In the past five days, there has been no news from Mu Qingao, and Jiang Jue and those secret guards can't see the slightest bit, and Song Qingyun fainted in a hurry.

If nothing happens, Liu Yanping has already planned to leave to return to Shu for the New Year, so he can't leave, Prince Jing is missing, his wife is sick, he doesn't dare to hide such a big thing, he secretly sent a letter to the capital, and lived in Qingyun's house to carefully regulate her body.

"Madam, you have to think widely, you still have a baby in your womb, and you must not go wrong again." Guo's mother was red-eyed on the side, and persuaded bitterly.

In the past few days, Song Qingyun has been living like a year, thinking of her child, she has to cheer up, her dry lips are peeled, and she said in a hoarse voice, "I'll be fine, Mother Guo, is the medicine not hot?" Bring me a drink! ”

In the study, Doubao was lying on Da Hei's body languidly, and Ah Yun was holding a bowl of porridge that was about to get cold, "Young Master, if you don't eat, Madam will be angry if you know it." ”

"Ah Yun, I really can't eat it, you can put it over there, I will definitely eat it when I'm hungry." Doubao replied weakly.

Song Yu pushed the door in, and when he saw the situation in the house, he picked up Doubao and put it on his lap.

"Boy, you're going on a hunger strike?"

Doubao twisted his body, not used to being so close to Song Yu.

"I'm not on a hunger strike, I'm really not able to eat."

"Son, do you know that you are only three years old? You're going to make people think you're in your thirties or forties, old-fashioned. Do you want your mother to worry about you? If you don't eat enough, how can you have the strength to take care of your mother? ”

"Little uncle...... I just don't want to eat for a while. ”

"No, you don't even have the strength to resist me now, don't try to quibble, you're full of food and take the big black, we're going to the outside of the city."

Mu Qingao left that night and took almost all his intelligence network with him, although Song Yu changed his surname with Qingyun, but he was a Beihu in his bones, so he rarely approached Mu Qingao's side, just to avoid suspicion.

Now it's too late to regret it, he has an accident, and the people who stay at home don't know who to ask for help.

Fortunately, Liu Yanping has already passed the news to the capital, and Lin Xu Ao and Chu Tianhui will come over in a few days, but time waits for no one, they have disappeared for so many days, who knows what happened?

Doubao obediently finished eating and joined Song Batian, who was left in the courtyard.

"Don't you tell my mother?" Doubao held a towel commonly used by Mu Qingao in his hand, ready to let Da Hei smell it and see if he could find clues outside the city.

"Telling your mother will only increase her worries, Guo's mother said that my sister has already slept, and we will strive to return within an hour, and we will have the opportunity to go again tomorrow."

Song Yu and Song Batian originally wanted to take Da Hei by themselves, but in addition to being friendly to their family of three, this wolf was simply cold-blooded and ruthless to others, ignoring them, and when they were in a hurry, they bared their teeth and exposed their sharp canine teeth, eager to bite off each other's throats in the next second, and they couldn't eat at all.

This idiot is quite affectionate!

The carriage was speeding on the streets, and the people avoided it one after another, they all knew the carriage of the Lin Mansion, and the carriages of the Lin Mansion frequently entered and exited the city in the past few days, and many people talked about it, saying that Lord Lin, who overthrew the Xie family, seemed to be in trouble.

Out of the city, ten miles out of the land is the mountain where Mu Qingao and they disappeared. Doubao got out of the carriage and untied the rope for Da Hei, but Da Hei walked slowly in the opposite direction.

"Big Black?" Doubao looked at it puzzled.

Da Hei gave him a "whoop" and continued to walk forward.

"Let's take a look, maybe we've all been in the wrong direction these days."

Song Yu drove, Dou Bao and Song Batian sat in the car, Da Hei sniffed east and west on the side of the road, and occasionally stopped to think about it carefully, and soon the three of them came to a fork in the road.

This is the official road leading to the next town.

"Wouldn't it? We have been looking near Gusu, how can Da Hei judge that the prince has left Gusu? ”

This matter is not trivial, if he continues to track down, he will inevitably leave Gusu, and Song Qingyun will definitely be very worried.

"Little uncle, let's go back first, I'll find a way to lie to my mother early tomorrow morning, and then bring Da Hei over to check."

This is also a way to do it, the next day Doubao asked Liu Yanping to help him lie, saying that he would go to Fumanlou to dispense medicine and let Doubao help him distribute herbs.

Song Qingyun nodded in agreement, and after a few people left, they went straight to the official road, Da Hei was the same as yesterday, he didn't go up the mountain at all, and ran quickly to the nearby town.

The next city is called Quzhou, about seventy or eighty miles away from Gusu, and it is mainly planted with tea. At this time, it was close to the end of the year, and many beggars in ragged clothes suddenly appeared on the official road, and people dressed in official clothes drove them away with whips.

Liu Yanping frowned and stopped an official to ask what was going on.

The official saw that they could take out Wen Die, and understood that Liu Yanping's identity was not simple.

"Hui Yu, these Diao people are tea farmers in Qushan, a few days ago there was a fire in Qushan, their houses and fields were burned down, and the city has been placed in a foothold, these people are not satisfied, they want to go to the rich Gusu City to beg, and they broke into the official road without permission, which startled the adult's carriage."

I see, Liu Yanping thought about it and asked, "Why is Qushan on fire?"

"A few nights ago, Qushan suddenly broke into a group of black-clothed people and gray-clothed people, when the whole Qushan killing sound shook the sky, and there were those bold people who came out to watch, saying that those gray-clothed people didn't know what Yang was in their hands, and they caught sparks on their clothes, and the black-clothed people suffered heavy casualties, and the villages near Qushan were also affected by the powder, including the trees on the mountain were burned."

There is no doubt that the man in black is the secret guard of King Jing, so who is the man in gray? can use powder to kill people, except for the ghost talent Xie Chen, there should be no second talent.

"This brother, can you take me to see the corpses of those men in black?" Liu Yanping asked in a panic.

Several of them were taken to a stone house at the foot of Qushan Mountain, and Da Hei sniffed around, making a "whine" sound in his mouth, which made Doubao's heart cool all of a sudden.

"Doubao, you're waiting outside." Liu Yanping said in a deep voice, and then straightened his waist and strode in.

"Little aunt!" Doubao's trembling body was hugged by Song Batian, and Song Batian, who was not good at expressing himself, buried his head in his back.

"Doubao, the prince will be fine."

Liu Yanping and Song Yu came out with black faces for a long time, there were a total of eight charred corpses inside, their faces could not be distinguished, Liu Yanping could not distinguish from a symbol carved on the soles of their feet, these people were indeed Mu Qingao's secret guards.

"The prince and Jiang Jue are both alive, and there are a total of twelve secret guards in Gusu, which means that there are still four people following the prince."

"So, Daddy is still alive?" Doubao asked with teary eyes.

"Yes!" Liu Yanping nodded heavily, he stepped aside and whispered to the official who brought them, asking him to send people to the temple outside Gusu City, he wanted to find the master of the temple to overtake the eight people.