Huo Shang looked at the beautiful woman who was sleeping soundly even while lying on the execution bed, his eyebrows were heavy, and the storm was about to come.
He wiped the blood on his fingers one by one: "Where is Mo San?"
Mo San, who was hastily summoned, knelt down in silence as soon as he entered the door and knocked his head heavily on the ground: "This subordinate has neglected his duty!"
He should have skinned and buried this woman, but instead he ran away.
Chong Lian opened her eyes when she heard the noise, saw the handsome and cold Huo Shang, yawned and sat up: "You're back? Is your big baby okay?"
Her gentle eyes fell between his legs, so generous that Huo Shang had the illusion that she was asking him if his hair had fallen out.
Huo Shang remembered the previous pursuit.
In the palace, there will be an influx of hundreds of dead soldiers.
His men suffered heavy casualties. If he hadn't suddenly remembered that this woman said it was dangerous to go west, he would have died or been maimed.
During this period, he also hesitated, what if it was another trap?
Looking closely at the surrounding situation, there are most assassins in the west and the fewest in the south.
But the southern defense line, upon closer inspection, has a subtle sense of deliberateness.
Without the reminder from Zhong's daughter, he might not have really broken out to the south.
He led his men through the western siege like a sharp arrow and evacuated all the way.
Less than five miles after retreating with his men, he met his favorite general who was returning to Beijing to report on his duties.
Ten thousand soldiers versus more than a hundred assassins, there is no doubt about the outcome.
It was also when he was cleaning up the wound that he discovered that he had been slashed at the root of his thigh, and the knife was actually poisonous.
If he hadn't discovered it early, he might really have had a difficult time with his heirs.
After realizing this, his eyes suddenly changed and he hurried back without stopping. In fact, he had no hope in his heart.
The three people in Mo called Jade Faced Yama, and they killed people whenever they were told, and they would never be ahead of schedule or lag behind.
The Chong family daughter is probably buried.
Who would have thought that Mo San would disobey orders sometimes!
Huo Shang withdrew his cold eyes from the trembling Mo San and looked down at Chonglian:
"Where did you get the news? Han Jiyun? Or someone else?"
Chonglian smelled the smell of blood and medicine on his body, and knew that he had tried to scare the big baby from being threatened.
She immediately knew that she was completely stable this time, and her delicate face, as beautiful as petals, looked calm and indifferent, looking unfathomable:
"No one told me. I have taught myself a little bit about fortune telling, and I can judge some good and bad fortunes."
Huo Shang's dark eyes were bottomless: "Oh?"
Chonglian looked at him calmly: "Your Excellency's primary essence dragon energy has been of great help to my cultivation. Although I have been tricked into getting here, I owe you this opportunity after all, so I am talking to you and helping you." You take refuge.”
Huo Shang didn't know whether he believed it or not, so he suddenly asked: "You have done a great job in rescuing the driver. What reward do you want?"
Chonglian looked at his expression and asked tentatively: "You want me to make peace with Han Jiyun?"
A hint of hesitation flashed across Huo Shang's handsome face: "Do you want to be the imperial concubine?"
Chong Lian pursed her lips shyly and cursed the Dog Emperor in her heart.
He clearly didn't believe that she was being plotted, or suspected that she had planned this bed crawling for a long time, but he pretended to be hesitant and coaxed her into believing that she really had a chance to become the imperial concubine.
She didn't defend herself: "Just tell me whether you want to leave or not!"
Huo Shang looked very patient: "I have a great friendship with Han Jiyun, and he once saved my life. I can't take away his wife. This is one of the reasons.
Secondly, your father was exiled for corruption, and as the daughter of a guilty minister, you should be admitted to the Jiaofang Bureau.
It was he who exchanged his military exploits for your good status, but also violated his mother's orders and insisted on marrying you as his wife regardless of the ridicule of the world.
I promised him that unless he doesn't want you in this life, no one can let you make peace with him. "
Chong Lian felt a chill go down her spine. This is a detail not found in the memory of the original owner.
That scumbag was so secretive and calculating. No wonder no one suspected from the beginning to the end that he actively prostituted his wife in order to gain power.
Chonglian looked at Huo Shang's cold, dignified, yet patient handsome face, and asked softly: "Can't you change the golden words that the Holy One said that day, even if you save him?"
Huo Shang's tall and thin body remained as still as a mountain, his thin lips parted slightly, regretfully but loudly:
"My golden words can never be changed."
Chonglian sighed and didn't bother: "Okay, then we won't leave."
The pain of the original owner being strangled to death by Han Jiyun's own hands flashed through her mind, as well as the five-year trampling and humiliation of the CPU.
Slender white fingers gently touched her neck, and a beautiful flush appeared at the end of her eyes.
It’s okay not to leave.
Huo Shang stared at Chonglian critically, and saw a hint of coldness slipping through his eyes when he saw her touching the neck that was red from his pinch in a suggestive manner.
This woman is intangible with emotion and anger, and her thoughts are deep and unpredictable.
He coaxed: "Although you can't make peace, as long as you are willing to tell who helped you come to the palace and where you got the news of the assassination, I will send someone to take you back home. If Han Jiyun dislikes you and your Heli, I will settle you down 'well'."
Chonglian held her chin up and chuckled: "I told you, I know how to read faces."
When Huo Shang met her smiling eyes, he knew that she had seen through all his coaxing, and the patience on his face turned into a cold and stern expression.
He said calmly: "When you try Mo San's method, I will come and talk to you again."
Chonglian was enigmatic: "There is no need to fight with each other. Why don't we return to the palace to meet your wife? Your wife is not a normal person."
Huo Shang was just threatening. He noticed that Mo San and the guards looked different when he came in, and guessed that she must have "calculated" a lot of things.
He thought briefly before making a decision, and ordered to Mo San: "Mrs. Hou, please take the pills and pack them up and bring them over to serve."
After that, he turned around and left.
His eyes completely left Chonglian, and only then did Chonglian truly relax, wiping the cold sweat from her palms on her skirt in a very hopeless manner.
Good guy, this man can control all kinds of emotions freely. He is so dangerous that he seems to be about to drop his ice sword at any time. She is sweating so much that she is almost dehydrated!
Seeing Mo San coming over, she immediately said with an immortal voice: "Did you get what you wanted?"
Mo San's pale and sinister handsome face was flushed, his ears were red, and he lowered his voice and said, "Sir, please keep this secret."
Chonglian saw that not only the base of his ears but also the ends of his eyes were red, and most importantly, there was a small cut at the corner of his mouth, so he smiled meaningfully:
"nature."
Your little brother will visit my business a lot in the future. I naturally have professional ethics and protect the privacy of my customers.
Mo San felt a faint chill on the back of his head. He looked around warily, took out a bottle of medicine, poured out a pill, and held it to Chonglian respectfully:
"This is a hundred poisonous pills, which are made from a hundred kinds of poisonous insects and poisonous weeds wrapped in thick sugar coating. After taking it, if there is no antidote within half a month, you will suffer from intestinal perforation, abdominal dissection, and severe pain for three days before you die."
Chonglian: "..."
She looked around at the quail egg-sized pill and couldn't help but complain: "Which idiot made this kind of thing? Did he choke to death before being poisoned?"
Huo Shang, who had not gone far around the corner: "..." Ha!
Mo San looked at her silently: "Mrs. Hou, be careful what you say, be careful of making mistakes."
Chonglian laughed in his heart, twisting the pills as if he were dead: "Is there any water? My throat is thin."
