Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

After it rained last night, the sky in the capital has completely cooled down. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and it feels like a biting chill.

Ling Youyao sat by the window, staring at the ledger in her hand and frowning slightly: "18 taels a year, a little less than I expected."

Lu Bao was listening, and secretly clicked her tongue: "Princess, what are you doing with so much money? The prince's annual salary is enough for us to eat."

"Naturally, it is a rainy day." Ling Youyao sighed.

The incident of the prince's distress caused a lot of trouble in the city. Fu Mingjue stayed in Dali Temple to investigate the case for the past few days. Although he didn't say anything, seeing him leave early and return late every day, she couldn't help but feel worried.

According to the original plot, there should be three years to go, but now everything is happening faster than she expected, if she doesn't hurry up, she is afraid that dream will come true.

She closed the account book and said, "It seems that we have to think of another way."

After this Fang finished speaking, he saw Fu Mingjue coming from outside the courtyard.

Ling Youyao got up to meet her: "Why did you come back so early today?"

Fu Mingjue's eyes softened, and he led her in, "I have something to do tonight, so I'll be back earlier."

Jiang Liu didn't dare to say much, so he quickly complied.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Fu Mingjue stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the chaotic scene below, and snorted coldly: "I really can't hold back my temper."

Ling Youyao pushed him away, and said displeasedly: "It's only after Xushi tomorrow, it's not too late at all."

There are countless dead men hiding in the capital, and if their interests are touched, they will be killed.

"It's just some young people, don't worry too much."

"But the other party is coming aggressively, and your subordinates are a little worried." Jiang Liu dissuaded.

Fu Mingjue pulled her to sit down, and said seriously: "Maybe someone will come to the palace tonight, and then I will ask Zilan to accompany you, no matter what noise you hear, don't come out."

Ling Youyao knew that he didn't want her to see those dirty things, so she obeyed his will, smelling the faint woody fragrance on his body, and listening to him read unhurriedly:

At this time, a person hurriedly ran up from downstairs: "Report to the lord, another group of killers came from the east! And just now—"

After Ling Youyao finished listening, she stared at him closely, a little worried: "Are you really all right? Even if you pass tonight safely, what about after ten days?"

Fu Mingjue looked up at the window, then put down the book, and said casually: "What should come will always come. Instead of keeping yourself nervous, you might as well think about the next step."

The ten-day decree had already spread throughout the capital. Regardless of whether the real mastermind would act tonight, other forces in the capital would definitely try to prevent Fu Mingjue from investigating the dead man.

"What's the matter?" Ling Youyao felt that he was weird.

"Nursery rhyme?" Fu Mingjue frowned, "I have never heard of nursery rhymes, how about this, I will read poems to you."

A cold light flashed, and the voice stopped abruptly.

"Well," Fu Mingjue held an umbrella and walked down the steps, "You guard this place, and let Jiang Zhou deal with the people outside."

Afraid of Ling Youyao's wild thinking, he simply told her everything that happened in the palace today.

Fu Mingjue rubbed her forehead, and said with a light smile, "Yao'er is a little girl, so it's okay to coax her."

The night outside is already dark, looking down from the attic, you can see the cold light going back and forth between the courtyard wall.Wave after wave of killers passed by the eaves, the light of the knife pierced the rain curtain, and with a puff, it immediately became a pool of lifeless flesh and blood.

The sky gradually sank, and the cloudy clouds over the palace became heavier and heavier. The cool wind swept through Qiuju, and it didn't know when the sky began to drizzle again.

Hold your hand and grow old with you.
He recited the last sentence over and over again, as if he wanted to sing the wish of this life to come true.

"What about you?"

Ling Youyao was slightly stunned, with a heavy look in her eyes: "What do you mean by that? Who will come?"

"Then have you thought about it?"

"Be obedient and go to bed early." Fu Mingjue took off her coat, pulled the quilt over her stubbornly, and took off her coiled hair, as if trying to coax her to sleep.

After Fu Mingjue led the people out of Lanhui Courtyard, he went straight to the attic on the east side.

Everything in the palace is as usual, but Ling Youyao knows that there are people hiding everywhere in the palace.

Jiang Liu was waiting outside the door early, saw him coming out, and went up to meet him: "My lord, everything has been arranged."

Fu Mingjue was buried between her shoulders and neck, and he didn't say anything, only reassuring her.

"From Sun Zizhong, Pingchen and Song Dynasty. If you don't want to return, you are worried about death and life, and talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together."

Ling Youyao was angry and funny, and took his hand away: "I'm not a child, how can I need you to coax me to fall asleep?"

"Not yet," he smiled, and then hugged Ling Youyao to the bed, "It's getting late, it's time to rest."

After the sky completely sank, all the servants were sent back to the house, Yinzhu and Lubao also left, only Zilan stayed outside.Ling Youyao looked at Fu Mingjue who was sitting there quietly reading a book, and said, "It's already dark, don't you worry at all?"

Fu Mingjue smiled helplessly, wrapped her in his arms, and said, "Yao'er has always been very smart, but they failed in their action last night. This time it should be another group of people."

After an unknown amount of time, a steady and soft breath finally came from his arms.Fu Mingjue carefully pulled away, tucked Ling Youyao under the quilt, and then left the room.

The guard's eyes widened, and he fell straight back. The next moment, dozens of black shadows flashed into the attic, and the shining knife was covered with rain, showing a more murderous look in the dark night.

"Okay," the little girl rolled her eyes, and a bad idea came to her mind, "My sister used to sing nursery rhymes to lull me to sleep, so you have to sing them too."

"Which time was this king not the one who rescued you?" Fu Mingjue glanced at him coldly, "Your mission tonight is to protect the princess. If anything goes wrong, come and see me!"

Fu Mingjue curled his lips mockingly: "Their target is this king, so naturally they should see someone before leaving, otherwise, wouldn't this trip tonight be in vain?"

Fu Xiuyun gave ten days to let Fu Mingjue choose between power and life.Such an approach is indeed ruthless.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

Ling Youyao didn't believe it, she thought of Sun Fuzhi's coming in the rain last night, and guessed: "Are those people who attacked Sun's family last night?"

No matter what happens ten days later, they will live well...

Fu Mingjue raised his brows slightly, and said with a hint of contempt in his tone, "That's right, I can still walk in front of this king."

The leader of the men in black shouted angrily: "Die!"

With an order, the men in black rushed towards Fu Mingjue waving big knives.

"Since we're here, let's kill them all." His eyes were cold, and the long sword in his hand was shining brightly, as it streaked across the night, bringing out bursts of icy chill.

The night rain is drizzling, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring, but the fighting tonight does not stop there.