Mo Fugui, who looked confused, was smashed on the nose by the door and almost bled out.

Holding his hands together, he wondered in his heart: What happened to the prince today, why did he become so filial?

Ren was full of doubts in his heart, and at this time, he could only carefully carry the talisman and leave Sun Linghe's bedroom.

And Nangong Mountain has already been swimming with Sun Linghe in bed, turning over the river and the sea.

"Dead ghost, why haven't you come to see the slave family for so long?"

"They all say that you have a strange disease, and the slave family is worried about death."

"You tap ......"

"The prince spares his life!"

In the quilt, the spring words are gorgeous, Nangong Mountain is like a tiger descending the mountain, working hard, and not caring about Nangong Qing who is sleeping soundly on the side.

Eight years ago, in order to curry favor with Nangong Qing, Nangong Shan found Sun Linghe among the people, and saw that she was beautiful and hot, so he dedicated her to Nangong Qing.

At that time, he had just been crowned king, and he was directly promoted from the prince of Yiding to the fifth ding.

It can be seen that Nangong Qing loves Sun Linghe.

But.

Sun Linghe's charm, Nangong Mountain has never forgotten.

Finally, they quietly got along.

Sun Linghe also gave birth to a son to Nangong Mountain, who is today's protagonist Nangong Ji.

This made Nangong Shan even more unable to let go of Sun Linghe, and secretly had a tryst at every opportunity.

Because the matter was done secretly, there were not many times, and it was not revealed.

Carrying the Beishan military talisman, Mo Fugui clasped his hands on his chest and cautiously passed by the banquet.

He wanted to call Lin Tianchong, but when he saw that he was already staggering, he was worried in his heart, so he could only leave by himself.

Suddenly, he discovered something.

Li Feibai and Nangong Ding are gone!

This made Mo Fugui even more anxious, his feet did not stop, and he immediately walked towards the outside of the palace.

Liu Chongyong stood there waiting, and when he saw Mo Fugui coming out, he immediately stepped forward and asked, "Chief, why didn't the prince come?"

Ignoring his question, Mo Fugui asked directly, "Have you seen King Zhao and Vain?"

If the two want to leave the palace, they must pass through Liu Chongyong.

"See, just left."

"Two together?" Mo Fugui asked with a glare.

"No, Vain Fei Li will go first, and King Zhao will follow."

"Oops." Mo Fugui stomped his feet.

"The prince didn't come, if Tsing Yi Si does it, what should we do?"

"Let's go, go to Beishan immediately, I hope it's time."

"Chief, Beishan is too far away from the southwest of the city, and once you come and go, Vain Fei Li has already been robbed." Liu Chongyong spoke.

"So what the hell should I do?" Mo Fugui was so anxious that he wanted to cry.

He had never decided on such a major event, and now that the talisman was in his hands, in case things didn't go well, Nangong Mountain wouldn't kill him alive.

"Back to the Qi Palace, there are still a thousand Beishan troops there, hoping to stop the people of the Tsing Yi Division."

"Then what are you waiting for, hurry up." Mo Fugui urged.

"However, without the talisman, the Beishan Army cannot be mobilized." Liu Chongyong said again.

"Oh, the talisman is here, let's go."

After speaking, Mo Fugui pulled him and went straight to the outside of the palace.

The two did not sit in a sedan chair, but rode the same horse and galloped away.

In the dark under the palace wall, Li Feibai walked out slowly, followed by Nangong Ding.

"Lord Wang, whether it can be done or not depends on the ability of your Tsing Yi Division." Li Feibai said softly.

"Fei Li, don't worry, this king will never let you down."

Although the weather was overcast and cold, the heavy rain gradually stopped, and there were more and more pedestrians on the road.

They are clothed in lichen and do not dare to stop for a living.

Picking, carting, delivery, and so on.

Mo Fugui and the two didn't care about being wet in the rain, and rode their horses on the long street.

The palace of the king of Qi is more than ten miles away from the imperial palace, and the speed of riding a horse in the imperial city cannot be too fast, and it will take two quarters of an hour to reach it at the earliest.

Anxious in his heart, Mo Fugui kept urging Liu Chongyong, who was riding the horse.

"Hurry, hurry."

"Drive!"

The whip was whipped, and the horse galloped wildly.

Suddenly.

A cart full of vegetables collapsed in the middle of the road due to a slippery road in the rain.

The vegetables were scattered all over the ground, the cart man turned over on his back, and the only wheel was still rolling.

"Woohoo"

The horse was frightened and let out a long roar.

After all, he was a general of Beishan, and although Liu Chongyong was shocked in his heart, he reacted extremely quickly.

He grabbed the reins of the horse with one hand and held it firmly around the horse's neck with the other.

This is a knee-jerk action to prevent yourself from falling off your horse.

"Hiss"

The horse roared, its front hooves jerked up, and the horse stood tall.

The speed was too fast, and Mo Fugui, who was sitting behind him, was thrown out and smashed on a man.

And Liu Chongyong, holding the horse's neck firmly, was fine.

"Ah......h

There were a few screams of pain on the street, and Mo Fugui and the man rolled together.

"My waist ......" The man clutched his waist, his face very painful.

Mo Fugui smashed on him, but nothing happened.

He secretly rejoiced.

Quickly getting up, Mo Fugui's heart sank, and he touched the talisman in his arms.

Thankfully, it's still there!

Without saying a word, he was going to get back on the horse.

"You want to go?" The porter next to him, perhaps the friend of the smashed man, stepped forward and grabbed Mo Fugui.

"What do you want?"

"That man's waist was broken by you, and you didn't say a word, you just wanted to leave?"

"Yes, who is this person, in broad daylight, is there still a king's law?"

The person next to him began to talk.

was already anxious, but now seeing that people are indignant, Mo Fugui can't help but be angry.

"What nonsense? Do you know who I am?"

His eyes were fierce, and he glared angrily at the crowd in the street.

"I don't care who you are, if you hit someone, you have to lose money."

The man who was knocked down was holding his waist on the ground, constantly wailing in pain.

People at the bottom have a commonality, they can't see rich and noble people bullying them, and whenever this happens, they will not stand on the same front.

There were more and more onlookers, pointing and pointing. Z.br>

Helplessly, Mo Fugui took out a silver ticket from his sleeve and stuffed it into the man's hand.

"One hundred taels, that's enough."

With that, he turned around and was about to get on his horse.

"I can't walk yet, my friend's waist seems to be broken, you have to help carry me to a nearby medical center."

The man pulled Mo Fugui's sleeve.

"Don't take an inch." Mo Fugui's eyes were fierce, and he shook off his hand.

"Yo, it's still so fierce when you hurt someone, is there no royal law at the feet of the Son of Heaven?"

"Yes, why is this person so domineering, I don't know which family it is?"

"Alas, there are many princes and nobles in the imperial city, maybe he is."

"It doesn't matter what kind of nobleman he is, he will be responsible for hurting people."

Seeing that everyone said a word, Mo Fugui said secretly: If he is recognized as the person of the King of Qi, wouldn't it damage the prestige of the prince.

Thinking of this, he took out two silver tickets from his sleeve again and stuffed them at random to the two people watching the excitement.

"You help me carry him to the infirmary, and the money is yours."

"No." The man snatched the silver ticket and stuffed it back to Mo Fugui.

"He's broken in the waist now, if he causes a second injury, who is responsible?"

The implication was that he had to ask Mo Fugui to carry the man to the hospital.