Su Mujiulian moved slightly, and walked in front of the fainting horse.

The horse's body had many wounds large and small because of the crazy collision, and the snow-white mane was dyed red at this moment.

Blood spread out around it.

Su Mujiu squatted down, his eyes with a slightly sharp light.

She scrutinized the horse's surroundings, and finally her gaze fell on the horse's hooves.

I saw a little silver looming on the horse's hoof.

Su Mujiu stretched out his hand, and was about to touch the silver, when Feng Tong's gentle voice sounded.

"Use this handkerchief."

Feng Tong handed out a satin handkerchief with an excellent texture, and Su Mujiu's heart warmed and took it.

Feng Tong thought a lot, because he was afraid that this object would be quenched by someone.

Su Mujiu took the handkerchief, pinched the silver, and as she exerted her strength, a slender silver needle was taken out by her.

The silver needle was about three centimeters long, glowing with silver and stained with the blood of horses.

I could vaguely discern that the tip of the silver needle had a touch of red, and if I didn't look closely, I was afraid that it would be mistaken for horse blood.

Su Mujiu pinched it with a handkerchief, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Someone really poisoned it." Su Mujiu sighed.

The man was probably afraid that this silver needle alone would not be able to drive the horses crazy, so he smeared poison on the top of the silver needle.

Feng Tong's eyes that seemed to be full of stars were shining with glass, and he had probably made up his mind a little bit in his heart.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang!"

"The prince has found you!"

"Lord Wang, are you okay?"

While the two were thinking, the slaves, who had been left far behind by the horses, had already followed, and even the coachman limped into the crowd.

Among them, the first-class maid Begonia in Su Mujiu's courtyard stepped forward with a worried face.

"Lord Wang, are you injured?" Begonia saw the wound that had been simply bandaged, and was about to call someone to re-bandage it.

Su Mujiu hid his hand behind him.

Somehow, she didn't want anyone to remove Feng Tong's bandage at all.

"It's okay, this horse is useless, but the banquet has to go." Su Mujiu's eyes were deep and gloomy, and his snow-colored robe had been cut several times.

"Lord Wang, you are injured today, why don't we go home, as for the banquet, the slave and maid will send someone to inform you." Begonia's crisp voice sounded.

As a top priority, the health and well-being of the prince naturally ranks first, and this flower-viewing banquet has become a dispensable existence.

Su Mujiu waved her hand, but she smiled as wanton as a flower, and she smiled: "Go, why don't you go?" ”

The initiator and the people who took great pains to see her must have been at this flower-viewing feast.

If you don't go, won't you waste this great opportunity?

Since Su Mujiu came to this world, he has suffered two accidents.

The first time was at the foot of the mountain in the Sin Slave Village, and the iron-blooded general pointed a sword at her throat, clearly revealing her identity.

The second time, naturally, is this time.

The man had already planned everything, even the route of the horse's panicked run was in his plan.

If it were her brother who was sitting in the carriage today, he would not have a trace of force to support him, but he was afraid that he would fall into the abyss with this horse, and his bones would be gone.

Scold.

She must find the mastermind behind these two assassinations.

Before, because he was tired of investigating the case, he forgot about the assassination.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid that someone in this capital knows that her identity as Lord Mu is fake.

Was this horse madness a temptation?

What is his purpose?

What's the benefit of killing her?

"There's a change of robe in the carriage, go change into it." Feng Tong's voice sounded leisurely, with a little concern.

Su Mujiu bowed her head, obediently jumped into the carriage, and stumbled into a new dress.

In order not to be found out that she was injured, she deliberately changed into a black robe.

This thin body, pale skin, and this dark robe, standing on Feng Tong's side, is like a sick girl who came out of a comic book!

Even the two of them stand together, which is pleasing to the eye, as if they are a pair made in heaven.

"Lord Wang, there is still a little distance from the imperial envoy's courtyard, this horse is obviously unusable, how can you and Feng Tong Gongzi go?" Haitang said worriedly, she had already sent someone to the house to report.

I'm afraid that this rescue will come, and night will fall.

Naturally, the banquet could not be participated.

Su Mujiu grinned, and her beautiful eyes were shining.

Who said she had no way!

A quarter of an hour later.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince closed his eyes and concealed the displeasure in his heart.

The sound of chirping kept coming from his ears, and he felt the green tendons on his forehead burst.

Originally, this spacious and comfortable carriage was extremely crowded because of the arrival of two uninvited guests.

"Xiao Jiu, you and I haven't seen each other for seven days! Seven days, I'm so careful that you are panicking! Si Cen Wei was about to cry, and the little hand was directly on Su Mujiu's shoulder in front of Feng Tong.

At this moment, Si Cen Wei was tightly attached to Su Mujiu's side.

is clearly half a tall person than Su Mujiu, but there is a sense of déjà vu that a bird depends on people.

"Yes, I didn't expect to stop a carriage casually, it was the Eighth Prince and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Su Mujiu wanted to retreat a little distance.

But this Si Cen Wei is like a dog skin plaster, and he can't shake it off at all!

"Eh, you said your horse was frightened, so are you okay!" Si Cen Wei realized it later, and his hands began to touch Su Mujiu's body indiscriminately.

As a result, just when he was about to touch Su Mujiu's chest, a pair of cold hands directly grabbed him.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Tong's unhurried and extraordinarily gentle voice sounded, "Eighth Prince, you have overstepped the rules." ”

It's obviously gentle, but even the face has a soft smile on it.

Si Cen Wei felt shuddered, and her back was cold.

He bit his lip, but straightened up in the next second, "I have a good relationship with Xiao Jiu, you quickly let go of this prince's hand." ”

"Hachi!" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had never spoken, frowned slightly, and his tone was a little pressurized.

What Si Cen Wei is most afraid of on weekdays is this brother, he is like an eggplant, and he sits down in a sneer.

Feng Tong naturally let go of his hand and sat back on Su Mujiu's side.

Su Mujiu struck between the two stunning beautiful men, smelling the fragrance of pear blossoms on Feng Tong's body, and when Feng Tong stopped Si Cen Wei just now, that hand inadvertently touched a certain place on her chest.

She only felt a slight heat in that place, and the roots of her ears were unconsciously dyed crimson.

Su Mujiu's words and deeds were in Feng Tong's sight, he was smiling, and his eyes were like paint.

Si Cen Wei was quiet and estimated the time when he couldn't touch a cup of tea, he thought carefully and moved slightly, and became active again.

He glanced at his imperial brother with his spare eyes, and was closing his eyes at the moment.

So he plucked up his courage and gently touched Su Mujiu's arm with his elbow, and he lowered his voice and said, "When are we going to eat hot pot together?" ”