In Xiao Yingche's heart, vigilance instantly rose, and he slashed at the person behind him without looking back.

In the next second, his thin and white wrist was pinched.

Without hesitation, he threw the bamboo basket in his hand behind him.

At the same time, the dagger slipped from his sleeve and stabbed hard at the hand that was holding his wrist.

"Heh, Taifu's skills are much slower." With a familiar voice, there was a sharp pain in the wrist.

Xiao Yingche's eyes darkened, and she bit her lower lip suddenly, and swallowed the cry of pain on her lips.

The heart, which was already aching faintly, erupted into even more intense pain because of this intense pain.

He bit his lower lip and was thrown to the side weakly.

The wound in his shoulder was torn apart, and the intense pain almost consumed him.

Cold sweat instantly spread all over the body, and my heart beat like a drum, as if I was about to jump out of my chest.

Fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, and his vision blurred for a while before reconverging.

"Taifu, don't come unharmed." A deep voice that seemed to come from across the water.

Xiao Yingche pressed her heart tightly, lowered her eyes to relieve the pain of her heart explosion, and raised her eyes to look at the place where the voice came from.

A figure stood in the shadows.

Brocade robe, jade crown and hair, handsome and elegant.

The end is Gongzi Ruyu.

"Morianyan." Xiao Ying's pale lips were pursed into a straight line, and a layer of frost was covered between her eyebrows and eyes.

Mo Lianyan stepped forward slowly, squatted down and raised his hand to pinch his chin, staring at the faint purple on his lips, and chuckled: "Xiao Yingche, I'm afraid you didn't expect that I have been hiding in the capital, right?" ”

Xiao Yingche turned his face away, his heart palpitations attacked, he couldn't shake off Mo Lianyan's hand at all, the black fog in front of him became thicker, and he gasped: "Where are you, what do you have to do with me." ”

Mo Lianyan let go of his jaw and looked down at him condescendingly.

His gaze fell on Xiao Yingche's left shoulder, and the color of his eyes became gloomy.

He raised his foot, stepped on Xiao Yingche's shoulder hard, and smiled coldly, "Xiao Yingche, you said that if Feng Wuxi knew about her father's death, it would have something to do with you." ”

"You say, will she kill you?"

Xiao Yingche bit her lower lip with her teeth, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

In a trance, he seemed to see Feng Wuxi looking at him with disgust, and roared hoarsely-

Xiao Yingche, why aren't you dead yet?

Why didn't you pay for your father's death?

Hold the hand of the heart and slowly fall.

Xiao Ying's eyes were clear, smeared with bitterness, and let the sharp pain engulf his consciousness.

The emperor and queen died of illness that year, and Feng Wuxi fell seriously ill.

After recovering from her illness, she forgot the time the emperor spent with her.

When mentioning the emperor and queen, there is just a yearning, a yearning for father's love.

Would she believe him if, she remembered?

Mo Lianyan looked at Xiao Yingche who had fainted, slowly raised his feet, and said coldly: "Take it away." ”

If it weren't for the little things that spilled on the ground, it would be as if nothing had just happened.

This sparsely populated alley seems to have been visited by no one at all.

......

Taifu is gone.

That night, the servants of the Taifu Mansion began to search for them in the city.

Feng Wuxi sent Shi Linglai, but was fooled away by Youqi.

You Qi was not sure whether Xiao Yingche was taken away by the pavilion master or hijacked by gangsters, and did not dare to tell Feng Wuxi the truth.

Feng Wuxi only learned about this in the early morning of the second day.

She didn't wait for Xiao Yingche to return to the palace during the day, and Shi Ling replied that Xiao Yingche had returned to the Taifu Mansion.

She originally planned to finish dealing with the affairs in hand, so she went to the Taifu Mansion to find Xiao Yingche.

But there are many political affairs, and by the time she finishes dealing with them, it will be late at night.

She thought about going to find Xiao Yingche the next day.

But she didn't want to, Ling came in a hurry before dawn and told her that Taifu was gone.

Could it be that he was taken away by the Pavilion Master?

Feng Wuxi hurriedly got dressed and rode to Taifu's mansion.

"What's going on?"

As soon as she left the palace, she met Youqi, she reined in her horse and asked sharply.

You Qi knelt down directly: "Your Highness, the prince left the palace yesterday, saying that he wanted to go by himself and not let his subordinates follow." ”

"My subordinates can't, so I can only go back to Taifu's Mansion first, but I don't want to, and the son didn't come back until dusk."

The subordinates immediately took someone to look for it and gave it to ...... Password, to confirm that Taifu did not go back there, immediately reported to Shi Ling, but so far, we have not found Taifu. ”

Feng Wuxi's delicate fingers tightly grasped the horse rope.

