"Ah Four." After thinking about it, Murong Qiufeng's psychology became more and more uneasy, and finally called out the gray shadow.

"What do you command?" The gray shadow appeared behind him, asking indifferently, but the voice was different from the cold and empty before, and there was a bit of emotion.

"Is there anything unusual over there with the Shadow Guard?" He brought back some shadow guards from the palace that day, except for Gray Shadow, the others were assigned to protect his parents and brother, and if something happened to either side, the shadow guard would definitely be the first to send a signal to inform Gray Shadow.

"Childe, there's nothing out of the ordinary." Gray Shadow looked at him with a worried face, and replied indifferently, but after thinking about it, he took the initiative to say again, "If the son is not at ease, his subordinates can ask them." ”

Murong Qiufeng paused, and then was a little curious, "How do you ask, go now?" ”

Gray Shadow shook his head, looking at his surprised appearance, a smile flashed in his eyes, which were originally not very emotional, and then scooped out a small black flute, about the length of a finger, very similar to a miniature version of Shangguan Ye's black jade Xiao.

I saw Gray Shadow scoop out the flute, and then put it to his mouth, his fingers moved a few times, but he didn't hear a sound, but Murong Qiufeng had some illusions, as if he had heard a good flute song.

Gray Shadow breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Murong Qiufeng again, and said, "Nothing abnormal happened. ”

Murong Qiufeng also breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the little flute curiously, and thought about some communication skills between the shadow guards, but as an outsider, he was not easy to ask, after all, this was a secret.

Gray Shadow didn't automatically answer, and after finishing speaking, he put away the flute, but he didn't retreat as before, "Do you remember the song and ink flute that the master played with Childe before coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion?" ”

"Huh? What's wrong? Murong Qiufeng nodded and asked puzzled.

"That's the secret method of communication between shadows, different people use different tunes, the tunes played by Childe are the tunes that can mobilize all the shadow guards, and the ink flute is also equivalent to the token of leading the shadow guards." After the gray shadow finished speaking, Murong Qiufeng, who was stunned, dodged and disappeared somewhere.

Murong Qiufeng pursed his lips, then sighed, his expression became complicated again, after thinking about it, he still shook his head and left, riding his horse to the temple.

When he arrived at the monastery, the prime minister's wife was already preparing to return home.

"Eh, Feng'er, why are you here?" When the prime minister's wife saw her son riding a horse, she immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes, especially when she heard the words of appreciation from those around her who was discussing who this was a handsome son, she was even more happy, and her face was full of pride, her son was really good.

Murong Qiufeng turned over and dismounted, swept around vigilantly, and walked towards the prime minister's wife with a smile, "The prime minister's mansion was stabbed today, and the child is worried about the safety of his mother, so it's okay for his mother." ”

"Assassination of the Prime Minister?" The Prime Minister's wife suddenly widened her eyes, her face turned pale, and her hand holding Murong Qiufeng tightened a little.

Murong Qiufeng hurriedly reached out and patted her back to suppress the shock, "It's okay, it's okay, it's been caught, no damage has occurred, I'm waiting for my father and eldest brother to come back and deal with it." ”

"So how about you, are you hurt?" The Prime Minister's wife breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly grabbed Murong Qiufeng's hand and looked at it carefully.

Murong Qiufeng smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, is my mother going back?" ”

"Hmm." The prime minister's wife saw that her son was really fine, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of something, "Oh, you have always encountered bad things recently, so it's just right to come and worship the Buddha together." As he spoke, he grabbed Murong Qiufeng's hand and turned around and entered the Buddhist hall.

Murong Qiufeng sighed helplessly, entered the Buddhist hall, and obediently followed his mother's words, bowing three times and bowing once.

"Come, ask for another sign, well, let's ask for a marriage sign first." The prime minister's wife was already standing aside with a stick, but before Murong Qiufeng could stand up, a sticker was stuffed in his hand.

Murong Qiufeng looked at the sticker, and listened to his mother talking about what to spread out the branches and leaves, good marriage, his hands subconsciously tightened, his expression became more complicated, and he couldn't help but think of Shangguan Ye in his mind, his heart was suffocated, and when he came back to his senses, his face suddenly became a little ugly, and the stick holder in his hand almost fell, and he hurriedly scooped it up, but it happened to fall out of a stick.

When the prime minister's wife heard the voice, she opened her eyes and looked at the lot, and her eyes lit up, "Oh, it's signed, sure enough, the Buddha blesses, you wait first, and my mother will untie the sign." ”

Murong Qiufeng looked at the sign in his mother's hand in a little daze, and suddenly didn't want to stay any longer, nodded and turned around and walked out of the Buddhist hall, only to feel that his breathing was a little easier, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a touch of expectation that he didn't even notice.

But he didn't notice that there was a figure behind the giant Buddha, and some resentful eyes were watching Murong Qiufeng leave, and then looked at the prime minister's wife who was happy to sign the sign, with a touch of unwillingness and sadness in his eyes.

returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion smoothly, and what happened in the morning had been handed over to Shangguan Ye and the Prime Minister to deal with.

At night, all parts of the fortified Prime Minister's Mansion were quiet, a little too quiet, and there was no insect chirping.

Murong Qiufeng stood by the window, looking at the moonlight, his eyebrows were furrowed all the time, and he didn't know if he was too careful, or too sensitive, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it for a while, but he just felt that something was going to happen in his heart.

"Childe, what's wrong? Are you still worried, don't worry, now that the thieves are cleared, and this strict guard, I believe that mosquitoes will not be able to fly in, and Xiangye and Mrs. will not be in danger. Youxiang came in with an incense burner, and there was a soothing incense inside, she knew that Murong Qiufeng would definitely not be able to sleep well tonight, so she deliberately prepared.

Murong Qiufeng sighed softly, raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows, smelling the elegant fragrance, he felt a lot more relaxed, but he felt that the smell was somewhat familiar.

"What is this, it doesn't seem to want ordinary condensation grass?"

Youxiang raised her eyebrows, "Of course, this thing, a small grain can be worth a whole house of condensing grass, called Requiem, but what about the tribute, the prince specially asked me to take it, knowing that you will always be worried and unable to sleep when you come back." ”

"Tribute? That is, only the royal palace has it? Murong Qiufeng was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed slightly.

Youxiang didn't know why, and nodded, "It's not just the palace, this thing is still only used by the emperor." ”

Murong Qiufeng's face suddenly turned a little pale, and he walked around the room unconsciously, chewing two words in his mouth, requiem.

He did have some impressions of this fragrance, but it was definitely not in the palace, but where had he smelled it, and this sudden discovery made his heart even more uneasy.

Seeing that his expression was so serious, Youxiang couldn't help but be a little worried, thinking about it, she asked, "Childe went to the Buddhist temple to pick up his wife today, did he find anything abnormal?" ”

She just asked casually, but she didn't expect Murong Qiufeng to suddenly freeze, and then turned her head to look at him, and the sharpness of her eyes at that moment made her unconsciously regret half a step, and her heart was stunned.

"Buddhist temple ......" is right, that's it, "not good." His expression suddenly became ugly, and he turned his head to leave, when he opened the door and walked out, when he heard several high-pitched exclamations.

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