Nan Mo comforted her that she was fine, and followed the little girl to return to Steward Liu's words.

Nan Mo was not familiar with the road in Jingfu, and was led left and right by the girl who passed the word, and the more she went, the more she deviated. Nan Mo became alert at this time, but when he arrived at the end of the verandah, the girl who passed the word was stunned and told Nan Mo to wait here, and the person left.

Nan Mo looked around, and then the alarm bell rang out, and she was about to return along the same path, but when she turned around, she saw a reckless man walking towards her.

The big man obviously had something in his cuffs, and when he approached, he was still silent, and when Nan Mo was about to slip away, he showed his fierce face, pulled out the dagger on the cuffs, and stabbed at her.

Almost a knee-jerk reaction, she turned her arm and struck Dahan's wrist at a strange angle, pulling away the dagger, but she was inevitably cut open by Sen Ran's blade, and blood seeped instantly. Nan Mo ran away.

The big man didn't expect his dagger to be snatched easily, and his heart was shocked, and he ran after the petite figure.

Steward Liu gave a death order, send this dead girl to see Yan Luo, he can't miss it, otherwise he won't be able to mix in this Jingfu in the future.

couldn't care where to run, Nan Mo panicked, not knowing who could save her, and occasionally passers-by avoided her.

Joke, who dares to touch Aunt Fang's moldy head? The big man was Steward Liu's person, it was Aunt Fang who nodded, Nan Mo had no way to ask for help, so he could only take off his ill-fitting shoes and run forward barefoot.

The big man behind him couldn't help but be depressed, this dead girl has such good endurance, and she doesn't have the style of her daughter's family.

Nan Mo wanted to go to a crowded place, but she was not familiar with the road, and the more she ran away, the more desolate she became.

Nanmo's scalp was numb, and he encountered a courtyard, and wrote the word "Beiyuan", so he broke in.

The big man behind him didn't follow him directly, as if he had some scruples.

Around, faintly, Nan Mo saw a small pavilion, and in the pavilion, there was a man in a plain robe sitting sideways in the pavilion. One person, one treasure, one sandalwood burner......

The black fox has a big hair, a white robe, just looking at the side face, and the lines are clean, you know that he is a son who is as warm as jade.

"Childe, help me." Nan Mo did not shy away from entering the pavilion. She ran out of breath, and the bun that Mingqin had braided for her in the morning was already scattered and dirty.

Ersheng in the shadows is in his heart, and he is a desperate person. The lord's temperament seems to be gentle, but his bones are extremely cold, and he has reached the point of ignoring irrelevant people.

He still remembers that in the winter of the previous year, because a girl named Red Sleeve under Hou's hand was restless, she tried in vain to climb into the master's bed.

was hated by the Fang family, and had a murderous intent, the red sleeves and beaten clothes were not covered, and there were blood marks all over his body, but he still broke free from the guard, ran to Beiyuan, and tried his best to beg his master.

But there is really no trace of compassion on the face of the master, and his indifferent appearance seems to have nothing to do with him.

Er Sheng watched the red blood splash on the master's robe, and the woman's deathless appearance before leaving still appeared in front of him.

Ersheng snorted lightly, what was she unwilling to do? The same lowly methods as the Fang family, and they also tried in vain to dirty the master's place.

Jing Mohuai heard the sound, she didn't even look at it, she was obviously sitting on the stone bench, but even her posture seemed to be much higher than her.

His eyes are slightly constricted, his lips are lightly pursed into a line, and the color in his eyes is hidden, just because of the small chess game under his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Nan Mo's face was slightly stunned, took two steps forward, and bent over.

Are you ready to cry, make trouble, and hang yourself? Ersheng in the dark wanted to yawn, women are like this, entangled tightly.

The Fang clan has always been at odds with the young master, but with this play, being seen by others, he still doesn't know how to toss?

Who knew that the plot reversed so quickly, and the next moment, Nan Mo was half a body shorter, but he didn't plan to kowtow to beg a man.

"Help me, or we'll die together." A fierce tone forced out of the chattering teeth.

The white blade was cold and lay across the man's neck, where she had no experience, so much so that when the dagger touched it, she saw blood.

"Master", Ersheng almost screamed.