What Wuyi held in his hand was a piece of black cloth embroidered with gold and silver threads.
After seeing this piece of cloth clearly, everyone's expressions changed.
Mo Jinming's pupils suddenly narrowed: "This is the fabric of the third brother's clothes!"
Fu Beixian's pupils kept trembling, and he reached out tremblingly to take the cloth in Wu Yi's hand, "Found... on the edge of the cliff?"
Wuyi's tone was extremely solemn: "There is a mountain forest upstream of the river. It covers a large area and is surrounded by cliffs."
"It is said that no one who falls off a cliff survives."
As Wu Yi's words fell, Mo Jinming's face suddenly turned pale, his thin fingers clutched his heart tightly, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
Wuyi was startled and quickly supported him, raising his hand to tap the acupuncture points on his chest, "Relax and breathe slowly."
At the same time, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured a pill into his mouth.
The color on Tan Zhixi's pretty face completely faded. If it weren't for Gu Shuya's support, she would have fallen to the ground long ago.
Big tears fell down, and she opened her mouth, but no syllables came out.
He couldn't even cry.
Mo Jinming's breathing gradually relaxed, and he leaned weakly against Wu Yi. His voice was low and weak, "Senior, is there another way to get to the bottom of the cliff?"
Wuyi pinched his pulse and carefully helped him sit down, "Don't worry, no matter who it is... I will definitely find him."
Fu Beixian squeezed the sleeves in his hands tightly, turned around and walked out, "I'm going to find my cousin!"
As soon as he walked out of the room, he was stopped by a slender figure, "Master Fu."
Shang Ruyan looked at Fu Beixian who rushed out, her expression neither happy nor sad.
Fu Beixian ignored her and continued walking out.
The next moment, Shang Ruyan stopped him in his tracks with a faint word, "Don't you want to know why His Highness fell off the cliff?"
Fu Beixian's footsteps suddenly stopped, and the fabric in his hand was almost torn.
Gu Shuya looked at Shang Ruyan coldly, "Shang Ruyan, you are not welcome here."
Shang Ruyan stiffly raised her lips: "Su Ruotang didn't believe His Highness, so he jumped off the cliff."
"His Royal Highness followed her and jumped off the cliff."
"You're talking nonsense!" Tan Zhixi stared at Shang Ruyan with a pale face, "Tang'er would never do such a stupid thing!"
Shang Ruyan smiled coldly: "It's up to you to believe it or not."
After saying that, she turned and left.
It seemed that she came here just to tell them about Mo Rongyan and Su Ruotang jumping off the cliff.
Gu Shuya said coldly: "His Majesty asked you to treat people in the capital for half a year, but you dared to leave without permission."
Shang Ruyan didn't look back and didn't care, "Then please Miss Gu and report it to His Majesty as soon as possible."
It wasn't until she left for a long time that Mo Jinming slowly spoke, "Don't spread the matter about the third brother to the capital for the time being."
Shen Shi responded: "I will go find His Highness next."
Fu Beixian: "I'll go with you."
...
Quiet and cold at the bottom of the cliff.
After a long time, the rustling sound of trampled branches and leaves sounded, startling countless birds to fly away.
"Little Begonia...Little Begonia..." A figure staggered over, calling around.
"Su Ruotang! You heard me, answer me! Ahem..." Mo Rongyan's beautiful face was as pale as paper, and her eyes, which had always been as light as the bright moon, were no longer calm as before and were full of panic.
The thin lips were soaked with blood, and the corners of the mouth were bloodshot, strange and magnificent.
He staggered and opened the bushes beside him, looking around.
A pair of jade-like hands, bloody and bloody, with nails peeling off inch by inch.
But he didn't feel it at all. He ignored the sharp thorns of thorns and bushes and stubbornly looked at each bush.
Every time he turned it over, the panic in his eyes became more and more, and for the first time, he felt regret.
He regretted that he should not have left Xiao Haitang alone on the cliff.
It was obvious that Poison Man No. 7 was as big a threat as Xiao Haitang's side, but he was confused by Shang Ruyan's words.
Living people are more important than dead people!
But he is so stupid!
He once again opened a bush, and the sharp thorns on the back of his hand picked up the skin the size of a soybean.
But he didn't care. His usually cold voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, "Little Haitang... please answer me... okay?"
"Don't ignore me..."
The man's hoarse voice was blown away by the wind, and it was faintly fragile.
The rain started falling without knowing when, and it became heavier and heavier.
Mo Rongyan staggered on the rain screen, his throat unable to make any sound.
He looked at the rain curtain.
The deep pupils are as deep as the abyss, lifeless and waveless.
He suddenly remembered that every time he went to the battlefield, his mother and concubine would go to the temple to pray to gods and worship Buddha, and copy Buddhist scriptures seriously and piously.
Every time I write a sentence, my mother-in-law will read:
I, the Buddha, have mercy and bless my son and thousands of soldiers for their safe return.
At that time, he just thought that his mother-in-law was crazy.
If praying to gods and worshiping Buddha is useful, then there is no need for soldiers to fight to the death and fight with blood in order to protect their homeland and their loved ones.
And at this time.
He was extremely lucky that he had a photographic memory.
Even if he does not believe in gods and Buddhas, he clearly remembers every word and sentence in the Buddhist scriptures.
Every time he took a step, he silently recited a Buddhist sutra in his heart.
Until, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he completely collapsed against the rain curtain.
When he regained consciousness, a low voice sounded in his ears.
"I've been in coma for three days and three nights. Why don't you wake up?"
