Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 407 The Secret Inside the Dagger (3)
The marshal seal is only in the hands of the marshal, and the generals and soldiers cannot touch it. Chen Xianhe and Ding Guohou are two little-known characters who are not even qualified to join the Black Tie Army. How could they get such a detailed commander seal? material?
Xiao Qingyu looked at the handsome seal, his deep pupils were filled with black mist, and continued to scan the light curtain, and saw two white jade seals, with 'Xiao Yuanhong seal' and 'Chu Muyan seal' engraved on them respectively.

Mu Yutang knew that Prince Chen's name was Xiao Yuanhong, and Chen Xianhe and the other three possessed the private seals of Prince Chen and Chu Muyan, so they must have no good intentions.

Black characters floated up and down in the light curtain, and a sad picture unfolded in front of Mu Yutang: Shuai Seal, Chen Wang Seal, Chu Muyan Seal were successfully imitated, they could forge treason letters, kill Xiao Yuanhong, Chu Muyan, Xuan Tiejun , seize military power!

In a few words, important information was revealed. Prince Chen and Chu Muyan did not rebel, they were framed by others. Chen Xianhe, Marquis Dingguo, and Mu Zhen are absolutely inseparable from each other!

Mu Yutang's dark pupils narrowed, and she looked up at Xiao Qingyu, only to see that his clear complexion was a little gray, and there was a sharp cold light in his eyes that she couldn't understand: "Xiao Qingyu, what's wrong with you?"

The cold voice pierced into his ears, and the sharpness in Xiao Qingyu's eyes disappeared instantly, and the corner of his mouth curved into a shallow smile: "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

There was almost inaudible desolation in the clear voice, as keen as Mu Yutang, and she could hear it clearly. The Xiao Qingyu she had seen was lonely and arrogant, strategizing, and didn't pay attention to big things, but in front of him For him, the depths of his pupils were filled with faint wounds, as if he had encountered something he could do nothing about...

"My lord, the Prince Yan's Mansion is here." Feng Wuhen's voice came from outside.

Mu Yutang's eyes were fixed, and she raised the curtain of the car: "Come in and have a seat, I'll make you some tea." Xiao Qingyu has something on her mind, so when she's making tea, she can make a side note.

Xiao Qingyu sat still in the carriage, Mu Yutang's bright smile was reflected in his deep eyes, and he smiled slightly: "I have something to go back to Xuechen Building, so I won't accompany you tonight... This is for you."

Xiao Qingyu took out a box and put it in Mu Yutang's hand.

The box is big, beautiful, and delicate. Mu Yutang looked at the words on it, and opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Mooncake."

Xiao Qingyu looked at her astonished gaze, and there was a trace of doubt in his pupils: "It's normal to eat mooncakes on Mid-Autumn Festival. Did you forget that today is Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Uh!
Three drops of cold sweat appeared on Mu Yutang's forehead. She had so many things going on recently that she really forgot that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!
Xiao Qingyu looked at her gloomy little face, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile: "I'll spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you tomorrow night."

"Okay." Mu Yutang nodded. Xiao Qingyu was in a hurry to go back to Xuechen Tower. There must be something very important. She wouldn't cling to him. The moon is sixteen on the fifteenth day. Same.

The gorgeous car curtain fell, covering Xiao Qingyu's picturesque handsome face.

Watching the red sandalwood carriage drive out of the street, turning a corner and disappearing, Mu Yutang took the mooncakes and was about to go back home. Unexpectedly, she turned around and ran into Apu, who also put a box of mooncakes into Mu Yutang's hands, smiling. Said: "Princess, the prince has important matters to deal with tonight, and he is not free for the time being, you can eat a piece of moon cake first, and he will accompany you to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow night."

Mu Yutang frowned. Xiao Qingyu and Nangong Yan usually had nothing to do, but when it came to Mid-Autumn Festival, they were all out of time, and they all pushed the Mid-Autumn Festival from the fifteenth to the sixteenth. She wanted one for the Mid-Autumn Festival when thousands of families were reunited. People have...

Seeing the guards in uniform, her eyes flickered, and she said with a smile: "Apu, prepare a car for me, I'm going to the Soviet General's Mansion."

I haven't seen cousin Biying for a long time, let's go see her during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The prison in Shuntian Mansion was dark and damp, and the dark smell lingered on the tip of his nose. Hou Dingguo frowned tightly because of the smell. The dry grass on the ground was stinky and hard, which made him restless and stared fiercely at the depths of the prison.

Chen Xianhe's jokes are still in my ears, Ding Guohou's gloomy and terrifying face really made Chen Xianhe's stinking mouth right, he was imprisoned to be a neighbor with Chen Xianhe after only one day...

The breeze blew by, bringing a faint fragrance of green lotus, and the snow clothes fluttered silently in front of him. Marquis Dingguo was stunned. The prison was guarded at every step and sentry at five steps. Xiao Qingyu How could it sneak in quietly?

He almost killed Mu Yutang, Xiao Qingyu must hate him very much, but this time, did he come to kill him?

Looking at Xiao Qingyu's calm and breezy face, Ding Guohou was on guard all over his body: "I don't know what is the business of Prince Xiao coming to the prison in Shuntian Mansion?"

"You really don't remember who I am?" Xiao Qingyu looked at him indifferently, his deep eyes were calm and unwavering, but the pupils were like two dark whirlpools, which were getting deeper and deeper. Dingguohou was terrified, and Qinglongguo was shocked. He recognized the talented Xiao Shizi even when he turned into ashes, but according to Xiao Qingyu's meaning, he had another identity, the son of King Qi, what other identity could he have?
He frowned, puzzled.

"I have a very deep impression of Ding Guohou. 16 years ago, your sword piercing the chest gave me a huge poison that the world can't understand. I will never forget your voice and smile in this life." Xiao Qingyu's voice It was clear and indifferent, but Ding Guohou's complexion changed drastically when he heard it, and he looked at Xiao Qingyu fixedly. This year, 16 years ago, he was a child of two or three years old... a child... a huge poison...

Hou Dingguo's eyes widened sharply, and he examined Xiao Qingyu carefully. His figure was tall and straight, and his face was handsome and thin. He had nothing in common with that chubby and cute child back then. His eyes were bottomless and dark like obsidian, similar to that Children are exactly the same.

Marquis Dingguo backed away in horror as if he had seen a ghost: "You...you're not dead..." His sword clearly pierced through the child's heart, and the poison was enough to kill dozens of adults. How could a two or three-year-old child survive?

"When you laughed and swung your sword, I moved my body and chose an angle. Your sword didn't pierce my heart. I'm very glad that you were so happy. The pride in killing me prevented you from carefully looking at my injuries. , I threw my body into the wilderness, I deserved to die, I met a miracle doctor, he helped me suppress the poison..." Xiao Qingyu's voice was very calm, as if he was describing an insignificant incident.

But Ding Guohou knew that under Xiao Qingyu's calm surface, there must be a monstrous storm hidden.

16 years ago, he was promoted by a nobleman. He was full of confidence and arrogance. He led his subordinates to chase the child for seven days and seven nights, and blocked him in a small mountain valley. He brutally killed all of them in front of the child. The guard protecting the child intentionally splashed blood all over the child's body and face.

He smiled ferociously, holding the long sword dripping with blood, and walked towards the child step by step. He just wanted the child to panic, fear, despair, cry and beg for mercy...

(End of this chapter)