Unparalleled Concubine: The lord is kneeling

The Duke of Jin's Mansion, which occupies half of the street, looks awe-inspiring and inviolable even in the dark.

Because of the day's events, although the fifth prince finally returned safely, the Duke of Jin's mansion did not relax its vigilance, and it was still conducting strict investigations within a radius of ten miles.

Xue Li picked up the brim of his hat, glanced at Feng Jin's formation, and couldn't help saying to Zhu Si and Yin Wu: "It seems that Duke Jin is getting a little angry this time!"

Zhu Si and Yin Wu nodded in agreement.

If it weren't for being so angry, how could there be such scenes of people holding torches and riding horses to search from house to house!

"Do you remember what I said on the road just now?"

Zhu Si and Yin Wu clasped their fists on the horse at the same time, and said: "Miss, don't worry, the two little brothers will not miss your business."

Xue Li nodded.

Don't they all bully her vigorously because they have someone in their hands?

Hmph, my aunt will let you pretentious people see what it's like to capsize in the gutter.

"Zhu Si, go up and report."

"Yes, ma'am."

Zhu Si rode his horse and ran towards the Duke of Jin's mansion.

"Stop, who dares to break into the Duke of Jin's mansion!"

With a crash, the guards guarding the gate with swords rushed up and surrounded Zhu.

Zhu Si immediately tightened the reins, and the horse under his crotch was also a good horse. Immediately, he raised his feet, neighed "咴", and stood on the spot.

"Lin Mingyue, Mr. Lin is asking to see the Duke of Jin, please inform him!"

Zhu Si clasped his fists and spoke immediately, and then used his internal force to spread his voice far away.

As soon as his words fell, the soldiers surrounding him disappeared, and immediately several groups of people rushed out from the hiding place, surrounding the three of him.

"Lin Mingyue, if there is a way to heaven, you don't go, but if there is no way to hell, you dare to go!"

With a cold shout, Song Xia came out from the crowd, and following her forward, the soldiers surrounding Xue Li automatically parted, making way for a small path.

Xue Li sat on the horse, looked down at Song Xia's icy face, smiled lightly, raised his hand and lifted the hat on his head, and Shi Shiran smiled.

"Miss Song Xia, we meet again!"

"Hmph!" Song Xia snorted coldly, picked Xue Li with disdainful eyes, waved his hand, and shouted: "Take it!"

"Who dares to touch my son!"

Zhu Si and Yin Wu, one horse in front and the other behind, guarded Xue Li in the middle, and pointed the gleaming short knife in their hands at the soldiers who had to order to surround them, and they were about to explode.

Xue Li glanced at the gate of the duke's mansion where there was no movement, chuckled, and said to Song Xia: "Miss Song Xia, I'd better trouble you to tell your duke, Lin Mingyue is not a short-lived person!"

Song Xia frowned, and looked at Xue Li with poisoned eyes.

The people around Feng Jin were naturally not stupid, so they understood the meaning of Xue Li's words!

Thinking that the fifth prince was with this person during the time when he disappeared, Song Xia's heart tightened suddenly.

In the past, the Duke of the State also had strict rules, and Lin Mingyue must be captured alive, fearing that this magic stick would know something he shouldn't know!

Song Xia was about to let Xue Li be watched, so she went back to report, but the sound of the door opening came from behind her.

Xue Li sat on the horse, raised his head slightly, and met Feng Jin who was standing under the vermilion gate, dressed in black embroidered with passionflower.

The four eyes met, Xue Lidan smiled and nodded.

Feng Jin's face with handsome features carved by a knife is as cold as a thousand years of ice, and a pair of eyes as dark as an eternal night are sharp and deep, looking straight at her. If eyes can kill, Xue Li must be a dead person at this moment!

"Mingyue has met the Duke!"

Xue Li got off his horse and clasped his fists to salute Feng Jin.

Feng Jin rolled his eyes coldly, swung his robe sleeves, and said coldly: "Young Master Lin, please speak inside!"

After saying that, no matter whether Xue Litong agreed or not, he turned around and walked in.