Then the jailer began to undress his body with trembling hands.

The jailer's clothes consisted of a short gray coat and trousers with a trouser leg and a wider belt. I don't know how many days I haven't washed it, and there are all kinds of stains on it.

Mo Jiu frowned, and was just about to pick up the short coat and pants that the jailer had taken off, when he heard the jailer's trembling voice and said, "Big ...... Son, can you be gentle? ”

Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and saw the jailer trembling and starting to untie his shirt.

Mo Jiu's head was full of black lines and slid down, neatly stunting the jailer who was rich in inner drama, and dragged him to the cell where she had just stayed.

Then he endured his nausea and exchanged clothes with the jailer, and began to change his face with the jailer again.

After Yi passed, under this dim oil lamp, the original identities of the two could not be seen at all.

Mo Jiu put the jailer on the haystack, and even if he looked closely, he couldn't see anything wrong, as if Mo Jiu had fallen asleep here.

The jailer probably won't wake up unless there's an antidote from her. When Mo Jiu came here, she could see that this jailer resembled her, and she was thinking about how to approach him, when the jailer, who did not know whether to live or die, came to provoke her.

The poison needle she shot smeared with this drowsy poison. It's just that this poison has been on for a long time, so it also saves her the operation of ripping off his clothes.

Mo Jiu wore the jailer's clothes and swaggered out of the dungeon. When she went out, the guard guarding the door stopped her and asked a few symbolic questions, she only said that she had something important to report to the Hou Ye, and the guards did not stop her again.

After leaving the dungeon, Mo Jiu called out Coke and rode it straight to Rongfu.

When she arrived at the Rong Mansion, as soon as Mo Jiu entered the door, several sharp short swords flew towards her head.

Mo Jiu waved the snake whip in his hand, and the short swords fell to the ground.

"Ronghua, it's me." Mo Jiu hurriedly spoke up to stop it.

"The eldest prince?"

Rong Hua heard Mo Jiu's voice and went out with a puzzled expression.

"It's me, I'll explain to you when I come into the house."

Seeing that Rong Hua still had doubts on his face, Mo Jiu took out his jade pendant from his body and threw it to him. After all, there is a sick sister in the family, and being cautious in everything is not necessarily a bad thing.

Rong Hua caught the jade pendant, saw the engraved word "ink", respectfully handed it to Mo Jiu, and took the lead in front to guide Mo Jiu.

"Eldest Prince, please inside."

Entering the back room, Mo Jiu said: "I changed my appearance, for convenience. You tell me where Mo Yunchen is now? ”

Rong Hua himself is Mo Yunchen's personal guard, and he basically knows his whereabouts well.

"The second son should still be practicing in the Danding Gate."

"Red-top gate? Is it one of the five major schools that focus on alchemy? Is he a disciple there? ”

It seems that the eldest prince really knows very little about these cultivation things, and when Mo Yunchen was admitted to the Danding Gate that year, Mo Qingtian held a feast for three days and three nights to celebrate.

However, it seems that he did not see the figure of the eldest lady and the eldest prince at that time, and it should be normal for him not to know about this matter.

"Yes, two years ago, the second son was admitted to the Danding Gate, and there is a fixed period of time every month to practice in the Danding Gate. It is said that he is also a descendant disciple of the ancestor of the Danding Gate, Heling. ”

Red-top gate? Mo Jiu checked the memory of the original owner, and found no memory related to this at all, so he asked, "So he is going to this Danding Gate to practice regularly?" So when will he come back? Or what can you do to get him to show up? ”