The black-clothed guard at the head nodded.

"The soldiers are divided into five routes, leave four people with me to chase His Highness's carriage, and the rest of the people, clean up all traces here, and don't let people find any clues!"

"Yes!"

In the darkness of the night, the black shadow quickly disappeared in front of the city lord's mansion of Mengze City, which turned into a sea of fire.

At some point, heavy snow fell from the sky, and the raging fire swayed in the wind, hiding the slaughter under the heavy snow.

In the middle of the night of December 11, the year 3,250 of the Tianchen Continent, the city lord's mansion of Mengze City, a border city of Taicang in the west, was reduced to ashes in a fire, and there was no one alive.

When a modest carriage arrived, the strong smell of blood could no longer be smelled in the air.

Only the goose feathers and heavy snow are still falling in a chaotic manner.

The curtain opened, and it was a white-skinned, almost transparent teenager.

Glancing at the City Lord's Mansion of Mengze City, which had almost turned to the ground, a trace of unbearability crossed the young man's eyes, and he quickly disappeared.

The man in black standing behind him asked respectfully.

"Master, what now?"

The young man withdrew his gaze and spoke lightly.

"Now in this situation, this Hongmen banquet, it is Mengze City of Taicang Country that is buried, let's go, go back to China!"

A figure faintly flashed in his mind, and he frowned slightly.

"Wait, go to a village called Liuhua Village to the east of the outskirts of the city!"

The guard was puzzled, but didn't ask much.

In the night, the carriage carried the sick boy and slowly disappeared into the vast sea of snow.

Left two deep marks, but unconsciously, they were drowned by the heavy snow little by little.

——

In the carriage, the young man Leng Ye did not faint, but stared at Yun Jinghua with his dark eyes for a moment.

It seems to be waiting, to see what she says, how to save him.

Yun Jinghua had a headache, but he couldn't watch people die.

But this Leng Ye boy is not the two foreign people she saved before.

One is unconscious, the other is gentle and approachable.

Especially the young man I met later, gentle and quiet, like an epiphany blooming at midnight, bright and quiet and peaceful.

This cold young man, his eyes, she felt terrible.

Save such a person......

The frowning brows were loosened, and Yun Jinghua ignored Wen Yuanfeng and Yang Lie's strange eyes, and reached out to quickly untie the clothes of the Leng Ye boy.

The boy's skin was not very fair, and there were two scars on it, which had faded by this time, and it was obvious that it had been some time.

The palm of her hand touched his heart, and she closed her eyes and sensed the spread of the poison with a force that even she could not comprehend.

Forgive her for not studying medicine, this method is the quickest way for her to understand the injury.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, this person had already sealed all the acupuncture points in his body at the first time of poisoning, and he had also tried to use internal force to force the poison, but all failed.

It's okay, it's better than the masked boy she met before.

She thought that she would have to work hard, or that she would not wake up for a long time, but it turned out that she was blindly worried.

Yang Lie burst out in anger.

"His Royal Highness the Ninth is poisoned, as a favorite concubine, you can still laugh? You, surely are their people! ”