"Forgive the county lord of Fengyang, we are acting on orders, searching for criminals, and I hope that the county lord will be throughput."

Thinking that the people inside did not hear, several Praetorian Guards standing outside raised their voices again.

Seeing that there was no movement inside, several Praetorian Guards looked suspicious, and one of the tall and thin men stepped forward and was about to lift the curtain, but was stopped by Xia Yu in front of the carriage.

"Presumptuous! Do you dare to look at the carriage of the county lord of Fengyang? Xia Yu's face was expressionless, and his hand was holding his hand, with great force.

The guards who were stopped looked embarrassed for a moment, but they didn't dare to move on.

"Xia Yu must not be presumptuous, they are also acting on orders, but please wait a few moments, let me comb my face." Sheng Mingzhu's voice was lazy and hoarse, as if she had just woken up after taking a nap. A soft jade hand leaned out of the car and beckoned Xia Yu to come in and help her tidy up her makeup.

It took about half a cup of tea for the curtain that had been closed to slowly open from the inside.

There is not much space in the carriage, and the decorations inside are clear at a glance, and the eye is embedded in the car wall to hold things, and the soles of the feet are cushioned with dark red blankets, but the dark red carpet is a little messy, Sheng Mingzhu sat on the soft collapse, covered his lips with his hands, and yawned lazily.

"I didn't notice it for a while just now, I fell asleep, and I delayed for a while, so please don't be surprised."

Just now, when he was about to step forward, the tall and thin Praetorian Guard, who was stopped by Xia Yu, stepped forward and hugged his fists at Sheng Mingzhu and said: "The county lord is polite, I am acting on orders, disturbing the county lord, and please don't blame the county lord." ”

As he spoke, his eyes swept inside the carriage like a falcon, his eyes fell on the incense that fell from the soles of Sheng Mingzhu's feet, and his nose sniffed unconsciously.

Sheng Mingzhu watched his movements, and his heart rose to his throat.

"What's wrong with the county lord's carriage?" Sheng Mingzhu's expression seemed to be a little impatient. The expression was obviously sleepy, and the eyelids drooped, obviously trying to support the sleepiness.

"If there is nothing wrong, please let a few people go quickly, and the county lord has to hurry back to rest."

The man glanced inside the carriage a few more times to make sure that there was no suspicion, so he took a step back and said respectfully: "Excuse me the county lord, the county lord please go." ”

……

Sheng Mingzhu sat in the carriage until she was far away for a long distance before she turned over and buckled a hidden button on the wall of the carriage.

The Assassins who had been searched for by the Praetorian Guards huddled inside.

It's just that there is no movement now, and there is no arrogance before.

Sheng Mingzhu tentatively touched it with his hand, and seeing that he was not pretending, he motioned for Xia Yu to drag him up.

"Miss, what should I do with this person?"

Sheng Mingzhu didn't speak, but there was a anger in her eyes, dare to threaten her? Tonight, because of the anger that the county lord of Ling'an had been holding back in her heart, and the threat of being held by someone just now, fermented in her heart!

When she was reborn, the safety of her father and brother was a scale against her, and he should not have used the life and death of the Sheng family to coerce her just now.

"Find a certain intersection where the Praetorian Guards must pass in a while, and throw him down."

But before he was caught, he had to know what he looked like, such a strong assassin with martial arts, she had never heard of it in her previous life, Sheng Mingzhu stepped forward and uncovered the black scarf on his face, and his true face hidden in the darkness was revealed.

An extremely ordinary and ordinary face, without the slightest feature, to say that the only characteristic may be that he is younger, walking on the road, eye-catching, no one may notice such a person at all.

But it was such a face, but Sheng Mingzhu didn't look away for a long time, her face was silent, but her heart was turbulent, she recognized this person.

Not only did she recognize him, but she also knew his name.

Bingwu.

The people who followed Mu Changqing on the mass grave and collected the bones for their Sheng family.

At that time, she clearly remembered that he called Mu Changqing his son, and he was the person next to Mu Changqing? However, Mu Changqing, a son who was abolished and imprisoned, how could he drive such a strong person with martial arts? What is his current status, and whose orders are he obeying?

Sheng Mingzhu was suspicious in her heart, but no matter what, he was kind to their Sheng family, and she couldn't see death without help.

"This man can't die right now." Sheng Mingzhu frowned, as if he was thinking about how to settle him, it was absolutely inappropriate to take him back to the Gongfu, and if he leaked a little rumor, it was very likely that it would bring ruin to their Sheng family.

If he is allowed to go like this, he will most likely be arrested by the Praetorian Guards, and he will lose his life.

Now the whole city is under strict prohibition, and it seems to be a bomb wherever it is placed.

Sheng Mingzhu thought for a while, beckoned Xia Yu to come over, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Xia Yu nodded, didn't say much, didn't ask why, just glanced at the unconscious assassin with some uneasiness, and said, "This person is strong in martial arts, I don't know when he will wake up, the slave maid still tied him up first, lest he wake up later and hurt the young lady." ”

Back at the Guogong Mansion, it was nearly midnight, and the glazed jade and others who had been guarding in the Xianggui Courtyard heard the movement in the front yard, and finally let go of their hanging hearts, and waited for Sheng Mingzhu to rest in a neat and orderly manner.

Her body was extremely tired, but there seemed to be a rope pulling in her head, which made her unable to sleep for a long time, and her mind recalled all the things that happened in the palace today.

Can the murderer behind the murder of the four princes be found out this time? and Bingwu, he broke into the palace privately, obviously not to assassinate, so what is his real purpose? Whose command is it to obey?

……

Listening to the Snow Pavilion, the candle flame is dim, Mu Changqing is dressed in loose white clothes, his face is cold, sitting cross-legged on the soft collapse, there is a coffee table on the collapse, and there are chessboards on the table, and the thin white and strong long fingers hold black in one hand and white in the other, and they are actually playing with themselves.

The dim candlelight gilded his handsome face, and in the quiet of the bedroom, there was no sound except the sound of the falling child in his hand.

If anyone who is familiar with him is here, they will definitely find that the speed of his fall is out of order.

There was movement in the courtyard opposite, and it was noisy that the people from the palace who were going to the banquet had returned.

Mu Changqing put down the chess pieces in his hand, stepped to the window, pushed open the window, the courtyard was dark, and the people who were waiting had already rested.

It's all this time, there is no movement, has it failed?

The cool breeze outside, sweeping through the wide open windows, flickered on the table and flickered, leaving a mottled and pulsing shadow in the room.

Mu Changqing closed the window and turned to go back, but he heard two inaudible knocks on the front courtyard door.

It's so late, who is it?