Chapter 286 You Hateful Liar
Fu Yunqing stopped folding the fan suddenly, and the joints of his bones left white marks on the fan bones.
Manluo looked at his instantly frozen smile, her heart suddenly sinking to the bottom:
"What happened to Xiyan? Tell me now!"
"No, nothing." Fu Yunqing took a half step back, covered his face with the fan, and smiled stiffly:
"She is staying in the Regent's Palace peacefully, loving and loving with your master."
"Put your ass off!"
Manluo stood up suddenly, grabbed Fu Yunqing by the collar, and dug her nails into the brocade:
"Xiyan has a grudge against the prince, how could she be affectionate with him? You are kidding me! Tell me! What happened to her? If you don't tell me, I will go back to the palace right now and ask her."
When Fu Yunqing saw that she was really angry, he had no choice but to surrender:
"Okay, okay, look at your temper. I told you it's not okay. Three days ago, Xiao Beicheng kidnapped Xi Yan and told Nan Yan to go to Feiyun Temple alone at noon today to get the military token in exchange for her."
"What?" Manluo staggered back.
"That old bastard Xiao Beicheng! What kind of hostages is he exchanging? He's clearly trying to lure the prince into a trap."
"So, your prince is not in the mood to cause trouble to you, so don't rush into danger yourself."
Manluo grabbed the long sword from the corner and rushed out:
"I have to go! If I'm late, Xiyan will die. Xiao Beicheng is a master of poison, and Your Highness may not be able to defeat him!"
"You can't go!"
Fu Yunqing grabbed her sleeve and stamped his feet anxiously:
"Xiao Beicheng said that only Nan Yan is allowed to go. If you show up, he will turn around and kill Xi Yan."
Manluo's lips trembled: "What should we do? We can't just watch the prince and Xiyan die."
"Your master is smarter than a fox, he will find a way."
Fu Yunqing pushed her back into the chair:
"You're pregnant now. Chu Jin even put aside his father's murder for you. Don't get involved in this mess again."
He looked out the window at the gradually rising sun, stood up and patted his clothes:
"Chu Jin will be back soon. If he sees me, I'm afraid we'll start fighting again. I'd better withdraw first. Since you can help Nan Yan defeat a powerful enemy, I believe he won't bother you again. I'll explain everything to him when I get back. From now on, you should be a good wife and mother. Don't go to Qiyun Pavilion and act like a fool again. Live a good life with that poisonous Chu. Goodbye, goodbye!"
Before he finished speaking, Fu Yunqing had already rushed into the courtyard. The corner of his yellow shirt flashed golden light in the corridor and disappeared in an instant.
When Manluo chased to the door, only the copper bells on the eaves were swaying gently in the wind, as if no one had ever been there.
She knew in her heart that Feiyun Temple was located at the foot of Wulao Peak, south of Yandu City. Wulao Peak was in a dangerous position and easy to defend but difficult to attack. If Xiao Beicheng had set up some traps and ambushes, or had troops hiding in the mountains, what chances would Xiao Nanyue have of winning if he went there alone?
Compared to her master Xiao Nanyue, she cares more about her good sister Xiyan.
Xiyan risked her life to save her several times. Now that she is in trouble, how can she just ignore it?
Manluo looked at the mottled light and shadow on the window frame, which was the shape cast by the branches that Chu Jin had specially trimmed this morning.
The pregnancy-stabilizing medicine on the stove was still steaming, and in the basket on the table was a half-finished bellyband.
He said that after the chaos subsided for a while, he would welcome her home in a grand red sedan chair.
At this moment, the words are still ringing in my ears.
Her fingertips stroked her flat belly, and her eyes moistened slightly.
However, Xiyan's pretty little face appeared in her mind - the girl who always came to her rescue when she was in danger and stood in front of her when she was punished by Xiao Nanyue, might be having Xiao Beicheng's sharp knife at her throat at this moment.
"I'm sorry, Chu Jin."
She whispered softly to the empty room, and a tear fell on her purple clothes, leaving a stain.
Manluo gripped the sword tightly in her hand and jumped onto the wall of the backyard.
She knew how mad Chu Jin would be if he found out that she had left without saying goodbye.
She also knew that Feiyun Temple must be a desperate place where one could only survive...but she was not afraid.
She ran a few steps, turned back, and whispered to the gradually receding courtyard:
"wait for me."
Then, he left without looking back.
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Chu Jin came back happily, with the can of iced sour plum soup in his arms still cold.
He hummed a tuneless tune and pushed open the door, only to find that the room was empty.
In the basket on the table was a half-made baby bellyband made by Manluo.
Chu Jin put the sour plum soup on the table, picked up the bellyband and looked at it carefully, and a smile appeared on his usually gloomy face.
This woman even knew how to make clothes for their son.
It seems that she is also looking forward to the birth of this child like him?
Chu Jin only felt a sweet feeling in his heart.
But where did she go after leaving half of her work behind?
I turned around and came to the yard, only to find that it was strangely quiet.
Normally, the rattan chair that Manluo loved to lean on was now empty.
"Manluo?"
Chu Jin called out, his voice echoing in the empty courtyard.
Instead, the old servant poked his head out from the kitchen and claimed that he had never seen the young lady.
Chu Jin felt empty inside and rushed into the bedroom again. The quilt still retained body temperature, but the pregnancy-preserving medicine on the table was completely cold.
Her eyes swept across the corner of the wall, where her willow-leaf sword should have been hanging, but now it was empty.
"impossible……"
Chu Jin felt the blood rushing up in his brain. He staggered and held onto the table, with a bloody taste in his throat.
Last night she was still curled up in his arms, listening to him tell interesting stories about the poisonous insects in southern Xinjiang. She gently poked his heart with her fingertips and said, "If you scare me again, I won't have a son."
He searched the entire room quickly, taking out the hidden weapon pouch, poison needle bag, and even the dagger she hid under her pillow. Everything that belonged to her disappeared completely.
The crisp sound of the porcelain bowl falling to the ground startled the sparrows under the eaves.
The iced sour plum soup splashed on the green bricks. The bright red soup curved into the shape of blood, mixed with broken ice chips and stung his eyes.
Chu Jin tightly grasped the half-broken porcelain, and the blood that seeped out from between his fingers dripped onto the half-cut bellyband, dyeing the blue into dark red.
"Manluo!"
His roar shook the window paper, and his voice was filled with unprecedented anger and despair:
"You damned liar!"
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