As he said that, Lao Luo vomited another mouthful of blood, most of which was probably because his internal force was shocked.

Yan Ruoru was slightly frightened. He knew Lao Luo's skills. He could hurt Lao Luo as such must be a top-notch master. The injuries on the neck were mostly caused by Lao Luo's death after being restrained and escaping.

This also shows what the purpose of pursuing Lao Luo is to live!

Now one is Emperor Hui and the other is King Yu. One wants to cover up his crimes and the other wants to expose the truth, so naturally they are all thinking about the Yan family.

"Young master... go south quickly. I'm here to report a letter. In the future, I can't serve the young master anymore... As long as I die, those people will be cut off the clues, so that the young master can delay it for a while, which is enough for the young master to go to the south to settle it."

After Lao Luo finished speaking, he struggled to walk out, and then fell down powerlessly.

Looking at the fainting old Luo on the ground coldly, Yan Ruoru seemed to laugh as if he was talking to himself: "Depend for a while? How can those people stop until they achieve their goals?"

Standing quietly with his eyes narrowed, the lantern reflected Yan Ruoru's face as if he was as beautiful as a jade, it seemed a bit hideous and ferocious.

He turned around and went into the room, took out a wooden box from the secret compartment of the Baizi Cabinet, and there were three or five old letters on the bottom. Yan Ruoru took out two letters and put them in his arms, and then took two silver needles to the courtyard.

The silver needle was stabbed at Lao Luo's head door and the top of the people, and Lao Luo's one-eye was tilted a few times and opened it.

"Uncle Luo, where are you fighting with them?"

"Yofang Hutong..."

The silver needle was removed, and Lao Luo fainted again.

Yan Ruoru still wrapped the untied belt around Lao Luo's neck, carried the person on his shoulder, and blew the light out of the door.

He rushed a small green cloth cart and arrived at a place two or three miles away from Youfang Hutong. Yan Ruoru found a dead end, put Lao Luo down, and took out the letter in his arms. He pinched the key points in the letter, Yan Ruoru took out the fire note from Lao Luo, lit the other part of the letter, and then stuffed it into Lao Luo's hand and clenched it tightly.

The fire light jumped in Yan Ruoru's black pupils, like a ghost fire. When the fire light went out, Yan Ruoru stabbed a few needles in Lao Luo's heart, and his fainting body twitched and trembled a few times. A large mouthful of blood overflowed from his lips, and the wounds on his neck were also gushing blood.

Yan Ruoru drove the car and left quietly without looking back.

The alley was silent, as if the impermanent ghosts were floating by, and as if nothing had happened.

The next day, as soon as Murong Yan arrived at Tianshu Pavilion, Lu Chang announced the good news with a big smile: "Prince, the missing one-eyed and lame servant of the Yan family has been found, carrying two secret letters."

Xuan Xiao knelt on one knee and presented two pages of broken silk. Murong Yan took it and looked at the desk for a long time. Frost formed on his eyebrows.

"What, Prince, isn't this done?" Lu Chang blurted out and asked.

"Where is that old servant?" Murong Yan asked Xuan Xiao without answering.

"When I say to the prince, my subordinates are incompetent, so I let him escape to death. When I find him again, he was seriously injured and died." Xuan Xiao lowered his head.

With a serious expression, Murong Yan picked up the broken page and looked at it for a long time. There were still several key places, such as the letter "Zilu" called Yan Wangshan; and the seal of Xinwei, the seal of "Baopuzhai Master" that Emperor Hui used when he was the prince. However, the remaining few words were intermittent. If someone knew the inside story, he would be able to connect the truth, but if he had the intention to misinterpret it, it might not be possible.

It's really difficult. With these two pages of broken letters, can Emperor Hui be forced to admit his mistake? I still have two opinions.

"Don't let Concubine Xi know first, I think about it very much."

"Here."

