When the guard standing outside the door heard the piano music in Jing Mo's room stop, he didn't pay much attention to it. But when he heard a woman's short scream in the room, the guard rushed into the room with several guards on duty, shouting "Master". ..
Jing Mo looked at the woman lying under the couch with half of her neck cut off by his sword, and threw the bloody sword aside. The blood splattered on the brocade cushion of the couch, staining a large area of the brocade cushion embroidered with round flowers.
The chief guard looked at the woman lying on the ground, who was not yet completely dead, and asked anxiously, "Master, what is this?"
"Drag him out," Jing Mo said coldly.
The captain of the guards waved to the two guards behind him.
The two guards walked forward with their heads lowered, each holding one hand, dragging the woman out of the house with blood gushing from her neck and her body twitching.
The beauty's injuries were already beyond repair, and she was dragged out of the house. She was blown by the cold wind and soon died in the hands of the two guards.
Jing Mo pushed the small table on the couch and said, "Let's get rid of it."
Another guard came forward, picked up the small table and left.
The chief guard looked at the zither placed next to the incense burner. If the woman had sat down and played the zither peacefully, she wouldn't have ended up like this. Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, the chief guard asked Jing Mo in a low voice: "Master, should I order someone to clean the floor in the room?"
Jing Mo waved his hand.
"All of you step back," the captain of the guards hurriedly said to the guards who were still standing in the room.
The guards saluted Jing Mo and then retreated together.
"Pour the tea," Jing Mo half-lay on the couch again and said to the captain of the guards.
The captain of the guards walked to the table nearby, poured Jing Mo a cup of hot tea, walked back to Jing Mo, and held the cup of hot tea with both hands.
Jing Mo took a few sips of the tea to suppress the taste of alcohol in his mouth, then turned his head to look at the captain of the guards standing in front of him.
When the chief guard saw Jing Mo looking at him, he said, "Master, it's late at night, you should get some rest."
"Mo Wen wants to kill me," Jing Mo whispered, holding the teacup.
The captain of the guards was so shocked by these words that he almost jumped up.
Jing Mo said: "That woman, I was just imagining things."
The chief guard said: "Who is this..."
"It's normal for Mo Wen to want to kill me," Jing Mo said without waiting for the chief guard to ask, "If I die, there will be no stumbling block on Jing Qian's path to becoming the emperor."
The chief guard said, "Don't ask him what he's going to do."
"I haven't thought of it yet," Mo Mo muttered to himself, "Who can he use to kill me in Suzaku?"
Mo Wen! Thinking of this name, the chief guard shuddered. After turning around anxiously, the chief guard suddenly said to Jing Mo: "Master, Her Royal Highness the Princess is here. You don't have to be afraid of anyone who comes."
Jing Mo was amused by the chief guard and asked, "Do you think the princess is fine at this time?"
Captain of the guards..., he has always thought that the princess is a good person, okay?
"Then I will stay with the princess and not go out?" Jing Mo asked his chief guard with a smile.
The captain of the guards felt like he was about to piss himself with fear. How disrespectful of his master to such a joke!
"Go and have a rest," Jing Mo waved to the captain of the guards.
The chief guard asked, "What about this blood?"
"It's okay," Jing Mo said.
The captain of the guards had no choice but to bow to Jing Mo and then retreat.
The room was filled with the smell of blood. Jing Mo held the long sword in his hand and forced himself to close his eyes and rest. Even if he didn't sleep all night, he couldn't get himself out of the danger. So he might as well conserve his energy so that when Mo Wen's knife really fell, he would have the strength to fight for his life.
As daybreak approached, the snow began to subside, but it showed no sign of stopping.
Yu Xiaoxiao got up, put on her clothes, and without looking in the mirror, she casually tied her hair into a ponytail.
Gu Xinglang lay on the bed and asked, "What do you want to eat in the morning?"
"Let's go to the palace first," Yu Xiaoxiao carried Gu Xinglang's clothes to the bed and said, "After we're done, we'll eat on the street."
Gu Xinglang turned his head and looked out the window. The sky was just beginning to dawn.
Yu Xiao: "Xiao Gu, please get up quickly. Otherwise, you can continue to sleep while I go to Li Luo's house alone."
Gu Xinglang said: "It's so early, the palace gate won't be open."
Yu Xiao: "I've thought about it, let's not do this openly. After all, Li Luo is your friend. I think we should keep a low profile and embezzle his money."
Gu Xinglang..., there are so many things to complain about, Gu Shao doesn't even know which one he should complain about first. By the way, when did he and Li Luo become friends?
Yu Xiaoxiao stretched her head to look at Gu Xinglang who was still lying there, and said, "Then I'll leave first."
Gu Xinglang reached out and pulled Yu Xiaoxiao, saying, "If we don't enter the palace openly, then how can we enter?"
"I can get into the palace by climbing over the wall," Yu Xiao said, "Suzaku's palace looks bigger than the one my father lives in, but I've seen the walls, they're just as high."
Gu Xinglang sat up, rubbed his face, and said, "I'll go with you."
Yu Xiao: "That's fine, I'll take you over the wall."
Gu Xinglang put on his clothes and said, "We have agreed to just take the gift list. We don't care about anything else."
Yu Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Whatever."
Gu Xinglang thought about it and felt uneasy, so he said, "We won't eat anything we see."
Yu Xiaoxiao...
"What do you want to eat? Let's go buy it on the street," Gu Xinglang coaxed Yu Xiaoxiao, "I heard that the cooking skills of Li Xiaoyuan's imperial chef are not very good."
"Really?" Yu Xiaoxiao didn't believe it. How could someone who could be a royal chef not have good cooking skills?
Gu Xinglang lied seriously, "Li Xiaoyuan isn't very interested in food."
Yu Xiaoxiao was shocked and whispered, "What's the fun of him living then?"
Gu Xinglang thought about it and realized that he had no way to make up for this, so he said, "I don't know, Xiaoxiao. I am from Fengtian. How could I know everything about the Lord of Suzaku?"
Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head. It seemed that people like Li Xiaoyuan were suitable to live in the apocalypse.
Gu Xinglang got dressed and got out of bed, saying, "Then we have a deal. We won't eat anything from the Suzaku Imperial Palace."
"Okay," Yu Xiaoxiao agreed. This wasn't the end of the world, and her heart wouldn't bleed if she let the food go this time.
Gu Xinglang said, "Should we wear night clothes? It's not even daybreak yet."
Yu Xiaoxiao took out two face masks from her pocket and said, "Just cover your face, right?"
Gu Xinglang said: "It's better to wear night clothes."
Yu Xiao: "Let's wear our night clothes and go shopping and have breakfast later? Xiao Gu, are you sure the Suzaku people won't call the police?"
Gu Shao knew what it meant to call the police, so he thought of another way and said, "Wear the nightgown over the outside, and take it off when we leave the palace."
Yu Xiaoxiao was speechless then. The two of them packed up and left the guest room. Everyone was sleeping at this time. The snow in the yard was flat and there was no one there.
Wu Yi and several of his brothers were patrolling along the wall of the inn when suddenly two people climbed out from the wall and stood in front of him.
Yu Xiao said, "Huh? You again?"
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