The people following Princess Mo Li looked at each other and said, "We servants will be waiting outside. If you have anything, just call us."
In response to them, Princess Mo Li gave an undisguised, slightly sarcastic sneer.
After all those people left, Princess Mo Li looked at Baili Feiyue, her eyes gliding across her disguised face, and asked calmly, "Why is Miss Ling San following me?"
How do you say that?
Baili Feiyue spoke meaningfully, "I also want to know why Her Royal Highness the Princess deliberately lured me here."
Previously, there was a huge crowd of people at the entrance of the princess's mansion.
She was standing in the crowd with this ordinary disguised face, but she could see it accurately. Princess Mo Li must have been secretly observing her for a long time.
Or, "Since I left Feng Mansion, Her Highness the Princess has been following me, looking for a chance for me to see you."
Princess Mo Li's purpose was exposed, but there was no embarrassment on her face. She just looked at Baili Feiyue deeply again.
"Thank you for last time."
Baili Feiyue knew she was talking about the time when she helped her tip off, "Your Highness the Princess has also helped me, we don't owe each other anything."
Princess Mo Li didn't say much, nor did she have any intention of making close friends with her.
He glanced outside the door, dipped his finger in the tea in the cup, and slowly wrote a line of words on the table.
After writing, he brushed off the words with his sleeves, stood up, stopped at the door, and said lightly, "Dongfang Qing is more complicated than you think." After saying that, he opened the door and left.
Dongfang Qing is more complicated than she thought. Is this a reminder for her to be more wary of Dongfang Qing?
However, even if she didn't remind her, Dongfang Qing had never been on her list of people she trusted.
Let’s not talk about this first, but…
Baili Feiyue stared at the place where Princess Moli wrote, with a complex and sharp expression in her eyes. Princess Moli said, the master of Feng Mansion is ill, go check Princess Jing'an!
Although she didn't know why Princess Mo Li told her this, she couldn't think of it this way, Princess Mo Li wouldn't just make up such a thing to tell her.
Princess Mo Li was talking about the owner of Feng Mansion, not Changsun Wuji. This means that Changsun Wuji has forgotten the past, and his amnesia is related to Princess Jing'an!
But as far as she knew, Princess Jing'an and Changsun Wuji had no connection at all. Princess Jing'an knew neither medicine nor martial arts, and she had no chance to even get close to Changsun Wuji.
How could such an ordinary princess who had been raised in the deep palace for many years be related to Changsun Wuji's current appearance?
It doesn't matter.
Such an important person, who is so hard to come by, can make Changsun Wuji become what he is now. It's really terrifying!
Did someone who was very close to Changsun Wuji betray him and help him? Or was there some terrible force behind Princess Jing'an that could have tricked even someone like Changsun Wuji?
No matter which one it is, it is a very dangerous and scary thing!
After a while, Baili Feiyue came out of the teahouse. Instead of returning to the Princess's Mansion, she went back to the Feng Mansion again.
She felt very bad.
She had to examine Changsun Wuji's body carefully immediately.
Find some clues first, so that when something goes wrong you won’t be in a panic and not know where to start!
However, Baili Feiyue hurried back to Feng Mansion.
Perhaps because of that hug before, she couldn't get close to Changsun Wuji at all now!
I also tried to secretly drug and climb over the wall in the middle of the night, but I was thrown out again.
Fuck him!
She fought relentlessly in Feng Mansion, trying to get close to Changsun Wuji, but failed every time. Two days passed like this. Outside Xiyue, lights and decorations were already hung everywhere, and people from all directions in the west, who were close to Kyoto, rushed to Xiyue Kyoto.
They came to watch the fun and to participate in the election for Princess Dajing's husband.
For a while, the streets of Xiyue Kyoto were crowded with people, day and night.
Places like inns were even more packed.
There is only one day left before the official selection of the prince consort will begin, at the border of Xiyue.
Tall poplar trees of various shapes grow on both sides of the official road.
At this moment, under the golden poplar trees, a tall man in a black robe narrowed his beautiful light brown eyes, tutted his tongue and turned around, "What are you doing following me?"
When he turned around, his slightly opened black robe looked even more uninhibited and coquettish, sexy and wanton enough to make any woman blush and her heart beat faster.
"Ximo, I find you quite interesting. You were worried about my beloved disciple before, and you wanted to fly to Xiyue Kyoto right away. Now, I want to go to Xiyue Kyoto in person, and you look like you are afraid of me going. Heh, tell me, what are you afraid of?"
He is afraid...
Ximo lowered his head, "I am only worried about the safety of the Lord, so I followed behind to protect him secretly."
The black-robed man cast his unfathomable gaze upon him and chuckled meaningfully.
"Are you worried about my safety, or the safety of the entire Xiyue Kyoto?"
Ximo immediately knelt on one knee, "I dare not! But the situation in Xiyue Kyoto is very complicated now, so..."
The man in black robe said with great interest, "That's great, it's lively. Princess Dajing is going to choose a consort in Xiyue now. I am a Xiyue person after all, why don't I join in the fun?"
Ximo almost broke out in a cold sweat.
Just as he was about to say something, he heard the black-robed man's voice. Although he was smiling, it had a chilling and strange tone that made his scalp tingle. "I have already said that no matter how useless my disciple is, he is still my disciple."
"Not just anybody can plot against her." But he suddenly smiled, "She was the one who plotted against me, but I lost face. Ximo, am I right?"
He... at this moment, his teeth were so cold that he couldn't make a sound!
Ximo watched the figure of the man in black robe disappear before his eyes and did not stand up for a long time.
Although he had volunteered to go to Xiyue Kyoto to protect the young master before, the Lord's sudden decision to go to Xiyue Kyoto was completely different from his previous plans!
Gritting his teeth, Ximo stood up, and with a special whistle, a swift and powerful Saker Falcon flew over from the sky. Ximo tied up the paper he had prepared long ago. After releasing the Saker Falcon again, the fearless ones followed.
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