In the suburbs, an ordinary carriage was driving on a small road. Outside the carriage, an old man who was over mid-year-old was driving the carriage silently. However, if any martial arts people passed by, they would definitely sigh, this ordinary carriage driver

He is actually a martial arts master. I wonder what kind of person the person in the car is.

inside the car

"Ah wu, ah wu" Beili moxibustion kept playing with the hair of Luan Wenhao, who was holding her, and pulled it from time to time. Her mouth also made a childish voice unique to babies.

Luan Wenhao originally closed his eyes to rest, but Beili Moxibustion Night did not let him have a chance to be quiet. He either pulled his hair or bit his collar, making it covered with saliva.

Finally, under Beili Moxiye's clutches, Luan Wenhao opened his eyes slightly angrily and stared at Beili Moxiye. As a result, Beili Moxiye opened his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and started crying. Now,

The indifferent Luan Wenhao was thrown into confusion. He frowned slightly and took on the role of a nanny, coaxing Beili Moxi Ye.

Bei Li Moxiu Ye was very embarrassed and continued to cry, blaming him for causing her beautiful mother to be so sad. Bei Li Moxibustion Ye thought of the scene just outside the palace gate where Tang Wanxin and Bei Liyao saw them off.

, Tang Wan’s heart is crying, it’s called pear blossoms with rain, Beili Moxibustion Night makes her heartache when she looks at it. Wow, his beautiful mother, I don’t know how long it will take to see her again, and it’s not all Luan Wenhao, who said it is to avoid long nights and dreams.

, I will take Beili Moxiye back to Bei Shang Palace that day, which will make Moxiye less likely to get along with my beautiful mother.

Suddenly, Luan Wenhao, who was still coaxing Beili Moxibustion Ye, stopped patting Beili Moxibustion Ye. His handsome brows were furrowed, and he reached out to lift the car curtain: "Uncle Fu, stop the car."

The coachman Fu Bo stopped as he was told and looked around with a wary expression. Even Beili Moxiye, who had been crying just now, became quiet at this time.

Beili moxibustion night could clearly feel a strong murderous aura. The people in Huanyun Pavilion were born with keen senses, so they were chosen by "Yam Luo".

The carriage was surrounded by trees and long grasses everywhere. A gust of wind suddenly blew by, and several masked men in black clothes sprang out from the surrounding grass.

However, what makes Beili Moxiye feel strange is that the only exposed eyes of these men in black are actually glowing red.

Luan Wenhao held Beili Moxiye tightly while resisting the attack of the men in black. Uncle Fu on the side also hurriedly dealt with the men in black who attacked him. However, these men in black could not be defeated no matter how hard they fought, even

He was stabbed several times by Luan Wenhao and did not fall down.

"Sure enough, it's them again." Luan Wenhao frowned and muttered, which made Beili Moxi Ye even more curious. Who did "they" refer to the group of people they were talking about.

There were bloodstains everywhere on the empty grass, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was. The strong smell of blood in the air made Beili Moxi Ye very uncomfortable. At this moment, a melodious flute sounded not far away.

The black-clothed killers with red eyes suddenly stopped, each holding his head in pain.

Luan Wenhao and Uncle Fu both stopped fighting and looked at the woods not far away. They saw a person slowly walking out of the woods. A closer look revealed that she was a middle-aged beautiful woman, wearing a coquettish red brocade, wrapped in

She has a graceful figure. She holds an emerald green flute in her hand and plays it with red lips.

Suddenly, there was a loud roar in the air, and the man in black, who was holding his head and looking like he was in pain, immediately ran away into the distance.

"Don't chase after poor bandits." The soft voice stopped Fu Bo who was about to catch up. It was the beautiful middle-aged woman playing the flute.

"Yes, Mrs. Palace Master." Uncle Fu bowed respectfully to the middle-aged beautiful woman.

"Master Wife, why are you here?" Luan Wenhao looked a little surprised at the beautiful middle-aged woman, Lan Yutang, the wife of Beishang Palace.

"Why, can't I come? Didn't I secretly hear Lin say that Wan Xin's child is already on his way back to the palace? I want to see him soon." Lan Yutang looked at Bei who was being held by Luan Haoyu with excitement on his face.

Li Moxiye rushed up and grabbed Bei Li Moxiye, and raised and lowered his hands on her.

Beili Moxiye was a little happy to see this coquettish and beautiful Lan Yutang just now, but what, she is actually Luan Wenhao's mistress, so she should be fifty or sixty years old, my God, she is still so young, is it possible?
Chapter completed!