Twelve black-clothed men stood in a row, blocking the way ahead, and the weapons in their hands were braving the cold light.

Zhao Yiheng stroked his forehead and said helplessly: "It's really perseverance." ”

After speaking, he quickly got into the carriage of Mu Mingshu and Bai Youling.

Master Huang pulled out a big knife and stood by the carriage, and scolded: "Damn, Lao Tzu has deposited money this time, so many people have come to rob it." ”

Those people in black don't talk nonsense, they start fighting when they come up, and fortunately, although those dart masters are not as good as those in black, they can also carry them.

No matter how fierce the fight was outside, Zhao Yiheng had no intention of getting out of the car, Bai Youling clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, it was the first time she had encountered such a thing when she was so big, and her face turned pale with fright; But Mu Mingshu didn't know how to sleep well.

Zhao Yiheng closed his eyes, counting the time in his heart, and he didn't know how long it was, his eyes opened suddenly, a smile hooked up at the corner of his lips, and his voice was light: "It's here." ”

It didn't take long to hear the sound of Qi Lie's horses' hooves, even Bai Youling, who didn't know martial arts, could hear how much and fast the sound of horses' hooves expressed, and she looked at Zhao Yiheng a little nervously: "Brother Heng, these are friends and enemies." ”

"Friend or foe." Zhao Yiheng chuckled, the whole person relaxed, forgetting that there was still a wound on his back, leaning against the wall of the car, screaming in pain, and immediately sat up straight.

Bai Youling was stunned by this sentence, glanced at him sympathetically, and saw that he looked confident, and didn't say anything at the moment.

The people fighting outside also seemed to hear the sound of horses' hooves, and after a while there was no sound.

I only heard Master Huang's rough voice shouting: "Damn, what are you running, you want to run after killing Lao Tzu's brothers, and when Lao Tzu encounters you again one day, you will be killed first." ”

Zhao Yiheng sneered: "Master Huang's taste is heavy. ”

Master Huang: "......"

The horse's hooves bring up a lot of dust, and you can eat a mouthful of dust just by opening your mouth.

Zhao Yiheng came out of the carriage and saw Wen Ziran riding on a tall horse, and said with a smile: "The speed is fast." ”

Wen Ziran took the twenty people who were transferred out of the army from the army, dismounted and saluted: "See His Royal Highness King Rui." ”

The voice was particularly majestic in this empty valley, and Master Huang was startled: "Ouch mother, this dart is really more expensive than gold." ”

"Get up." Zhao Yiheng's voice was faint, and he pointed to the carriage behind him and said, "The person is inside, he is seriously ill, you can take it back earlier." ”

"Thank you, Lord Wang." Wen Ziran shook Zhao Yiheng to the end, and without waiting for him to respond, he got up and hugged Mu Mingshu who was lying in the carriage, and thanked Zhao Yiheng again.

Zhao Yiheng's eyes were fixed on Mu Mingshu's pale cheeks, and he waved his hand and smiled: "She was scared like this by a corpse, if she was really scared to death, I am afraid that she is also the first county lord to be scared to death by a corpse." ”

He stepped forward and said to Mu Mingshu in disgust: "It's really embarrassing." ”

Mu Mingshu's eyes moved, but no one noticed.

Wen Ziran hugged Mu Mingshu and took a step back, his face was not very good: "Lord Wang, if there is nothing to do, I will take the first step." ”

"Let's go." Zhao Yiheng waved his hand, put his hands behind his back, and watched Wen Ziran leave with Mu Mingshu until he disappeared, and then turned around and got into the carriage.

Wen Ziran took Mu Mingshu to take the first step, Zhao Yiheng and Bai Youling were still escorted by the people of the dart bureau, plus ten more people left by Wen Ziran, this time they were not in a hurry or slow and leisurely.

……

Mu Mingshu had a very long and tired dream, in which there were majestic palaces, gorgeous Chenwang Mansion, Xiao Defeat of the General's Mansion, Zhao Yitong who seemed to be smiling, Shen Chuyao with a kind face, and more than 120 lives on the guillotine of the Mu family.

The tragic death in the dungeon had no eyes, no tongue, no kneecaps, and even the flesh on his body was cut off piece by piece, and he couldn't breathe until the end.

Those pasts surfaced one by one, overwhelming Mu Ming, those tragic pasts were all caused by her, and she was the culprit.

Shame, regret, resentment, every emotion kept burning in her body, she wondered, as long as she died, would she not be so painful, as long as she died, would she not have to go through those pains.

But she didn't die after all, Zhao Yiyi and Shen Chuyao, the two sluts, are not dead yet, how can she make them comfortable.

and Zhao Yiheng, who took advantage of himself so much, did he think he would let him go like this?

It was Wen Ziran who kept watch in front of her couch for two nights and a day, and finally pulled Mu Mingshu back from the ghost gate.

She opened her eyes and gritted her teeth and said, "Zhao Yiheng, that bastard, who said that I let the corpse scare to death, whose person did I lose......"

Wen Ziran held the fine white porcelain medicine bowl, crying and laughing: "It seems that I have to thank His Royal Highness King Rui a little more." The gaze in his eyes was still gentle, but he was inexplicably a little lost.