Walking to the study, Murong Yan thought hard. Now the Yan family is caught and has no way to escape. Xi'er has seen her relaxed mood recently and smiled. But this time, the only clue of the Yan family was broken again. With these two pages of broken letters, it is difficult to suppress Emperor Hui.

In fact, over the past year, Murong Yan has been frequently disappointed with Emperor Hui. He no longer cared whether Emperor Hui would admit his mistake.

What if you admit your mistake? So what if you don’t admit your mistake! Emperor Hui will still be foolish and unrighteous, do whatever you want, and if you have a "self-criminal edict" in your spare time, it will be hard to be ashamed of the people in the world!

What’s important now is Xi’er… How can she feel at ease? And Bai Yu, how can he let this grudge be resolved and stay away from fighting right and wrong from now on?

Staring at the remnant letter on the desk, Murong Yan couldn't help but think of the Empress Dowager. In the Damin Palace, Empress Zhao was just doing her best, but Empress Dowager Mu really felt sorry for the Bai Wan and his brother. Perhaps, he could start with the Empress Dowager.

Here, Murong Yan is still thinking hard.

In the Mo family's medicine house in Xinglin Lane in the north of the city, Yan Ruoru also felt a strong sense of crisis because of Lao Luo's death and the desire for bloodthirsty revenge.

As the days when the Yan family was retaliated, the Tingwei Office has issued a notice that the first culprit was his biological father after all. The so-called father's revenge was irreconcilable. Emperor Hui and King Yu fought, but they both bit the Yan family tightly. Yan Ruoru's feminine face was covered with feminine coldness.

Concubine Rou slowly walked into his open pocket. Sooner or later, he wanted Emperor Hui to carry it hard in the hands of this petite woman. As for King Yu...

"Kuku" There were two extremely light knocks outside, Yan Ruoru's eyes flashed and his smile was strange.

He stood up and opened the door. Qin Yuelong, who had not seen him for many days, stood outside the door.

Elegant green plum jacket, moon-white pleated orchid skirt, snow-green rabbit-haired cloak, Emei light sweep, red lips and moistening grease on the mouth.

Yan Ruoru turned a blind eye to the point of oblivion: "It turns out to be a wife."

Qin Yuelong was completely unexpectedly to be treated with such a cold treatment. He opened his beautiful eyes wide and stood at the door for a moment of embarrassment.

Yan Ruoru had turned around and went to the Baizi Cabinet to pick up herbs: "Is it okay to let my sister take the medicine last time?"

Qin Yuelong reluctantly found the steps, followed the medicine house silently, and explained softly: "There are a lot of things in the mansion these days, and I have never left my body."

"Yes, the lady is busy with work, so she naturally won't look forward to it like Mo every day. When it's midnight, she's still sitting alone in this medicine house." Yan Ruoru said muffled behind her back.

"Young Master..." Qin Yuelong lost his heartbeat slightly.

He laughed at himself, turned around and wrapped the medicine bag, and put it in front of Qin Yuelong. Yan Ruoru didn't look at her, and said coldly: "Mrs. The medicine is ready. There is a prescription written by Mo. The lady will take the medicine according to the prescription in the future, so there is no need to make things difficult for you to come."

He blushed with anger. Qin Yuelong was born as a legitimate daughter of a famous family. How could he bear such a cry? He immediately became angry and grabbed the medicine bag and turned around and went out.

Before Qin Yuelong turned around, he heard Yan Ruoru's sensational voice behind him: "Don't leave, it's too uncomfortable to be so verbally speaking. Don't blame me..."

After all, Qin Yuelong turned around slowly: "Young Master, are you feeling unwell?"

With deep eyes dark and dark eyes, Yan Ruoru looked dazed: "If lovesickness is a disease, then he must be sick."

Qin Yuelong's face turned red and he couldn't help but lower his head: "Young master is a doctor, why not prescribe a prescription by yourself."
Chapter completed!