Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 391
After the young man finished speaking, he looked at her with a chuckle, carefully pulled out the corner of the sleeve that she was holding in her hand, stuffed her bare hand back into the boudoir, and then carefully closed the carved wooden window.

The moment the Xuan window was closed, the little girl's face was stunned for a moment, followed by a burning feeling that couldn't be wiped away.

She suddenly understood what he didn't say.

——He might not be as pure as she thought.

Mu Xici tremblingly stretched out his hand to cover his face, then raised his hand to touch the top of her hair after a while, the heat had indeed risen to the top of her hair, she felt that her brain was going to be covered by the heat It was so hot that it rolled over.

She stood there in a daze for a long time, then turned around abruptly and threw herself onto the Babu bed. She hugged the brocade quilt, buried her little head deeply between the quilt, and unconsciously picked the quilt with her slender fingertips. noodle.

Damn it, she is obviously in her forties, and she is not a girl who waits for twelve or thirteen years old and doesn't understand anything. What's so embarrassing like this?
Master Mu, who was holding the quilt, couldn't help but doubt his life a little bit.

But right now, her head has been burnt into an indistinguishable paste, she has thought about it for several times, but she can't come up with a reason, so she simply throws away all the thoughts in her head, and looks after herself. I froze and went to wash up.

Why didn't she realize that this dog man has such a side?
Mu Xici, who had changed her clothes and forced herself into the bed, stared at the bed curtain in a daze. At this moment, she only felt that her previous thoughts were correct - men would only affect the speed of her making decisions, and she It's time to find a chance to kill him.

Yes, I'll kill him when I get up tomorrow!

The little girl nodded seriously, and fell asleep while thinking about how to kill Mo Junli.

When the next morning, the sky was bright, and the news that the Fifth Prince Mo Shuyuan ran into a ghost in the mansion last night had already spread throughout most of the capital.

Although the stewards of the mansion had tried their best to block the news of Mo Shuyuan when the patrolling guards found Mo Shuyuan, but the incident of him running into ghosts and falling into the water still spread like wildfire, and he was arrested as quickly as possible. It has become a joke among people after dinner.

After Mo Shuyuan woke up and found out about this, a mouthful of old blood got stuck in his throat at that moment, he almost rolled his eyes, and passed out again on the spot.

Fortunately, the physique of a martial arts practitioner has always been considered strong, even if he was dizzy from the leaked wind, he never lost consciousness again after all.

"Who on earth released this news!" In the fifth prince's mansion, Mo Shuyuan listened to the report of his subordinates, but felt that the blood in his body was condensing every inch.

He slammed his sleeves heavily, his wide sleeves were drawn on the small bedside table, and a glazed vase fell off.

Kneeling beside his couch were a series of big and small stewards in the mansion. Seeing this situation, Steward Liu couldn't help but frowned and sighed softly, and slightly lowered his voice: "Return to Your Highness, I don't know."

"This old slave has already beaten the guards who stayed at the mansion yesterday one by one, and still has no clue." Liu Guanshi said, looking up at Mo Shuyuan without a trace, naked| The exposed half of the arm.

There were circles of blackened and blued hideous marks on the arm that seemed to be scratched, scratched, and pinched, like the finger marks left by a ghost, and like dried blood from a dead tree's fork.

The young man's skin was as pale as paper against the blue and black finger marks, as if he had experienced the most "warm" welcome from the ghosts last night.

Guanshi Liu looked at the blackened bruises, and quietly moved his gaze away from his neck.

There are also those strange blue marks on his neck, and the color seems to be darker than the ones on his hands.

His eyes were dark, his eye sockets were sunken, and his appearance, which could be called "prosperous and handsome", had become so haggard overnight.

They couldn't find any trace of his usual demeanor as a prince in him.

Perhaps... there is no need for others to deliberately leak any rumors to the outside world. Anyone who can see the face of his highness will subconsciously think of the word "ghost strike".

The old steward secretly slandered in his heart, but the respect on his face remained the same as before: "This old slave is incompetent, please forgive me, Your Highness."

"Can't find it?!" Mo Shuyuan was furious immediately, and immediately pushed the exquisite cup placed by the bed, the porcelain cup fell to the ground, and the warm tea splashed on the tent, soaking it all up.

"At this time, you have the guts to tell me that you can't find it!" The young man's chest heaved violently, and his face flushed abnormally due to anger.

As a result, the black color under his eyes became greener, and the pinch marks on his neck became heavier. He suddenly slapped the table, but his body was empty and weak due to the dehydration of the day and night, and he almost rolled to the ground while shaking.

"If you can't find it, you'll kill all the watchmen yesterday!" Mo Shuyuan gritted his teeth, thinking of everything that happened last night, he couldn't help but tremble.

He saw the crazy woman whom he gave to die, not only chasing him and not allowing him to go, but also showing him the disgusting rotting flesh in her belly.

She still has the guts to say... Said it was his flesh and blood?

absurd!When did he have such low and dirty flesh and blood!

There are also ghost faces under the pool, which he can't count; and the headless veteran in bronze armor holding a battle ax between the trees.

For a moment he couldn't tell whether all this was a dream or a fantasy or reality, but his black and blue ghost marks seemed to silently remind him of the cruel truth. The fear in his heart made him suffocate, suffocating him Almost drowned in that fear.

"Kill them all!!" He roared angrily, throwing the pillows on the couch with all his might.

The pillow seemed to be carrying a huge amount of force, and rushed towards the elderly steward who was kneeling in the front, but lost all strength halfway, and fell limply onto the puddle of water.

"Your Highness, those are all the guards you carefully cultivated." Guanshi Liu lowered his eyebrows and said in a slightly cold voice, "Dozens of guards!"

If the thousand or so top dead men are the first elite in Mo Shuyuan's hands, then the five hundred guards who usually stay at the prince's mansion to protect the safety of the mansion are his second line of defense.

Right now, more than [-]% of their first-rate elites have been shaved off, so there must be no accidents in this second line of defense.

"Then kill the boy who was watching the night in each courtyard yesterday—" Mo Shuyuan was furious, "Little boy, boy, can you do it?!"

Guanshi Liu pursed his lips and remained silent. He knew that Mo Shuyuan urgently needed to find a way to vent his anger, so he stopped blocking, and just silently looked back at the two dead men waiting by the door, with no sign of disapproval in his eyes. Unabashedly.

At a glance, the young servants in each courtyard are indeed irrelevant, but one must know that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold. Today these young servants are dying, and tomorrow what floats is the hearts of the people elsewhere.

Such actions will only cause unrest in the mansion.

The old steward lowered his head, and Mo Shuyuan looked at his expression, and his confused mind suddenly cleared up three points.

However, it is hard to get over the water, and at this time, ordering those dead soldiers to put down the servant immediately will only greatly reduce his majesty in the eyes of everyone, and it is said that the gain outweighs the loss.

Therefore, he can only make mistakes and make mistakes until the end.

—Damn it!
　I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep. Bye.
　　typo call me

　　
　
(End of this chapter)