maternal love in the future.

The mausoleum arrived soon, but Mo Shihuan found out that something was wrong as soon as he got out of the car. Zhuo Chen's travel has always been low-key, why is this mausoleum surrounded by water, such a big battle, I don't know and think it's a marriage.

Looking back at Zhuo Chen, he found that Zhuo Chen's face was pale, Mo Shihuan followed his line of sight, and saw a bejeweled woman in the middle of the mausoleum crying contrivedly.

Mo Shihuan took a closer look, and it turned out to be Concubine Shu! What did she come to do?

It seemed that she had just seen the arrival of Mo Shihuan and others, and Shufen pretended to be surprised and said, "Huh? Dust comes to do something. ”

Seeing that Zhuo Chen ignored her, Shufen was not angry, walked to the monument, took a handkerchief and sobbed: "My good sister, this place is cold, why can't you think about it." He raised his hand and pointed at Zhuo Chen, hiding his face and said, "Look at Chen'er, now that they have grown so big, they can help Your Majesty do things." ”

This appearance fell in Mo Shihuan's eyes, all of which were hypocritical and pretentious. Zhuo Chen's face was not happy or angry as usual, he took Mo Shihuan's hand, avoided Concubine Shu, and knelt down in front of the monument of his mother.

"Mother, this is Shihuan, my wife, your daughter-in-law."

After that, he got up and pulled Mo Shihuan to prepare to leave. Concubine Shu's expression was a little stiff, and she covered her handkerchief and coughed twice. Zhuo Chen stopped, still didn't look back, and said slowly: "It's cold here, Concubine Shuniang should go back early, otherwise the queen mother won't mind pulling Niangniang to stay here together." Concubine Shu choked up when she heard this, and was about to scold, but Zhuo Chen and Mo Shihuan had already gotten into the carriage.

In the carriage, Mo Shihuan thought nonsense, this Zhuo Chen pulled her here just to announce her identity to her mother.

It's just hard to understand.

But thinking of the-for-tat confrontation between Zhuo Chen and Concubine Shu just now, Mo Shihuan stared at Zhuo Chen, and some conjectures came to his heart.

Zhuo Chen was looked at by her blazing gaze, and knew that Mo Shihuan had guessed something, so he had to speak: "My mother's death may be related to Concubine Shu." ”

Mo Shihuan was shocked, this kind of palace secret matter is involved in many things, and it is as secretive as it is deep.

Zhuo Chen took out a piece of paper from the inner lining of his clothes, spread it out and handed it to Mo Shihuan.

"This is the fetal medicine prescribed by my mother and my concubine when I was the imperial doctor, and I got it from an old eunuch in the palace with great effort."

After that, he continued with some bitterness: "But there is nothing wrong with this medicine list. ”

Mo Shihuan took the medicine list and carefully examined the medicinal materials on it.

"Angelica, Chuanxiong, White Peony, Astragalus, Magnolia, Qianghuo, Cuscuta Seed, Sichuan Fritillary, Citrus aurantium, Nepeta Spike, ......" Huang Shihuan said in a low voice, as if there was no problem.

"Wait, here!" Mo Shihuan's finger suddenly pointed to the last medicinal herb.