Qingdao Daozi looked at Bai Xuchen's departing figure, drank the remaining tea in the teacup, and sighed helplessly: "It's still too impulsive." ”

"Well, it's just a good time to exercise."

……

Xuandu, Baifu.

The night is getting darker, revealing a hint of coolness.

Mo Xuan gathered the cloak on his body, looked at the gate of the White Mansion, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he paced back and forth in the courtyard anxiously.

"What time is it?" After a long time, Mo Xuan's voice came from the cold wind.

"Mrs. Hui, it's time now." The maid stepped forward and grabbed the anxious Mo Xuan.

"Si Ze should be back at this hour."

The maid replied, "Maybe something is delaying?" ”

"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 the strong premonition in his heart made Mo Xuan's brows knotted.

"Do you ever know what Yan'er is doing now?"

The maid shook her head: "I don't know." ”

After a while, he said: "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 turned to the group of maids behind him, "I'm out of the mansion now, if any of you leak the news......"

Mo Xuan's eyes were full of threat and ruthlessness, and the momentum hidden on his body made the maids tremble.

"Beat to death with sticks!"

The maids hurriedly replied in unison: "The slaves don't dare. ”

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

After the words fell, he wrapped his cloak tightly and left in the wind.

Mo Xuan walked around the Baifu to the high wall of the mountain behind the Baifu, 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.