Hearing the voices outside, Su Xuanqing was slightly stunned, but he didn't carefully ponder the words that the man said. Just for an instant, after being stunned, his hand deepened in strength, and the blade was already close to his skin.

"Tell your men to get the wagon away quickly."

Su Xuanqing's voice was cold, and the threat was already full of his tone.

She could feel the chaotic footsteps around her becoming clearer.

A hint of playfulness flashed in the man's eyes, as if he was savoring her words.

After a long time, his thin lips opened lightly, "Mo Lan, go home." ”

His voice was as cold as a breeze.

"Yes."

The man named Mo Lan narrowed his eyes slightly, bowed his head respectfully, and then sat in the coachman's seat and drove the carriage.

In the quiet alley, the sound of horses' hooves sounded. In a moment, a rather delicate carriage slowly drove towards the market.

Crowds of people stood on both sides to make way for the noble and luxurious carriage.

Feeling the carriage moving, Su Xuanqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But there was no aftertaste of the conversation between the two inside and outside the carriage at all.

His eyelids were heavy, and Su Xuanqing wanted to pull his left shoulder hard, trying to stay awake. But before he could reach his left shoulder, he became weak and weak, and both hands hung down.

The blade fell on the man's leg without her support, Su Xuanqing bit her lip, and wanted to reach out again, or because of excessive blood loss, her whole body was unable to struggle anymore, and in a drowsy state, she also fell straight on the man's leg, and her heavy eyelids were finally closed.

The deep ink eyes stared faintly at the person on his lap.

For a moment, she picked up the blade beside her with interest.

The blade is extremely sharp, and it seems to have a slight cold light, and the handle of the knife shows a deep color, but the peculiarity is that there is a pearl inlaid in the hilt.

This pearl is white and flawless, but it is set on this ordinary blade, which is really a little out of place.

Raising his white and bony hand, the man gently stroked the pearl, his eyes were very cold.

After a long time, he slowly turned his gaze to the person on his lap, and at this time she was lying on top of him, looking very well-behaved. It's just that she left too much blood, and it has stained a lot of his clothes.

Seeing that the robe, which was clean and without a trace of dust, was now stained with small patches of blood, he couldn't help frowning, and with a slight movement of his hand forward, the man left his lap and fell aside.

With a wave of his hand, the blood stains on his robe were gone.

He lowered his head and looked at the person who had already passed out, his thin lips opened slightly, revealing a bit of lightness, "You are still the first person who dares to threaten this king." ”

……

It's night, and it's silent.

Seven Princes' Mansion, study.

"Lord Wang, why did you save that woman?"

Mo Lan stood beside the black wood bookcase and asked in a respectful voice to the man sitting on the mahogany chair.

The man leaned lazily on the mahogany chair, his whole body was cold and cold, as if he was rejecting people thousands of miles away. At this time, he was playing with a blade in his hand like white jade.

The knobly jointed fingers seem to have no chance of touching the pearl at the hilt.

The Pearl of the South China Sea...

……

"Do you remember the sky in the sky a few days and nights ago?"

His voice was faint, revealing a bit of coldness.

Mo Lan nodded, "That night was stormy, thunder and lightning were raging, and in the middle of the night, there were also stars and stones falling. According to the principles of heaven, there are visions. ”

He raised his eyes in response, the deep phoenix eyes covered the deepest mystery, and the pearl under his fingers was still so white and flawless, although it seemed to be plain, but it actually concealed deep meaning.