"It's done." Luchun sighed: "It's just that this hair is not easy to change."

"It's okay. The prince should have seen his portrait anyway. As long as it's about the same, it's almost done. As for his hair... few people should know about his white hair." Chu Qiluo looked at the corpse of a soldier who had already died standing on the spot like a wooden stake, and praised: "Luchun's disguise technique is also diligent, which is gratifying."

"Stop pulling it." Lu Chun's little face was paler than Mu Zijin, and she was drowsy: "Get out of the city quickly, I just want to find a place to sing quietly."

Haha. Looking at the guards on the left who were going to steal horses to drive a group of horses over, Chu Qiluo patted her on the back: "Okay, go out now and let you vomit well."

The city gate was half open, and the prince chased after him. After Mu Zijin commanded, he turned around and raised his eyebrows: "How can he avoid the pursuit?"

"Let's go, there will be no pursuers." Chu Qiluo smiled, turned over the horse, and stretched out his hand to pull Luchun up.

The horses were approaching, and Mu Zijin floated on the horse's back. After hearing such unreasonable words, they immediately turned around and were about to express contempt. The corners of their eyes swept to the 'Mu Zijin' and immediately froze. They looked up at Chu Qiluo, who was breeze-like and calm, and sighed slowly for a long time: "Strategist Chu."

Chu Qiluo looked at him calmly. Seeing that his eyes were sincere, he didn't say perfunctorily, and then he replied with the brightest smile: "Staff Gu..." with a long whip in his hand: "Go!"

As soon as he said this, Mu Zijin recognized Chu Qiluo's status on behalf of him. He used to call her Chu Qiluo proudly, and she also responded. Later, he saw that she was neither humble nor arrogant, so he called her Miss Chu, and she didn't show any shame. Now he finally understood that she was not a waste, and she would certainly agree more happily to admit her identity as a counselor!

The horse's hooves were flying, and several guards broke the back, and the horses rushed out. When the prince arrived, he could only see the smoke and dust rising from afar.

He was extremely angry and kicked the wall hard: "Prepare the horse! Chase me!"

Immediately a soldier led his horse forward. He grabbed the reins of the horse and jumped on his body. Suddenly he frowned: "Get out of here!"

He pointed to the soldier standing straight in the middle of the road. He even called out a few times but the man didn't move. As if he hadn't realized something was wrong, Ye Lihuan immediately noticed something was wrong, and rushed forward, only glanced at him, and almost fell off his horse: "Mu, Mu Zijin?"

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" The prefect rushed up tremblingly. He was shocked when he saw this situation. He ran forward and pushed the man with cleverness: "Don't you kneel down and bow!"

"Don't touch him!" Before he finished speaking, the cold-looking man had already fallen to the ground, and dust was ripped off.

"Dian, Your Highness, he is dead." The prefect was sweating all over, afraid that the prince would be angry and behead him.

Ye Lihuan turned over and dismounted, pulled the dead man in his hand and carefully examined it, then frowned and said with a strange expression: "Have he disguised himself?"

The guard behind him immediately stepped forward and checked carefully. He couldn't wipe off any disguise substances, and he used grease to wipe his face without any change... He bowed and bowed: "Your Highness, you shouldn't have disguise."

Dead? At least it is better than following Ye Langya! Once he died, Ye Langya missed the opportunity. This trip to Fengcheng was in vain. He was defeated at the first battle and his morale plummeted!

"Okay!" Ye Lihuan's eyes suddenly appeared, and he laughed instead of anger. He looked at the east where the smoke and dust gradually dissipated. His eyes narrowed into a line because of the dazzling sunlight, his expression was cold, and finally he smiled to the sky: "Mu Zijin is dead! No one can get it! Hahahaha! Dead!"

"No, they can't kill him!" He suddenly turned around and stared at the prefect: "Search me! Is anyone missing?"

The soldiers scattered all over the ground with a bang, and in less than half a stick of incense were gathered again: "Thirty people died in the southeast wall, twenty-nine people died in the east gate, and one person disappeared!"

One person disappeared, and indeed one person disappeared! Ye Lihuan's smile expanded. He was indeed the son of God, the Nine Five Lord! Even God is helping him! It must be that the man stabbed Mu Zijin to death, so he was taken away! With Ye Langya's nature, he planned like this, but was destroyed by a soldier defending the city. He must be hated and took him away. The man did not get the most tragic way of death to calm his anger!

He waved his hand: "Reward the missing soldier's family with a hundred taels of gold and return to the city."

The sedan chair slowly returned to the imperial capital, unobstructed. The bandits who had blocked the road before were nowhere to be seen, but did not arouse anyone's doubts. After all, the group of thieves who were not as good as the weather stopped them before. After getting so much food, they were overly excited. Maybe they would be confused and block Ye Langya. It was too normal to be wiped by a cold and ruthless person like Ye Langya, right?

Ye Lihuan lifted the curtain and looked at the terror on the roadside, full of joy, but unexpectedly, the world changed from now on, and the throne that he could capture was no longer reachable...

The opposite was Ye Langya and his party. They ran away from Fengcheng and turned into a mountain depression, and then entered the Puhu Forest. The trees were deep and the forest was covered with green branches. No matter which direction the Fengcheng looked, they could not see this side. Chu Qiluo was sure that there were no pursuers behind him, so he turned over and stood aside and stood there.

Ye Langya immediately pulled back when he heard the sound, and smiled without hesitation: "Afraid of blood?"

Mu Zijin, who had been walking a little in front of Chu Qiluo, was originally a little puzzled by her sudden sternness, but after hearing this sentence, he was extremely despised: "Your Highness, the prince may come after you at any time, so why don't you rush to go?"

After hearing this, Lu Chun was also a little worried. Although she was really uncomfortable, she still shook Chu Qiluo's hand and signaled that she was fine and got up to get on the horse.

"Staffen Mu." Chu Qiluo grabbed Luchun and patted her back to show comfort. She glanced at him coldly: "Staffen Rongben reminds you that there are no pursuers behind."

There are really no pursuers? How is this possible? Mu Zijin tightened his hand with the reins, but he couldn't pull his face down and went back and forth to look. In fact, there is no need to look at it. After so long, if there were indeed pursuers who had come here, wouldn't it be. He frowned and looked at her without saying a word.

But his failure to speak does not mean that Chu Qiluo will not say it. She endured it again and again in Ye Langya, but because he was kind to her and his identity was there, she could not be too rude, but who is Mu Zijin? Apart from his external name, he has no intersection with her! Their identities are equal, so why should she belittle his provocations and endure it again and again?

She stood with her hands behind her back, with a stern expression: "Although this strategist has not yet become famous, the future is long. If the strategist is disdainful, he will have to know himself and his enemy in the future. Such provocation and suppression will only make me feel that Mu Qing is better than his virginity!"

The decayed and the slightest part is very high, how could he bear such insults? His usual iceberg face was finally moved, and he gritted his teeth and stared at her, as if he wanted to poke a hole in her face - no one has ever dared to be so rude to him!
Chapter completed!