She is Starlight Falling Fingertips

Chapter 1086 Whose Bamboo Horse Doesn’t Fall into Beauty (49)

Emperor Zhaoyan frowned, and fell down on the chair deeply shocked.

The hands in the sleeves couldn't help clenching into fists, and knocked heavily on the table.

After a long time, he said, "Send someone to secretly protect Yuan'er, and be sure to bring him back safely."

"Yes."

The dark guard nodded solemnly, but did not leave, he knew that His Majesty still had something to say.

"Also, investigate this matter secretly, and don't let anyone know."

"Yes."

When the leader of the dark guards left, Emperor Zhaoyan sat on a chair and was stunned for a long time.

His eyes were staring angrily, and his body was full of evil spirits, which made people shudder.

He and Congzhi have been friends for more than ten years. When he was young and frivolous, he traveled to Jinyang, and was chased and killed by the people sent by his elder brother, and almost died.

If he hadn't been rescued from him, he would have been a handful of loess at this time.

At this time, as the emperor, he knew that he should not be involved in the court... He was the one who harmed them...

He sat on the chair for a while, then turned and walked to the tall bookshelf.

He stretched out his hand and twisted a censer, only to see a hidden compartment behind the censer.

In the dark compartment, the golden brocade lay quietly in it.

He took out the brocade and unfolded it, his hands trembling a little.

This brocade is nothing but the marriage letter he wrote for Yuan'er and that little girl.

I wanted to give Yuan'er a surprise, but unexpectedly, that little girl...

He stared at the brocade for a long time, then put the brocade into the secret compartment again.

Let's talk about Jimo Xueyuan at this time, just after leaving the imperial city, he encountered a surprise attack.

Jimo Xueyuan looked at the dark crowd of nearly 50 assassins in front of him, and couldn't help sneering, Brother Dahuang really thinks highly of him!

He just left the imperial city, and he couldn't help but attack him.

"Kill, leave none!"

As soon as he waved his hand, the guards fought with these black-clothed assassins.

The two sides were evenly matched in numbers, but the guards brought by Jimo Xueyuan were among the best in the palace.

He is the person sent by Emperor Zhaoyan to protect him, so his martial arts are naturally high and unpredictable.

The situation soon turned one-sided. In addition, the leader of the dark guard sent by the dark emperor secretly helped, and the black-clothed assassin suffered heavy casualties.

"Your Highness, go first, leave this place to us."

The leader of the dark guards hid in the dark and said via voice transmission.

Jimo Xueyuan glanced at a certain tree, then rode away.

Ten days later, a group of people came to Lingwu Villa.

However, since things have changed and people have changed, Lingwu Villa no longer exists.

"Your Highness, we have searched everything, and the villa was burned down in a large area, but no one was found."

"What about the back mountain?"

Jimo Xueyuan stood in the Moyun Garden, every scene and every thing could be vividly remembered, but what brought him no longer was joy...

"His Royal Highness, this subordinate found this in the back mountain."

At this time, a guard stepped forward and handed Jimo Xueyan a gray and white clay pot.

It was the ashes of more than a hundred people who were buried in the mountain villa behind Fu Yiheng and Xiao Jiu'er.

Chen Feng took it over and opened the pot, but saw something gray like incense ash inside.

He frowned suspiciously, what is this?
He squeezed a little bit under his nose and smelled it, rubbed it again with his fingers, his pupils shrank suddenly, "Your Highness, it's ashes!"

Hearing this, Jimo Xueyuan's heart moved, "Let me see."

The clay pot was huge, but it was stuffed to the brim.

If it was just one person's ashes, it would be absolutely impossible to fill the clay pot.

There should be hundreds of people here!

"Your Highness, could it be someone from the villa?"

There are so many ashes, it is very likely that they are really the ashes of everyone in the villa.

However, who collected their ashes and buried them in the back mountain?

"Send someone to restore the villa to its original state. Remember, it must be exactly the same."

Jimo Xueyuan gave an order suddenly, although the guards thought it was strange, they still went down to deal with it.

"Your Highness, this urn was buried in the back mountain. Presumably it was done by those murderers who broke into the villa. Besides, no one dared to go up the Lingwu Villa after a fire. The person who buried the ashes..."

Chen Feng paused for a moment, and finally made the final decision, his voice implied excitement, "There are still people alive in the villa!"

So who are the living?

Chen Feng was distressed again, everyone turned into ashes, and it was impossible to know who it was.

Of course, he still hopes that Mr. Fu and the others are still alive. This is what they did.

However, it is obvious that the purpose of Lingwu Villa's catastrophe is the owner Fu's family, how could they be kept alive?

"Leave some people here to repair the villa, and we will return to the palace."

"Then..." Miss Fu didn't look for her anymore?

Before Chen Feng could ask, he saw Jimo Xueyuan leaving with the urn.

What does this mean, Your Highness?
Chen Feng frowned and thought about it, could it be...

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, is it possible that Miss Fu is not dead? !

But, how is this possible?
It has been more than a month since the massacre in Lingwu Mountain Villa, and with the passage of time, the incident has gradually been forgotten by people.

But only Jimo Xueyuan and others can't forget.

Mo Jiu Palace.

It turned out that it wasn't called this name, it was chosen by Jimo Xueyuan himself half a month ago.

At this time, he was lying on the soft bed in the hall in a daze, his snow-white and slender fingers hooked around a red rope.

On the rope, hung a small bottle emitting green light.

He can see clearly, his eyes are divergent, and his eyes are full of longing.

"chirp~chirp~"

On the leg, a snow-white ball made a chirping sound.

Its two black, black crystal eyes stared at the small bottle in his hand without blinking.

If you look carefully, there are crystal tears in those dark eyes.

"Woo~"

It looked listless and lay on Jimo Xueyuan's lap, listless.

"You miss her too, don't you?"

Jimo Xueyuan's faint voice sounded, as light as a white cloud.

I miss her too.

"Woo~"

Xiao Xueer whimpered, as if echoing him.

Jimo Xueyuan stroked its hair behind him, and put the pendant with the small bottle on his neck.

Ever since he discovered the columbarium that day, he knew, perhaps, Xiao Jiu'er and the others were not dead.

only……

Xiao Jiuer, if you were still alive, why didn't you come to Brother Mo?
"Your Highness, it's time to eat." Chen Feng walked in and said.

"This hall is not hungry."

"Your Highness, why don't you eat something. You haven't touched a drop of water for several days, even if you don't think about yourself, don't you want to avenge Miss Xiaojiuer?"

"The murderer who killed Miss Xiao Jiu'er's family has not been found yet. If anything happens to you, no one will avenge Miss Xiao Jiu'er!"

Chen Feng earnestly comforted him, and Jimo Xueyuan finally responded.

"Order to go down."

Knowing that he was willing to eat, Chen Feng was very pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly asked someone to bring the food.

After eating, just as Chen Feng walked out of Mo Jiu Palace, he met Emperor Zhaoyan.

He was about to salute, but Emperor Zhaoyan waved his hand to stop him.

Looking at the food left in his hand, he frowned, "Your Highness, don't you want to eat?"

"Your Majesty, Your Highness ate some."

"What's the point of eating some? Give me these, and I'll send them to him."

After saying that, Emperor Zhaoyan carried it in.

Chen Feng looked at the back of Emperor Zhaoyan's Wei'an, and was touched for a moment.

These years, if it weren't for the emperor's love and protection, His Highness would have already...

(End of this chapter)