Secret agent crossing: Overbearing prince's favorite concubine

Chapter 335 It turns out that he died
After the assassin was dealt with, Mo Qingli immediately began to search her body, but the assassin had nothing but a hidden weapon and a flying dragon probing claw. She had no idea what the identity of the assassin was.

Mo Qingli picked up the hidden weapon and looked at it. The tips of these silver nails were black, obviously poisonous, and the sword, with a blue blade, was also poisonous.

Who is it that insists on putting her to death, and who can find her as soon as she leaves the palace, it must be the one who is monitoring her on a daily basis.

Mo Qingli suddenly realized something, and hurried to Uncle Gu's residence immediately.

"Uncle Gu." A soft call sounded.

Gu Jiuli opened his eyes suddenly, and Mo Qingli came in from the window, pulled off his mask and quickly revealed his identity, "It's me."

Gu Jiuli was a little surprised, isn't Mo Qingli imprisoned by the deposed queen now?How could you still leave the palace? He hurriedly asked: "Miss, what happened? Why did you suddenly leave the palace? Are you in any trouble?"

Mo Qingli shook her head and said, "Uncle Gu, I'm fine, I just want to go out for a walk, where's Gu Yumu?"

Speaking of Gu Yumu, Gu Jiuli was a little surprised, but he still told the truth, "That kid Yumu kept his jade pendant, and he probably planned to go out again. This kid didn't even say hello in the middle of the night."

"Going away, where did he go?" Mo Qingli was taken aback, he went away, was it just last night?He used the same excuse to deal with Uncle Gu.

"I don't know, this kid has always been without a trace. I've been used to it all these years. What's wrong with you?" Gu Jiuli was very relieved of Gu Yumu's martial arts and character, because Gu Yumu had no worries and never cared about him. Will not be fooled by worldly temptations, his sword is always rational and calm.

He didn't know that Gu Yumu had tried to kill Jun Shecang to vent his anger on Mo Qingli, and he didn't know that Gu Yumu had already secretly fallen in love with Mo Qingli. He just thought that his cold-tempered and martial arts son had more things to do.

Mo Qingli calmed down, smiled and said: "I'm just curious, it's a pity that I can't see him when I go out of the palace, but Uncle Gu, do you know if he has any friends?"

"Friend, he doesn't have many friends because of his temperament, that is, he is familiar with Lao Wang in Yizhuang outside the city, because some tasks are found for him by Lao Wang, and he doesn't like to contact people with his temperament, and it's not safe to meet other people. "Gu Yumu didn't hide much from Gu Jiuli, and Gu Jiuli didn't hide much from Mo Qingli either.

Mo Qingli nodded, looked at Gu Jiuli and asked, "Uncle Gu, how are you doing now? I was trapped in the palace, and I couldn't take a good look at Uncle Gu. I always thought that I couldn't meet and talk to him."

From the time she chose to leave the palace and the capital, Mo Qingli cut off everything here with peace of mind. When she came back again, Uncle Gu still cared about her, and Gu Yumu was still protecting her. They are her real relatives .

Gu Jiuli quickly said: "Miss, you don't need to care about us, but I am very worried about whether Miss will be bullied in the palace. Your Majesty's doing this is simply too much."

"Uncle Gu, I'm fine. He has his reasons for doing this." Mo Qingli looked at the sky outside and said to Gu Jiuli, "I don't have much time, I have to go back quickly, Gu Uncle, take good care of yourself and don't worry about me."

After saying that, Mo Qingli went out immediately.

But her figure in the night did not go in the direction of the palace, but walked directly outside the city.

The wind is blowing, and on this night, it seems that the moon has become cold.

The cold wind hit her face like a knife. Mo Qingli wore a mask and rushed all the way to Yizhuang. She was dressed in black, and she looked like a god of death who harvested life under the moonlight.

Yizhuang outside the city is not a small-scale Zhuangzi. There are white spirit banners and white lanterns hanging here. The yard is full of coffins. If ordinary people pass by, they will probably be scared to death, but strangers Qingli had seen too many dead people, and these coffins did not have any deterrent effect in her eyes.

A middle-aged fat man was sitting in front of the door and was carving something with a knife. He was concentrating on it, his expression was very focused, and the knife in his hand was also very flexible. It slowly revealed beautiful patterns on the wood. It was an exquisite sword.

A figure silently landed in front of him, the knife in his hand gleaming coldly.

The fat man looked up at the man in black in front of him, and smiled disdainfully: "Where is this hero, what are you doing here in my Yizhuang?"

"I'm here to find a man named Lao Wang." Mo Qingli said.

Unexpectedly, it was a woman, the fat man was a little surprised, he said: "I am, what do you want me for?"

"I'm looking for Gu Yumu."

