Cheng Shuiyao didn't rush to express her position after hearing this, she pondered seriously for a while before she said seriously, "You have to think about it, if there is another accident in this matter, we are very likely to be doomed." ”

"There is only one strategy at the moment," Xiao Ji knew her concerns, but she didn't intend to give up her thoughts, "If you go further, you will be lucky, and if you take a step back, you will be a murderer, and the probability of fifty percent, what if we gamble?" ”

"Since you want to gamble, then I will accompany you to gamble," Cheng Shuiyao's tense face finally burst into a smile, "Even if you fail, you can die together." ”

"Don't say such frustrating words," Xiao Ji hurriedly sealed her mouth with her fingers and shook her head at her.

Cheng Shuiyao knew that what she said was inappropriate, so she stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and didn't say anything.

Xiao Ji saw that she was embarrassed, so she took the initiative to end the topic and started talking about something else.

We talked until noon, and the ink book was ready.

"Back to the master, this matter has been done," Mo Shu was still a little reluctant, but his tone was not as rushed as in the morning.

"Then we'll leave after lunch," Xiao Ji nodded, glanced up and down at the ink book, and sighed, "This is the way to seek safety in danger, and the only way to break the current predicament, I know you don't want to, but you must do as I say in this matter." ”

Moshu was visibly stunned for a moment, knowing that Xiao Ji was talking to him, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.

But who made him the master?

Mo Shu smiled, then became serious, and nodded at Xiao Ji.

"Moqi, you are responsible for cooperating with Moshu, and if there is an accident, you must protect Madame as soon as possible," Xiao Ji pondered for a moment, then raised his eyes and added the most important one.

"Leave me alone!" Cheng Shuiyao stopped directly, looking at Xiao Ji's eyes full of refusal.

"Yes!" Moqi didn't give her a chance to refuse at all, and directly agreed to the matter, and then left in a hurry with Moshu.

"We are trained to be the master in everything." Mo Shu followed Mo Qi for a long distance before he pulled his hand and asked him to look at him.

"I know," Moqi nodded, "but I can't let my master know." ”

"Are you cheating ......" Mo Shu's eyes widened instantly, he didn't expect Mo Qi to dare to lie in front of Xiao Ji

"Well," Mo Qi nodded directly, acquiescing to Mo Shu's guess, "In the trade-off, it is the master who is the most important, but if the lady is in danger, I will still sacrifice my life to save her." ”

Hearing this, Mo Shu subconsciously tightened his hand, and quietly let go after half a sound.

"Don't be so pessimistic," Mo Qi took the lead in coming out of this emotion, shaking Mo Shu's sleeve and speaking, "Let's still believe in the master." ”

"Well, I believe," Moshu said as if comforting himself, but his eyes were still full of sorrow.

At noon that day, a procession of white things quietly walked towards the city gate.

"What are you doing out there?" The officers and soldiers defending the city covered their noses and spoke, glaring at the ink book with a fierce look.

"Back to the official, my son-in-law is gone, and now he will be sent to the ancestral cemetery for burial." Moshu lowered his head and spoke, deducing his cringe to the fullest.

"Then why are there two coffins?" The officers and men were extremely vigilant, and reached out to push the lid of the coffin.

"Don't don't," Mo Shu hurriedly stopped, and said with a flattering face, "My son-in-law left before he got married, so my father-in-law spent a lot of money to find a wife for my son-in-law to be buried with, in order to ......"

He didn't say the rest too clearly, but the officers and soldiers were also people who had seen strong winds and waves, and he could guess what he had overlooked.

"Panic if you have money to burn," the officer snorted coldly, and then continued to push the coffin.

"Official!" Moshu was a little anxious, "Haven't you made it all clear, why do you still need to read it?" ”

"Routine," the officer glared at Moshu and pushed the lid of the coffin open, revealing the scene inside.

In the coffin, Nie Yuanheng looked defeated, lying upright, and wearing a festive red robe.

"What does that mean?" The officers and soldiers pointed to the red clothes and turned their heads to look at the ink book.

"I said that I was going to send it down for marriage," Mo Shu blinked at the officers and soldiers, and it was difficult to explain this matter too clearly.

"Hmph," the officer and soldier didn't say anything, snorted coldly again, and raised his hand to open another coffin.

Cheng Shuiyao is also pale, but her face was deliberately coated with rouge, and now she looks a little spicy.

"What kind of eyes is this?" The officers and men withdrew their gaze in disgust, and their tones were full of contempt.

"After all, it's a dead man," Mo Shu rubbed his hands, quickly took out a bag of silver from his sleeve and handed it to the officers and soldiers, "You've checked everything, you should let it go, right?" ”

The officers and soldiers disdainfully weighed the silver, and when they saw that the weight was not light, the expression on their faces softened a little, and they slowly took a step back.

Mo Shu breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly beckoned the others to seal the coffin, and hurriedly walked out.

In the space, Cheng Shuiyao was bored flipping through the books in her hands, obviously a little absent-minded.

The space inside the coffin was too cramped, and she would feel depressed after staying for a long time, so she simply came here.

But after reading several books in a row, she felt that she couldn't read it at all, and her mind was full of Xiao Ji's plan.

According to their plan, they will play dead all the way, waiting for the prime minister to receive the news and send someone to check.

At that time, as long as they can get through the trick, they can make the prime minister believe that they are really dead, and the follow-up will be easier.

But the prime minister is also an old fox, and he can't really let this routine get past before he knows.

I still have to think of a perfect way.

Cheng Shuiyao moved her muscles and bones, wanting to let go of her thinking.

It was at this time that a book on the shelf suddenly caught her attention.

"Turtle Breath Dafa?" Cheng Shuiyao curiously pulled out the book, and then turned a few pages.

This is about the method of holding your breath, Cheng Shuiyao flipped through it for a while and found that this is not a difficult thing to learn.

As long as you learn the Turtle Breath Dafa, you can hide your breath, so that you can be no different from a dead person.

Cheng Shuiyao raised her eyebrows slightly, and then quickly read the book.

Countless golden Chinese characters were beating in front of him, and Cheng Shuiyao remembered them attentively, not daring to delay for half a minute.

After all, there are many hurdles along the way, and they may not be able to buy all the officers and soldiers, so it is better to prepare another set of plans in advance.

Cheng Shuiyao read silently and threw herself into it.

This thing is actually not difficult to learn, Cheng Shuiyao studied for half an afternoon, and he was able to use this turtle breath Dafa eighty or ninety.

In order to test the results, Cheng Shuiyao put her fingers under her nose and began to hold her breath seriously.