Secret agent crossing: Overbearing prince's favorite concubine

Chapter 380 Everyone's Suspicion

On the other hand, Mo Qingli rested her chin on the attic, and leaned lazily on the window frame, her beautiful face added a bit of sadness. She watched the farce in the flower pavilion without saying a word, and the breeze gently Blowing up a few strands of broken hair on her forehead, Mo Qingli had to use her hands to easily pin the disobedient hair behind her ears. She gently withdrew her gaze, turned and left the window.

Mo Qingli sat on the soft bed in the room, poured herself a cup of tea, but didn't drink it. She used her left hand to line her head, and her right hand knocked on the small table again and again, as if she was It's normal to think about some very serious problems, and the expression on his face is also inexplicably serious.

Mo Qingli was a little distressed. It seemed that her actions yesterday were a little impulsive. Although she learned that the Nine Palaces of the Desert had secret contacts with the envoys of the six countries, she was alarmed. The suspicion was on his own head, so how could Long Yutian not think of it?
However, this Long Yutian's thoughts are really unpredictable. The maid said that the assassin came yesterday, and the desert nine palaces did not strengthen patrols. It can be seen that Long Yutian did not let this matter go out. What is it for?Could it be that he was thinking of his kindness for saving his wife and children?Mo Qingli suddenly discovered that the people in the Nine Palaces of the Desert were all unpredictable.

After this incident, Mo Qingli began to keep a low profile, and seldom went out of the attic door. She knew in her heart that she might not be a fuel-efficient lamp in the eyes of others. The best way at present is not to If he acted rashly again, Long Yutian gradually relaxed his vigilance towards himself.

In the meeting hall of the Nine Palaces, Long Yutian sat in the upper seat and looked at the people below with a serious face. In this hall, apart from the high priest who hated Mo Qingli deeply, there were also those who were bumped into by Mo Qingli in the past few days. Messenger of the Six Nations.Long Yutian was silent for a while, and said to the high priest below with some headaches: "Didn't I say that? I haven't seen you these few days, why don't you stay in your palace well, why are you here again?"

The priest bowed respectfully to Long Yutian, and said: "His Royal Highness, the old man heard some movement yesterday." Having said that, he looked at the envoy from the six countries standing beside him, He continued meaningfully: "This matter about the messengers from the six countries is not a trivial matter. Your Highness, if someone with a heart sees it, the old man thinks it may be a little troublesome."

When Long Yutian heard the high priest's words, he felt a little irritable. He had told him clearly before that he should not spend his time on Mo Qingli, but this old man seemed to be in love with Mo Qingli. If there was a chance, he would stare at Mo Qingli tightly, making Long Yutian even more irritable and depressed. He glanced at the high priest angrily, but the high priest did not avoid it this time. Opening Long Yutian's gaze, the meaning of that gaze was undisguised, as if Long Yutian was determined to give him an explanation.

Long Yutian looked at the overbearing high priest, snorted coldly, and said in a cold tone: "Why, can I change the owner of the Nine Palaces of the Desert now? Is His Highness the master, or the High Priest, you are the master? Could it be that His Highness Do you still need your advice to make a decision?" Hearing Long Yutian's cold tone, the high priest's heart skipped a beat, he knew that he was a little impatient, what kind of status is this Long Yutian?It was the third prince of the Nine Palaces of the Desert that everyone feared and revered. He had always been arrogant and conceited, so how could he endure others violating his bottom line over and over again?
A drop of cold sweat quietly flowed from the forehead of the high priest. After all, he still couldn't get rid of Mo Qingli, and he sighed helplessly in his heart, with a strong unwillingness in his tone: "Your Highness, don't be angry, the old man has not offended you. Your Highness means that the old man will not have trouble with that girl in the future, and please forgive me, Your Highness."

Hearing the high priest's words, Long Yutian's expression softened a little. Looking at the high priest who was kneeling under him with some trepidation, he said: "You were born as a high priest, how can you be so fussy like a woman? I know you are angry." But the poison she put on you, her method is indeed a bit too much, but if I were you, I would not try to get revenge on her here, if you say something nice to her to coax her, let her give you the poison first It’s not impossible to solve it.”

No matter what, the high priest has been in the Nine Palaces of the Desert for so many years, even though Long Yutian blamed him a little in his heart, he still couldn't help thinking about him.The high priest also did a lot of things for Long Yutian during his days in the Nine Palaces of the Desert. At this time, his tone was a bit harsh and he also said some words of comfort to him, so as not to chill him too much.Whether he listened to it or not is unknown.