After finishing a soft sentence, the fat man was a little startled, then he looked away and said, "I don't know the person you're talking about."

In the next second, the sword fell directly on his neck, as fast as lightning.

The fat man snorted and laughed, "Do you think I've spent most of my life here with dead people, and now I'm still afraid of death?"

"Where did he go?" Mo Qingli asked, "I didn't come to seek revenge, I just wanted to find him."

"I don't know him, how do I know where he went?" The fat man continued to lower his head to carve his own things.

Mo Qingli said softly: "But you carved his sword."

Fatty looked at the wood that had barely carved a sword hilt in his hand, then looked at Mo Qingli, and curled his lips, "No one can live under his sword, you are an exception."

"Then can you tell me where he went?" Mo Qingli said.

The fat man shook his head, "No comment."

"Why? Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" Mo Qingli panicked, raised her sword and cut the fat man's neck. A trace of numbness exploded on his neck, but the fat man's expression was calm, and Mo Qingli read There were so many people, knowing that Fatty is really not afraid of death, and he doesn't care, let go of the sword, sat beside Fatty and said, "I'm looking for him."

The fat man pulled the corners of his lips heartlessly, "Why, you fell in love with him?"

Like Gu Yumu, Mo Qingli hooked the corners of her lips, "No, it's just a very important person, yesterday he suddenly said some strange things to me, I was always uneasy, so I wanted to come out to find him, but I couldn't Can't find him."

The fat man didn't speak any more, only Mo Qingli was talking to himself.

"I think not being able to find him may be good news, because I don't know if I can bear the next truth, but I don't want to escape like this. If you can see him again, let him come back to see me as soon as possible. Me and Gu Uncle misses him very much."

After finishing speaking, Mo Qingli got up and was about to leave.

"Wait." The fat man stopped her.

She turned and looked at the fat man, "Is there something wrong?"

"I think if he is the queen, the empress will come out to look for him, and she will want to meet her. At least there will be one more person in the world who will care about him." The fat man dropped the wood in his hand and took a picture. After patting the sawdust on his body, he got up and walked back to the mountain.

Mo Qingli hurriedly followed behind him. The back mountain was a wasteland, and some crooked stone monuments stood there, as if there were foxes howling in the woods, which made people feel hairy.

"You are not afraid at all, you are not an ordinary woman." At this moment, the fat man turned around and praised Mo Qingli.

"Since you already know my identity, you should know my abilities." Mo Qingli had already taken off her mask, her plain face looked very beautiful under the moonlight, and the expression on her face did not match her identity indifferent.

Regarding Mo Qingli, Old Wang also heard from his good friend.

Gu Yumu has a cold temper and never speaks to others. Lao Wang himself is a hard-nosed man. He once had a family, a wife and daughter, and they all died. Others said he killed him, so Lao Wang changed his career to watch the justice Zhuang, secretly tied the strings for the assassination mission, and Gu Yumu, the year-end friend, also had a lot of contact with the mission. The two of them didn't communicate with other people, and they drank together most of the time.

Gu Yumu has no one else to talk to, so he suppresses more worries in his heart, and only mumbles a few words when drinking.

From his few words, Old Wang could tell that this cold person would also be emotional, but what he liked was the emperor's woman, and she had no sense of presence around her.

Old Wang buried Gu Yumu, his only friend, last night.

In front of a small mound, there is nothing, the soil is new soil, the grass has not had time to grow, it looks extremely fresh.

"Why didn't you leave?" Mo Qingli stared at him and asked.

"It's already here." Old Wang sighed, "When he came to me last night, he was on the verge of dying. He was injured by the Zhang family's hidden guards. He was poisoned and there was no cure. I was also very surprised. He It was the acupoints that sealed the spread of the poisonous blood, and it only lasted until the second half of the night."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe it." Although there was a faint suspicion in her heart, Mo Qingli still couldn't accept the scene in front of her. She grabbed Lao Wang's hand and asked, "If you dare to lie to me, I will Just bury you here."

"I have nothing to lie to you." Lao Wang said lightly, "If you don't believe me, why come to me."

Mo Qingli knelt down and began to dig the soil with her hands. She had to see it with her own eyes to believe it, otherwise why would she point to a pile of soil and tell her that it was Gu Yumu? Gu Yumu was a living person, not a mound.

Seeing that the usually calm woman in front of him lost control, Old Wang just stood a little far away and didn't speak. He was used to watching other people's sorrows and joys, and being himself an outsider.

Mo Qingli dug back and forth, moving numbly like a machine, digging desperately with her ten fingers inserted into the soil, some sharp small stones in the soil directly scratched her hand, and red blood flowed out , Mo Qingli didn't feel it at all, she just wanted to know if there was Gu Yumu lying in the place separated by several layers of soil.

(End of this chapter)