"Maybe the prince was delayed by something?" The maid helped Mo Xuan.

"No, if Si Yi really has something, he will send someone to say it." The more Mo Xuan spoke, the more he felt that something was wrong, and his brows tightened.

"Do you know what Miss is doing now?"

The maid shook her head: "I don't know, but I heard from the guards in the house that after the young lady went out in the morning, she stayed in the room and never went out." ”

"That's it," Mo Xuan swallowed the words that came to his lips again, and said instead: "I'm leaving now, you can't let anyone know the news of my departure, otherwise ......"

"Beat to death with sticks!"

Mo Xuan's eyes were ruthless, and at this time, he completely lost his usual gentleness, as if he had changed.

A group of maids hurriedly knelt down: "The slaves don't dare." ”

Mo Xuan looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, nodded and said, "Get up." ”

After saying that, he left.

Mo Xuan walked around the White Mansion to the high wall of the White Mansion, and stood on the high wall with a slight jump.

"Come out."

The voice mixed with internal force came into the ears of the White Mansion Secret Guard.

"Ma'am." Facing Mo Xuan on the high wall, the man in black knelt down and bowed.

"Go and take out the baggage that I have given you, and see you in the old place on the west side of the city."

When he looked up, the man in black could no longer see Mo Xuan's figure.

……

White Mansion, Moyan boudoir.

When Mo Xuan left the White Mansion, Mo Yan received the news.

"Got it, let's go down."

Mo Yan waved his hand.

The man in black retired according to the courtesy.

An Shu, who was sitting next to Mo Yan, wondered, "What did Aunt leave for?" ”

"It's not hard to guess," Mo Yan narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and his tone was flat: "Probably for my father." ”

The stunning face flickered in the light of the firelight, with a weirdness that sent chills down the spine, and Mo Yan smiled at the corners of his lips.

"Your father?" Anshu looked at Mo Yan and frowned tightly.

Perhaps, others don't know what Mo Yan's mood is at this time, but how can Anshu be someone else?

Anshu looked at Mo Yan's expression at this time, and knew that someone must have moved Mo Yan's bottom line!

"Is it my uncle who has happened?"

Mo Yan didn't speak, but Ziying, who was waiting beside her, had already heard about it: "It was His Majesty who was suddenly assassinated last night, and the palace sent someone to ask the prince to find the assassin, but he hasn't returned yet." ”

The official in Ziying's words is only afraid that the wall has ears.

But who is Anshu? has been fighting wits and courage in the palace for more than ten years, how can he not understand the meaning of Ziying's words.

"So, what do you want to do now?"

"Wait!"

Squeeze out a word between your lips and teeth, and nothing else.

That's really the best way to do it for now.

Anshu stopped talking.

The atmosphere in the boudoir instantly froze.

……

The red walls and high tiles have imprisoned many free souls and buried the youth of many people......

There is a desirable power, status, and countless blood here!

Dark clouds obscured the bright moon, and the bright moon hid in the dark clouds.

Xuan Ye stood by the window of the imperial study, blowing the cool breeze from the night.

"Your Majesty?" Xiao Rongzi's voice came from outside the door.

Xuan Ye did not respond.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Rongzi pushed the door directly and entered.

After Xiao Rongzi entered the door, he saw a lonely white figure standing by the window.

"Your Majesty, everything has been taken care of according to your orders."

"Hmm."

Just when Xiao Rongzi thought that Xuan Ye wouldn't be talking and wanted to get up and leave, Xuan Ye asked again, "How is the regent!?" ”