"What?" The flickering candle flame shook unbearably, and Jian Mucheng grabbed the messenger's collar, "Say it again!"

"Princess... the princess joined forces with Jimo Yi Huaisha in an attempt to kill the master and become independent, but was... discovered by Master Wan Qiyan, and is now wanted!"

Jian Yao!

Wan Qiyan rebelled, the lord of Nanyang died, and Jian Yao, the queen of Nanyang, actually had an affair and rebelled?

No! This is a conspiracy!

Jian Mucheng waved his hand, and the four treasures of the study on the table were swept away. Wan Qiyan, an old thief, actually used such a harmful move to clear his name! Jian Mucheng punched the pear wood table hard, and the tabletop "cracked"

"The ground cracked with a thin crack, and the ground around me

The guard shrank and stepped back. At this moment, Jian Mucheng was holding the table with both hands, his head lowered, and his hair hung down from the sides of his face in strands. His expression could not be seen clearly, but from his slightly shaking hands,

You can guess his anger.

"How is the person sent to pick him up?"

After a while, he finally said something out of the silence.

"Wan Qiyan has blocked the palace city, we can't enter!"

"噌" the sharp sword was unsheathed, a cold light flashed, the sharp sword peak made a "buzzing" sound, and neatly passed across the guard's neck. A red line fainted between the neck, and with a "pop" sound, the guard was frightened.

He collapsed on the ground and looked up at Jian Muchong in the shadow of the candle. His entire face was buried in the darkness, only his golden eyes were burned to blood red by the firelight.

"Go back! Let him go to the Punishment Department to receive his sentence!"

"Obey...obey your order!" The guard tightly protected his neck with both hands, paused, and asked in a trembling voice: "Hou...Master Hou! May I ask...what kind of punishment is...?"

Jian Mucheng turned sideways and bent down to pick up a half-painted picture of extravagant flowers on the ground. He picked it up and looked at it carefully in the light of the fire. The guard stood up timidly. Seeing that Jian Mucheng didn't answer, he didn't dare to ask any more questions and retreated.

Looking at Jane

Mu Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the scroll in a daze. After thinking about it, it was better to retreat, because he would not be able to leave later if he wanted to. Just as he was about to take a step, Jian Mu Cheng's deep voice came faintly over there,

With a bone-chilling chill:

"Skin it off!"

With a "bang" sound, the guard bumped into the Bogu frame behind him. Jian Mucheng raised his head in displeasure, but saw the guard hurriedly bowed to the ground and said loudly: "As ordered!" Then he got up as if running away.

Run away!

In an unknown hillside valley in Nanyang, Jian Yao was wearing coarse clothes and a turban, standing on the top of an abrupt hill, plucking wild onions at his feet. The leaves were tender and green, like Jian Yao's slender fingers.

The sun burned her cheeks red, Jian Yao reached out and wiped her forehead

beads of sweat, he took a long breath, straightened his back and lightly beat his waist. It has been three days since I came here. The people in the village are simple and kind. Although the daily work is a bit heavier, Jian Yao

I still feel inexplicably relaxed and happy, as if I have returned to the days when I was wandering with Jian Muchong.

Thinking of Jian Mucheng, Jian Yao's face darkened again. This place was far away from the hustle and bustle, and the news was blocked. He didn't know what the situation was like in Nanyang today, and what about him?

Feng Xie did not show up. He heard from the fat aunt that he had gone into the mountains. Men only went to the mountains to hunt and collect medicine. Why did Feng Xie live here in seclusion? Jian Yao had a vague feeling that he was not a simple person.

Under the mask of harm, there may be a heart deeper than anyone else.
Chapter completed!