Ling Ran's side.

"That's all?" Chu Yijun asked.

“······ Probably······ That's about it. After all······ After all, not everyone of his subordinates, the grass people, knows ······" Finally, the man in black said indistinctly, a pair of narrow eyes staring at Chu Yijun's expression, and his legs were still shaking.

"Not bad." Chu Yijun nodded, and then turned his head slightly behind him:

"Ruohe, have you memorized everything?"

"Lord, it's all written." A clear and neat female voice sounded.

Hearing this, Ling Ran's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, how could this voice seem to have been heard somewhere······?

He looked at her, but saw that she quickly put the brush on the table, folded the long piece of paper and put it in her pocket, and continued:

"When we get home, we'll be able to catch them all."

"Very good," Chu Yijun looked back at the man in black again, and when his pupils suddenly dilated in horror, he suddenly pulled out the sword that had just been inserted into his abdomen for a moment, "Thank you." ”

The man fell to the ground.

After Chu Yijun bent down and probed his snort, he stood up and strode towards the door:

"Go home."

But when the group of four of them, plus a few guards who followed closely, were about to arrive at King Xuan's mansion, they saw Bai Ling walking in the direction they came from, holding a white-clothed woman with a cloak and covered in blood.

When Bai Ling saw Chu Yijun, he paused, looked at him, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but his eyes still darkened, he didn't say anything, he looked away, and walked towards the direction of the palace with his pace accelerated, followed by two personal guards.

But even the two personal guards, in the eyes that glanced at Chu Yijun hurriedly, seemed to have changed a little, implying a deep meaning.

Chu Yijun glanced at them with some confusion.

People on both sides just passed by.

"Bai Qin Gong ~ Lord ~?" When he saw the face of the woman that Bai Ling was holding in his hand, Ling Ran couldn't help but stop and let out a sound of surprise.

"Hmm." Bai Ling responded lightly, and left without looking back.

Ling Ran originally had a lot of questions to ask, but when he saw Bai Ling's indifferent appearance, he held back the words that came to his mouth again.

The group dragged their tired steps towards the main gate of the palace, but no one noticed that on the road to the palace, there were intermittent traces of blood and pieces of blood······

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Late one night seven days later.

A gorgeous and delicate carriage traveled through a dense forest near the border of the Xiao Kingdom, and the moonlight poured down through the layers of leaves, casting white lights and shadows on the ground full of fallen leaves.

The coachman of the carriage was now riding his horse with two big black circles under his eyes, and he had not closed his eyes for three days and three nights since the other driver who had changed shifts suddenly fainted and collapsed on the road that day······

Luckily, three kilometres ahead was the nearest city pass, and once he reached there, he could apply to the local magistrate for another driver to replace him. This is a state affair of Daxiao State, and the county government will definitely not refuse his request······

Who would rest assured that a coachman who had never closed his eyes for three consecutive days would continue to escort Chu Ningxiang Gong ~ Lord ~ to the Yunguo Palace in the next seven hundred and forty-nine kilometers?

Thinking of this, a smile couldn't help but appear on his tired face.

But this smile froze completely on his face as a poison-stained arrow shot precisely into his back, and then pierced through his left heart······

His eyes dilated, but he shouted hoarsely and weakly:

"Gong ~ Lord ~ Go ······ Quickly"

He tumbled on his horse's back and fell to the ground with a loud thud.

The horse was frightened and sped up and ran forward.

The sound of landing, as well as the sudden acceleration of the driving speed, startled Chu Ningxiang in the carriage to wake up from his dream in an instant, opened most of the curtains, and looked at the dark forest outside:

"Uncle Liu, what's going on?"

For a long time, no one responded.

Chu Ningxiang's heart suddenly rose to her throat, raised her volume twice and shouted forward:

"Uncle Liu?"

There was still silence, except for the sudden clatter of horses' hooves in the darkness.

Chu Ningxiang couldn't help but panic a little in her heart, so she carefully pushed open the door of the carriage······

The door swirled and opened slightly outwards thirty degrees.

But just as she was about to poke her head out of the door to take a look, from the roof of the carriage, a masked man suddenly rolled down, stuffed a piece of cloth into Chu Ningxiang's mouth, grabbed her waist, and jumped out of the carriage with her in her arms and fell to the ground.

As soon as she landed on the ground, the masked man quickly took out the hemp rope that had been in his mouth beforehand, and without waiting for Chu Ningxiang to react, he quickly put her hands behind her back, tied them with ropes, and hung a black towel on her ear, covering most of her face······

Everything happens in a split second.

Chu Ningxiang's eyes couldn't help but widen in shock, she was a dignified generation of martial arts princess~lord~, and she robbed ······ like this?

In her astonishment, she was taken by the man on another horse, and galloped in the direction she had come.

The surrounding forest scenery retreated rapidly.

But after turning a few corners, she felt more and more that this road had an indescribable sense of familiarity······

Until this masked man rode a horse and led her to turn left in front of a tailor's shop.

Until this masked man suddenly stopped in front of the door of a large mansion where the plaque had been removed, turned over and dismounted with her in his arms, and said to the guard at the door in Chu Ningxiang's familiar and deep voice:

"Sweet potatoes are not sweet."