Wei Jiuyuan and others were recuperating in the medicine hall, and Mu Huaichuan and Shen Sitang went to Tianji Hall to read the files about the saints of southern Xinjiang.

Mu Huaichuan was dressed completely, his hair was not messy, and he was unscathed in the face of more than a dozen masked black-clothed people.

Shen Sitang was protected by Wei Jiu Kite, but he only suffered a little skin trauma on his arm, and he would be fine if he bandaged it.

The officials of Tianji Hall were still taking the files, and while they were waiting, Shen Sitang asked tentatively: "Right Yushi, are you still angry?" ”

Mu Huaichuan looked at her wordlessly.

Shen Sitang smiled and comforted him: "Don't be angry, Sister Jiu Kite was also injured to save me, and she didn't get injured on purpose." ”

Mu Huaichuan asked rhetorically: "Who is full and has nothing to do, deliberately suffering such a serious injury?" ”

The implication is that she was accidentally injured, can he not know?

"That's... Then she's all hurt, why do you blame her? Isn't it time to comfort her? ”

"Advice against her ears, and no deterrent reassurance will only make her heal her scars and forget the pain."

Shen Sitang looked at him incomprehensibly, pouted and muttered: "You are really strange, obviously worried about the safety of Sister Jiuyuan, but you want to say it so badly." ”

Mu Huaichuan didn't seem to be born to say good things, and she found out when they first met.

What does this man say on the surface: Are you here to die? In terms of action, she still won the opportunity to dissect the body of the third prince for her.

It's a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person.

Mu Huaichuan opened his mouth to refute, but in the end he was silent.

When he was young, he always followed his mother to hide, avoided this group of people, and wanted to avoid that group of people, and later his mother died, he was robbed and robbed again, these people wanted to rob him back to be the leader of the Young League, and those people wanted to rob him back to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

No one had taught him how to get along with others, but...

Mu Huaichuan seemed to have thought of something, and secretly smiled bitterly.

The greatest luck in his life was that he was brought back and thrown to the Dugong, who taught him to cultivate and raised him as an adult, and he slowly understood a lot of truths.

But he is still lonely, because he knows very well that he is just a very useful chess piece, and he will eventually be placed in the most dangerous place on the chessboard, and life and death will be fate.

Therefore, he does not need to get along with others, and if he becomes a friend of life and death, it will put them in a dilemma.

Mu Huaichuan looked at Shen Sitang quietly, in fact, the six princes were too worried, really too worried.

When Shen Sitang looked back at him, she wondered why she felt that there were many unspeakable things in his eyes?

The officials of Tianji Hall knocked on the door, Mu Huaichuan retracted his gaze, and Shen Sitang also restrained his thoughts.

There were six large bundles of dossier, and the officials held the dossier and filled the coffee table in Shen Sitang's shocked eyes.

"It's... So much? ”

Is this southern Xinjiang saint more terrifying than the county lord of Poria?

Mu Huaichuan seemed to have expected it, and picked up a file without saying a word and looked at it.

Shen Sitang has such a person as the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang in his memory, but there is nothing else about this holy woman, and the original Shen Sitang never pays attention to these.

After reading the file, Shen Sitang realized that the reason why there was so much information about her was because the Southern Xinjiang Saintess was just a pronoun, and they were not sure whether they had changed the saints over the years, or how many saints had been replaced.

Shen Sitang pondered for a moment and was extremely frightened, and suddenly closed the file in his hand and exclaimed: "Right Imperial History, if this holy woman is the same person from beginning to end, then isn't she an old monster who has lived for more than eight hundred years?" Is it even possible to live for more than 800 years? ”

The Yan Dynasty has only a history of 800 years, and it is not easy for the Inspectorate to grasp so much information about the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang.

Mu Huaichuan probed out from behind the file blocking him and looked at Shen Sitang, who also poked his head out.

"Can't you just think differently? For example, saints are often changing, but we haven't seen saints, so we don't know if they have changed. ”

Shen Sitang blinked his eyes and said frankly: "Right Yushi, you seem to be talking nonsense." ”

Speaking of which, they still don't know if this saint is the same person.

Mu Huaichuan pursed his lips and smiled hard, and retracted his head.

"Right Imperial History..."

"I'm only talking nonsense, what do you ask me to do?"

Mu Huaichuan interrupted Shen Sitang's words and refused to communicate with her.

The corners of Shen Sitang's mouth twitched, and he reluctantly continued to flip through the mountains of files.

This night was destined to be another sleepless night, Shen Sitang couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep, and was woken up by Chen Yue'an's anxious and panicked call the next day.

As soon as Chen Yue'an arrived at the Inspectorate, he grabbed a clerk and asked if anyone was injured last night.

The clerk replied respectfully, but as soon as he finished speaking, in addition to the slight injury of Deputy Envoy Shen, the clerk found that Master Zuo Yushi, who was standing in front of him, was missing.

The official stood in a daze, and finished the next sentence: "The other deputy envoys are all seriously injured. ”

Chen Yue'an found Tianjitang all the way, and when he pushed open the door of the tearoom, he was distressed and panicked and woke Shen Sitang awake.

"Qianning, are you okay? If you're injured, show me quickly, it's not serious! ”

Shen Sitang opened his eyes in a daze, and hissed, "Brother Chen, you... Got a cut at my wound. ”

Chen Yue'an's hand is really accurate, she was a little injured on her arm all over her body, and he picked it up accurately, this time it's okay, it was not serious, but now it's uncertain.

Mu Huaichuan poked his head out from behind the file, Chen Yue'an was a little embarrassed after letting go of Shen Sitang, but when he saw him, it was as if he had found a breakthrough, and he scolded: "Didn't you let you protect her?" Why did she get hurt? I knew I couldn't count on you. ”

Mu Huaichuan laughed angrily, got up and walked out directly: "You go on." ”

Chen Yue'an found that there were files in front of them, and he asked urgently: "What are you looking at?" ”

Mu Huaichuan didn't respond to him.

Chen Yue'an chased out: "You told me what you found!" ”

Mu Huaichuan said without replying: "One of the characteristics of the saint of southern Xinjiang: women. ”

Chen Yue'an waited for a moment and didn't wait for the next words, and yelled at him again: "It's gone? ”

Mu Huaichuan still didn't look back: "It's gone." ”

Chen Yue'an was angry: "Isn't what he said nonsense? ”

Shen Sitang turned his head to look at him, nodded in agreement, and asked by the way: "Brother Chen, have you been to see Sister Jiu Kite and them?" ”

Chen Yue'an replied as he walked inside: "What do I see them doing?" Isn't it that no one is hurt but you? ”

Shen Sitang had a blank face: "Who told you?" ”

Chen Yue'an was just about to respond, when he suddenly realized that the clerk didn't seem to tell him what happened to the others, and he asked embarrassedly: "Could it be that everyone else is seriously injured except for you?" ”

Shen Sitang nodded solemnly.

Chen Yue'an laughed dryly: "Qianning, you look at the file first, I'll go to the medicine hall to see them, and I'll bring you breakfast back later." ”

Before he finished speaking, the person had already run out, and Shen Sitang couldn't help laughing when he looked at the back that disappeared at the door of the tea room.