"How did Gao Yun die?" Murong Xiao's anesthetic on the wound had not worn off yet. He sat up and asked her when he felt no pain.
Feng Mingwei was also tired and needed a rest, so she leaned aside and said lazily: "I poisoned him with a smoke bomb."
Murong Xiao: "..."
Is it that simple?
"Isn't your smoke bomb poison ineffective on him?"
Feng Mingwei raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "I changed another version and added colorless and odorless poison. The poison gas will stick to his body and will not disperse. It is impossible for him not to breathe all the time. In the dark night, colorless and odorless gas
He can't see or smell."
If he could escape in this way, he would really be a great god.
Thinking of the look in the skinny man's eyes after he died, he kept staring at her, never closing his eyes.
Feng Mingwei snorted softly, "He looks down on this princess, which is his biggest failure."
Murong Xiao was a little surprised. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he knew Gao Yun's strength. Feng Mingwei couldn't escape if she took him with her, and it was impossible to give her enough time to concoct a new smoke bomb.
But I was very happy to see the woman and seemed to be in a good mood.
He didn't care about anything else and hurriedly took the opportunity to say: "Weier, I am injured. Can I ride in the carriage with you next?"
Feng Mingwei thought that he was injured trying to save her. It would be too much for her to leave him alone at this time. "Well, that's okay."
"You go to sleep first! I'll go out and take a look."
She planned to put away the tent and other things so that he would not have to ask questions when he saw it tomorrow morning.
A smile appeared on Murong Xiao's lips, "Gate Feng and the others have returned. Don't worry since they are here to guard you. Stay and rest with me."
It doesn't matter whether the secret guards of Prince Lie's Mansion come back or not.
She is also guarded by secret guards.
I have confidence in my heart.
But men are too clingy, especially now that they are injured, and they seem to be taking advantage of them.
And asked her to sleep with him?
Even though he was so seriously injured, he was still so energetic.
Feng Mingwei also admired him, "Well, I'll accompany you."
There is no other choice but to put him to sleep first and then collect these things.
After helping the man lie down, Feng Mingwei also lay next to him with me.
After the trip, she couldn't help but yawn and fell asleep soon after.
After she fell asleep, none of the men slept.
Murong Xiao came close and kissed the woman's forehead, raised his eyes with sharp eyes, stood up, and walked out of the tent.
"Your Majesty."
Gale and the others appeared, knelt down on one knee and clasped their fists, "My subordinates escorted us late, damn it."
The night was very dark, and the fog in the mountain forest was so thick that they could hardly see their fingers. They could only see a figure standing in front of them.
Murong Xiao was wearing a coat and stared at the dark forest with cold eyes, "Murong An left with someone?"
"Yes, the prince and princess were assassinated, and there was an explosion in the private room."
"Wang An and the others did not stay at the inn, they immediately ran away with the people."
"Is the carriage following?"
"We're chasing them back, but Prince An said they need to capture the prisoners and don't have time to send people to find the whereabouts of the prince and princess." Gale said angrily.
Murong Xiao couldn't see Prince An's face at that time, and when Gao Feng thought about it, he wanted to kill him.
"Um."
Murong Xiao didn't ask any more questions, as if he didn't want to worry about what Murong An was going to do.
He didn't ask Hayate when they would come back.
After just asking a few questions, he said: "It's almost dawn, let's take a rest and prepare meals before noon."
After giving a faint instruction, he got into the tent.
Seeing the sleeping woman, his gloomy face gradually softened.
There were no candles lit in the tent, only the night pearl around his waist shone.
A woman's sleeping face is like bathing in the moonlight, emitting a soft and fragmented light.
He went over, sat next to her, picked up a strand of her hair and sniffed it. Then he couldn't help but touch the woman's face. His eyes were cold and bright, and the corners of his lips were curled up and he whispered: "What a heartless stinker."