Prince Yan's Mansion.

"Ning'er... Ning'er..."

After opening her eyes, it was Yan Yue's smiling face.

She sat crookedly on the side of the bed, holding the brocade quilt tightly in her hands, and her shallow breathing hit the back of Li Yan's hands.

Li Yan gently got out of bed, put Yan Yue on the bed, turned and left.

"Yue'er, I am no longer the Li Yan I used to be. I am afraid that the love you have in this life will have to be repaid in the next life."

I walked out of the room in a few steps, looked at the blue sky above my head, and thought silently in my heart.

"Ning'er, are you okay?"

Ning Si and others left the small town of Hamer.

Hearing Mo Ying say that her younger brother is smart and cute, Ning Si, who has not had the warmth of home since she was a child, is looking forward to meeting her relatives for the first time.

Three people were sitting on the carriage, two handsome men, one on the left and one on the right, one as warm as spring and the other as cold as frost. Only when facing Ning Si, Mo Ying's indifference turned into a touch of spring water!

It seemed to have a different smell, so Mo Ying glanced at Leng Wushuang.

"Xu..."

The horse neighed, and all three people in the carriage were startled.

Leng Wushuang, whose face was covered with a scarf, jumped from the carriage to the ground after the two of them worked together to stabilize the carriage!

"What do you mean by this? Do you have a crush on me? Don't you want me to pass by?"

The fluttering white clothes have an air of immortality!

The leader was a stout man, holding a big knife, and there was a scary scar on his face from the tip of his eyebrow to his chin.

"Humph, you are a shameless man. What I like is beautiful women like flowers and jade."

Behind the scarred man were some men with different weapons in their hands. They looked weak, but the glint in their eyes was severely suppressed by Mo Ying and Leng Wushuang.

"Don't worry, I will let you know in a moment what the price of saying the wrong thing is."

Mo Ying waved her hand disdainfully and looked at the people in front of her coldly.

"Tell me, who sent you!"

The scarred man looked at the jade flute on Mo Ying's body and his eyes tightened.

"Haha, it is said that there is a murderer named Mo Ying next to Princess Beicang. This man uses the flute as a weapon and music as a sword. He kills people invisibly amidst the overwhelming music."

"It seems that you are not useless! Since you can guess who I am, you shouldn't block my way."

A cold light suddenly appeared in Mo Ying's eyes, and she played the flute with one hand. The man in black took ten steps back.

"Lord Mo Ying, my brothers respect you. As long as you can stand by and watch, I guarantee that not a single inch of soil will be stained on your clothes."

"Oh? Really? Mo Ying's clothes won't touch any soil, but what about the young master's?"

The leading man looked at Leng Wushuang with confusion in his eyes. The person in the letter only said that there were two people returning to Beicang. How come there was one more person on the way?

"No matter who you are? We won't touch anyone who is irrelevant. We just want Princess Beicang."

"Irrelevant? Haha, this handsome brother, you really made a mistake this time. Not only is the princess and I related, he is also very related to the princess..."

Leng Wushuang held a sword in his right hand, and the blade of the sword shone coldly in the setting sun, making people dare not look down upon him.

"superior."

The scarred man waved his hand, and everyone jumped up and flew towards the carriage. Before they reached the front of the carriage, the people on the left were injured by Leng Wushuang's scabbard, while those on the right were also blocked by Mo Ying.
Chapter completed!