Her longing fox eyes were scarlet, staring at You Qi coldly, with a faint murderous intent in her tone, "Brother Che has injuries on his body, you dare to leave him alone!" ”

"Youqi, if something happens to Brother Che, I will sacrifice him with your head!"

As soon as the words fell, she lifted the horse rope and rode her horse into the night.

The voice wrapped in frost came with the night wind, "Inform Qi Jun and search from house to house." ”

"To live is to see people...... Death to see the corpse! ”

On the streets, the people who rushed to the streets looked at the forbidden army that suddenly appeared, and whispered with some doubts.

"What's going on? Why are there so many forbidden troops? ”

"Looks like I'm looking for someone."

"I heard that Taifu didn't return to the house last night, and His Royal Highness was worried and took the forbidden army to find someone."

"Taifu is missing? And the thief is so bold that he dares to kidnap the Taifu? ”

"Taifu has been fighting in all directions all these years, how can he be kidnapped by thieves, it must be hearsay."

"Speaking of Taifu, they all say that he is the most beautiful man in Qianfeng, but I saw a man yesterday, beautiful and captivating, like an immortal in the sky."

As soon as the people carrying the shells finished speaking, Feng Wuxi stopped riding his horse, turned over and dismounted, walked quickly to him, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you see it?" ”

The people were shocked by her beautiful face and the frosty aura around her, and raised their fingers to point to a lane in front of them, "In that alley, he bought shell wind chimes with me and went to that alley." ”

When Feng Wuxi heard this, she immediately went straight to the alley.

However, apart from a few yellowed leaves, there was not a single figure in the alley.

Feng Wuxi's red lips pursed into a straight line, and the panic in her heart became thicker and thicker.

She was just about to look elsewhere when she saw a wood-carved hairpin in the corner.

Ordinary wooden hairpins, lying in the corner.

Under the sun, the color of the hairpin tail looks darker.

Feng Wuxi subconsciously stepped forward and picked up the hairpin.

The slender white fingertips groped carefully at the tail of the hairpin.

After a moment, she raised her hand, looked at the faint dark red on her white fingertips, and sniffed it closer.

In the next second, her expression changed suddenly, and she squeezed the hairpin tightly.

The hairpin tail is stained with blood.

If this is Xiao Yingche's blood, is he injured?

Or is it a heart attack?

The more Feng Wuxi thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she raised her feet and walked forward.

The top priority is to find Xiao Yingche as soon as possible.

A little later, he was more in danger.

Her fox eyes were full of chagrin and self-blame.

Knowing that Xiao Yingche had left the palace, why didn't she chase it out as soon as possible?

......

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Xiao Yingche barely broke free from the darkness, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, unable to see his surroundings clearly.

Along with his consciousness, he was awakened by a sharp pain that almost made him unconscious again.

A weak heart, beating irregularly.

Every time she jumped, Xiao Yingche felt that her life had been taken away a point.

There was a suffocating pain in his chest, and his throat was full of fishy sweetness.

He couldn't even tell where it hurt more in his shoulder and in his heart.

"Ahem......" Xiao Yingche lay on the cold floor, coughing incessantly.

Wisps of bright red spilled down the corners of the mouth and dripped to the ground.

With a sound of "coaxing", a figure of a person came slowly by candlelight.

Xiao Yingche barely suppressed his cough and raised his eyes with difficulty.

It was black and white in front of me, and it took a while to barely focus.

Only then did he realize that he was in a stone room.

A stone table with various torture instruments on it, and two candles lit on the wall.

The smoke from the burning candle flame choked Xiao Yingche and coughed continuously.

He was on all fours, chained to heavy black chains.

"Awake?" A low, cold voice accompanied the sound of footsteps.

Xiao Yingche eased her breath and raised her eyes to look ahead, her face calm.

Mo Lianyan took the candlestick, walked to the stone table, put the candlestick down, took a dagger, and smiled lightly, "Taifu, are you familiar?" ”

Xiao Yingche's long eyelashes drooped and did not look at him.

Mo Lianyan took the dagger, paced in front of Xiao Yingche in two steps, squatted down, and picked up his jaw with the dagger, the smile on the corner of his lips remained unchanged, "In the dungeon that day, Taifu stabbed me in the shoulder with this dagger." ”

A slightly cool touch came from her jaw, Xiao Yingche lowered her eyes, saw that the dagger reflected her appearance at this time, and gently hooked the corners of her lips, "Mo Shizi still wants to experience it?" ”

Mo Shizi's three words, with a thick sarcasm.

Mo Lianyan's expression changed, and he reached out and pressed on the wound on Xiao Yingche's shoulder, stirring it vigorously.

Seeing that his face was as white as paper in an instant due to pain, he chuckled, "Etiquette is still exchanged, today I will let Taifu have a good experience." ”