Jincheng's words made Mu Huanyan fall into contemplation.

She had indeed heard before that Beigong Ye was a rare filial son, not only did he have to go to his mother's grave every year, but he would also stay there for at least two or three days before leaving.

It's just that Mu Huanyan still didn't expect that this man loved his mother more seriously than she imagined.

Speaking of which, she had also heard some rumors before, the strange death of the old princess, and Mu Huanyan thought of the strange poison that Beigong Ye was born with, so she became more and more curious.

But Mu Huanyan didn't know the specific things, and she felt more and more that the man Beigong Ye was like a fog, making it difficult for people to see him clearly.

Not only dangerous, but also mysterious, this man's body is really hiding too many secrets.

Knowing that it was impossible for them to disobey Beigong Ye's order in Jincheng, Mu Huanyan stretched out his hand worriedly, then rubbed his eyebrows, and finally said helplessly, "Okay, but before you enter Beigong Ye's Moon Han Palace, tell him not to mess around, and if he feels unwell, come and inform me immediately." ”

When Jin Cheng heard Mu Huanyan's words, he hesitated as if he wanted to speak.

It's just that the expression on Jincheng's face changed rapidly, and almost instantly hid all his emotions deeply, as if nothing had happened at the beginning, he obediently lowered his head, "Yes, my subordinates understand, please rest assured." ”

"Miss, the slave maid has heard that the Moon Cold Palace is a natural ice cave before, and the water in it is dripping into ice." Yuzhu looked interested, thinking to herself, His Royal Highness the Prince Regent did not allow others to enter the Yuehan Palace, but he wanted to take his own young lady with him, which showed how much he loved the young lady.

It's just that Yuzhu just can't figure it out, what does Miss think? Why do you want to refuse, you know, this is something that no one else can ask for.

Looking into the distance, Mu Huanyan did not answer Yuzhu, but alone, quietly silent.

That night, late at night, on a path deep in the mountains.

A line of dark guards are all strong, in this cold night, as if the iron horse is facing forward without saying a word, the seriousness of that face is all written on the face, and at this moment, striding forward, it looks solemn and mighty.

Among them, a dark carriage looks very low-key at a glance, but in fact, the carriage is surrounded by extremely rare horses, and the carriage glows faintly and coldly in the moonlight, which is unfathomable, and the decoration in the carriage is even more extravagant.

I saw the poignant night through the curtain of the carriage, slowly projecting on the face of the handsome god-like man in the carriage.

The hazy moonlight added a little indifference to the man's rejection of people thousands of miles away.

As if the colors between heaven and earth were dim in front of the man, he was a thousand-year-old rakshasa condensed in the vast night, and the demons were overwhelmed, and the mystery revealed the danger of palpitations.

It's like a deadly poison, obviously dangerous, but it makes people fall uncontrollably.

At this moment, his eyes were lowered, Beigong Ye seemed to be pretending to sleep, and his slender eyelashes cast a deep silhouette on his too pale face.

The breathing was inaudible, and Beigong Ye's weak breath was distressing, as if even that breath was about to stop abruptly.