Zhao Yiheng was lying on the pineapple rocking chair basking in the sun, closing his eyes and listening to Moshi's report, only to hear that Mu Mingshu woke up and smiled: "It is said that the scourge will last for a thousand years, if she dies like this, this king still thinks it is strange." ”

As he spoke, he opened his eyes again, his eyes were cold, and his voice was a little cold: "What is the fourth brother of this king doing now?" It's not good to be so busy every day. ”

Moshi lowered his eyes and returned: "His Royal Highness King Chen is preparing for marriage. ”

"Oh?" Zhao Yiheng replied without yin or yang, and then laughed weirdly: "This is a good thing, it seems that this king has to give him a big gift." ”

The wedding date of Zhao Yiyi, the king of Chen, was changed from April 20 to March 28, which was the first prince to suddenly change the marriage date since the opening of the Dadu dynasty. What should have deserved the attention of the general public has become boring because of the shipwreck in the moat on March 3.

On the night of the second day when Mu Mingshu woke up, Zhao Yiheng was ushered in again in Shaohua Garden.

This time he took off his moon-white robe and changed into a dark purple robe, with the rosewood comb still hanging from his waist, and the jade crown tied his hair, looking no different from the past, but there was a difference, seeing that his face was bloodless, the smile between his eyebrows and eyes disappeared, replaced by coldness.

Mu Mingshu was originally lazily lying on the carved bed, and he was already surprised by Zhao Yiheng's invasion of her boudoir, and when he saw his appearance, he didn't want to stab: "Didn't you see a female ghost, get lustful, and hook the soul away?" ”

Zhao Yiheng was not annoyed, sat down in front of the couch without saying a word, and lifted the brocade quilt under his feet when Mu Mingshu was defenseless.

Frightened, Mu Mingshu sat up violently, and muttered: "What do you do, don't take an inch." ”

Zhao Yiheng raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Mingshu, there was no temperature in his eyes, and his voice was cold: "Don't move, don't blame this king for doing something if you don't obey." ”

Mu Mingshu really didn't dare to move at the moment, who said that he couldn't beat him.

Zhao Yiheng gently rolled Mu Mingshu's dirty pants to his knees, revealing a slender white calf, the wound on the knee had been slightly scabbed, and the dark red scar looked particularly hideous.

Mu Mingshu shrank a little uncomfortably, but was immediately pressed by Zhao Yiheng.

"Don't move." As he spoke, he took out a green jade porcelain bottle from his arms, sprinkled the medicine powder in the bottle on the wound, and looked at the small feet again, only to see that the top had been treated, his eyes darkened, and he sprinkled some medicine powder on it.

Only slightly lowered his eyes to see Zhao Yiheng's handsome face, serious expression, delicate and gentle movements, somehow, Mu Mingshu's face suddenly seemed to be like a morning glow, and the deer in her heart kept beating, which made her very uncomfortable.

As soon as Zhao Yiheng looked up, he saw Mu Mingshu's dodging gaze, crimson cheeks, the original depressed mood dissipated a little this time, and gently rubbed the soft hair on the top of her head and smiled: "What, seeing that this king is so intimate, is it that you are moved and swear that you will not marry if it is not this king?" ”

Mu Mingshu retracted his feet into the brocade quilt and glared at him viciously: "I suspect that you poisoned me." ”

"......" Zhao Yiheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "What did this king do when he poisoned you, you are going to die, this king is a widower." ”

provoked Mu Mingshu to glare at him viciously: "The injuries on your body are healed, it's not good to recuperate in the mansion, and you will come out for a walk in the middle of the night." ”

Zhao Yiheng waved his hand indifferently and smiled: "The lady cares about her husband, even if it is a big injury, it will be healed." ”

"Zhao Yiheng, can you clean your mouth?" Mu Mingshu roared angrily: "Otherwise, you get out of here." ”

Seeing that she was really angry, Zhao Yiheng shrugged with a smile but stopped talking.

For a while, the atmosphere was cold for no reason, and the whole room was terrifyingly quiet.

Mu Mingshu didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned over and covered the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, when she was sleepy, she suddenly heard Zhao Yiheng speak: "That village was slaughtered, and no one survived." ”

His voice was low and sad, with a hint of grief and remorse: "The fire burned for two days, and there was no clue, and no one knew how those people died. ”

Mu Mingshu, who was originally sleepy, sat up suddenly, and his sleepiness dissipated without a trace, and he opened his mouth, but found that his chest was stuffy and he couldn't say a word.

In that village, she didn't have any image, but she learned from Wen Ziran that she and Zhao Yiheng and Bai Youling were rescued by the people there, and she didn't even know what the person's name was and what he looked like.

But the whole village was wiped out because they saved the three of them, and they didn't know why they died because they were afraid of death.

Mu Mingshu covered his chest, calmed himself down, his face turned pale in an instant, and it took a long time before he asked: "Why did he lose his conscience like this, what kind of festival did those people have with him, and they wanted to kill them all like this." ”

His voice was a little choked, his eyes were scarlet, and he wanted to pierce the wicked man's sword.

Zhao Yiheng didn't speak, he only remembered yesterday that he sent someone to redeem Bai Youling's pair of white jade bracelets, but he didn't expect that the bracelets had never been redeemed, but it brought such a news, the whole village was burned to ashes, no matter men, women and children, no one was alive, and even the swaddling children who had just spoken out were not spared, and that scene was that Moshi, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but sigh.