Mo Han held his breath and concentrated on waiting, Fang Zilan whispered to him: "You stand here and don't move, I will come back as soon as possible."
"Sister Lan, be careful." Mo Han warned softly, Fang Zilan nodded, and disappeared in front of him in a flash.
Fang Zilan stayed under the eaves and carefully observed the surrounding situation. If her estimate was correct, there would have been at least ten masters ambushed near the wing where Murong Qing was. I just don’t know whether it was the people brought by Murong Qing or the forces sent by which party.
This battle is not a small one. Before she understands the other party's intentions, it is better not to act rashly and wait and see what happens, so as not to alert the enemy and cause any trouble.
With this thought in mind, she avoided eye contact, walked quietly to the back of the wing where Murong Qing was, and leaned against the wall to observe what was going on in the room.
"Murong Qing, what on earth are you going to do?" Tao Zhiwei suppressed her anger and called out: "You deliberately avoided everyone and asked General Meng to keep an eye on me, just to get this injury? Do you know..."
"I know." Murong Qing interrupted her unceremoniously, as if he was a different person, and said coldly: "Tao Zhiwei, I will live longer than you, so you should put away that useless pretense. It’s better to worry about yourself.”
Tao Zhiwei was choked by him and couldn't speak. Murong Qing ignored her and turned to look at Meng Tingyang. He said calmly and confidently: "How is the matter I want you to investigate?"
"Everything has been checked." Meng Tingyang paused and glanced at Tao Zhiwei warily.
"We'll talk about it when we get back." Murong Qing calmed down and said thoughtfully, "It's time. Send a message to Mr. Zuo and ask him to contact Di Rong's department."
Fang Zilan was shocked when she heard about Di Rong's tribe. Before she could react, she heard Tao Zhiwei excitedly say: "Murong Qing, how dare you collaborate with the enemy, you..." Before she could finish her words, Meng Tingyang held her hands behind her back, He covered his mouth with one hand.
Murong Qing snorted coldly and said: "A puppet should look like a puppet. Tao Zhiwei, who do you think you are?"
After he finished speaking, he walked up to Tao Zhiwei. Meng Tingyang put down his hand covering her mouth. She was about to say something but he choked her tightly, "Killing you is like squeezing an ant to death for me." Just as easy."
Tao Zhiwei's eyes were full of fear, but Murong Qing suddenly softened his expression and said softly: "As long as you are obedient, I won't do anything to you."
As he spoke, he relaxed his strength, and his fingers traced the red marks on Tao Zhiwei's neck inch by inch, as if he was caressing and playing with a piece of delicate porcelain.
Tao Zhiwei subconsciously wanted to hide, but the moment she met his clear and innocent eyes, she lost the ability to move.
Murong Qing calmly approached Tao Zhiwei's ear, his thin lips opened and closed gracefully, but the words he said made her shudder.
"But if you refuse, then I have no choice but to let you and Grandma Xing be my companions."
Tao Zhiwei's face was filled with shock, and her voice was shaking violently, "Murong Qing, you... are the devil..."
"Yes." Murong Qing nodded with satisfaction, raised the corners of his lips and said: "I was injured today because you deliberately left me alone. From now on, you will be in the house and examine yourself. You will see nothing, nothing." Hear. Got it? My lady."
"You..." Tao Zhiwei was trembling all over, "You want to imprison me, how dare you..."
"If I send a message back to Miluo, saying that you colluded with the Dajing family and tried to harm me..." Murong Qing smiled almost demonically, "What do you think will happen to the Tao family?"
Tao Zhiwei's eyes were red, and Murong Qing patted her face gently, smiling even louder, "Do you think that relying on the ancestor's relationship with the Yin and Yang family, the high priest will protect the Tao family? As long as I want, the Tao family will be there at any time. They can all be reduced to ashes."
"Your Majesty." Meng Tingyang said slowly: "I am willing to be sent by you to protect the prince. But Di Rong's tribe..."
"A wolf's ambition is just that of a beast. I didn't expect him to be very obedient." Murong Qing suppressed a smile, his eyes were a little colder, but his tone was still casual, "It's a pity that the emperor of Dajing didn't understand, and thought that Di Rong would pay tribute just because he was a vassal. I will obey you. In that case, I don’t mind letting him see it more clearly.”
Meng Tingyang was silent, and Murong Qing looked at him with interest, "Power is a sharp edge. If you don't control the enemy, you will hurt yourself. If you choose me, you can't hesitate."
"Yes." Meng Tingyang saluted, and Murong Qing seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength. He stumbled back and fell on the couch, "Okay, I'll rest for a while and then go back to the house."
Fang Zilan heard this and left quietly. She walked back to where she was, dragging Mo Han towards the mountain gate without looking back.
"Sister Lan, what happened?" Mo Han frowned slightly, Fang Zilan looked serious, "We'll talk about it when we get back."
Seeing this, Mo Han said nothing and allowed Fang Zilan to drag him to the gate of the temple and handed the jade pendant to the young novice monk from before.
The little novice monk looked confused. Fang Zilan hunched over and pretended to be weak and said, "Little Master, I think I have been out for too long today. My body cannot hold it anymore and I cannot help. I'm really sorry."
"Amitabha, Lord Fang, you don't have to blame yourself." The little novice monk clasped his hands, "Master Fang is a pillar of the capital, and you should put yourself first. Leave such small things to me."
"Thank you for your understanding, young master." Fang Zilan returned the gift and said, "Please, young master, when you go to see the crown prince, please do not mention that Mo Han and I have seen this jade pendant. Just say that you picked it up accidentally."
The little novice monk looked serious, "I understand, please don't worry, Mr. Fang."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan felt relieved, took Mo Han and left. The two of them were sitting on the carriage on the way back. The more Fang Zilan thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. Finally, she couldn't help but said, "Mo Han, pass me the hand warmer."
Mo Han looked at her holding the hand warmer, understood immediately, and stretched out his hand.
Fang Zilan wrote a few words on his palm while thinking, and his expression gradually became more solemn. When she stopped moving, he also wrote a few words on her hand.
Fang Zilan made a careful distinction and understood what he meant. He said that the young master would definitely tell Master Yuan about the matter, and with Master Yuan's astuteness, he would definitely find clues.
Fang Zilan thought for a while and then wrote: "This matter should not be made public, and Murong Qing..."
Before she finished writing, Mo Han said softly: "Sister Lan was frightened by his true appearance?"
"That's not the case." Fang Zilan leaned back and said hesitantly, "It's just that such an innocent and cruel beautiful child always makes people feel chilled in their hearts."
Mo Han sighed softly, "Sister Lan, are you afraid that the more people involved, the more people will be killed?"
Fang Zilan nodded, "I think he can do it."
"I don't think so." Mo Han said quietly: "In the capital, under the emperor's feet, no matter who he is, he has to act with discretion, let alone him?"
Fang Zilan was silent and worried until the carriage drove into the house. She and Mo Han got off the carriage and ordered the boy to find Xiao Xuan'er to see her.