The high priest sneered in his heart, asking him and that girl Mo Qingli to subdue?How could it be possible, even if he was dying of pain and itching, he would never bow his head to that girl Mo Qingli, otherwise where would he put his old face?The high priest who was thinking this way in his heart had a submissive face on his face, saying yes to Long Yutian in a low voice.

Seeing his attitude, Long Yutian didn't have any desire to talk to him anymore, that's all, the old man should let him hang out for a few days before talking, let him think things through before talking.Long Yutian impatiently waved his hand to the high priest, signaling him to step back first.After the priest withdrew, Long Yutian sent the envoys from the six countries to discuss important matters with them.

Mo Qingli in the attic seemed a bit bored, she tossed and turned on the bed, thinking about how she should send news to Xiaomu and Jun Shecang.Now I don't know if Jun She Cang has seen the mark she left, whether she followed safely, whether she knows that she is in this Shacheng palace, the more Mo Qingli thinks about it, the more empty her heart becomes, she thinks about Jun She Cang , I don’t know if Xiaomu has taken good care of him, and if Jun Shecang’s body is still in the same condition, she became a little bored when she thought about it.

Getting up and opening the closed doors and windows, let the cool breeze blow over her face, the thoughts in her heart gradually calmed down, Mo Qingli raised her head to look at the sky outside the window, thinking of Jun She Cang, even though it was a bit hard for her to be alone in the Nine Palaces of the Desert, she had nothing to fear. She just missed Jun She Cang, and in the middle of the night, she would miss him especially.Mo Qingli pursed her thin lips slightly, took a deep breath, then turned and returned to the room.

Jun Shecang outside the Shacheng Palace, standing alone in the vast desert, looking up at the foggy sky, slightly lost in thought, he is very sure now that Mo Qingli must have entered the Ninth Palace of the Desert Among them, in the past few days, he endured and endured, and only then did he control his urge not to break into the nine palaces of the desert to find someone.But now, he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Jun Shecang looked back at Xiao Mu who was preparing dinner for himself by the carriage. He planned in his heart that he was determined to go to the Nine Palaces of the Desert tomorrow, but Xiao Mu didn't know any martial arts. He was also afraid that something might happen, but if he brought Xiaomu with him, he would inevitably be distracted to take care of him. Thinking of this, Jun Shecang couldn't help frowning.

At this moment, Xiaomu, who had prepared the food, looked up at Jun Shecang, and called out, "My lord, you can come and eat." Xiaomu's voice brought Jun Shecang back to reality, and he walked slowly to the carriage On the side, picked up the food in his hand, looked at Xiaomu, hesitant to speak.

Xiaomu is not stupid, seeing Jun Shecang's worried look, he knew that he had something to say to himself, he gave Jun Shecang the little water in the cup, and said, "Master, these few days In the past few days, we don't have much food left, and there is no news from the young lady, Xiaomu knows that the young master is worried about the young lady."

Hearing what Xiaomu said, Jun Shecang casually put down the things in his hands, looked at Xiaomu's serious face and asked: "Xiaomu, I have already decided in my heart that I will leave for the Shacheng Palace tomorrow night, where it may be very crowded. It's dangerous, I'm worried about you..." At this point, Jun Shecang paused for a moment, then glanced at Xiaomu again and continued: "You don't know martial arts, I just want you to stay here, and I'm also worried about this person going out of the desert. People will harm you, what do you think in your heart?"

After listening to Jun Shecang's words, Xiaomu replied without hesitation: "Young Master, I am not afraid. Xiaomu's life was saved by the young master and the young lady. Apart from you, Xiaomu has no other relatives in this world. I am willing to go with the young master." Look for Miss, please make it all right.” Jun Shecang nodded in his heart, and understood Xiaomu’s worries about Mo Qingli, he remembered that when Mo Qingli was still there, he took extra care of Xiaomu, that’s all, he will be careful tomorrow Just a little bit, with his ability, couldn't he still be able to keep a little wood?

The time soon came to the second day, Jun Shecang and Xiaomu sat in the carriage, quietly waiting for the night.Waiting until the evening, Jun Shecang raised his eyes and watched the round sunset slowly approaching the ridgeline of the desert in the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun filled the quiet desert, which looked a little gray against the desert. deep red.A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he unconsciously touched the ring on his thumb with his fingers. Finally, it's time, Qingli, I'm here to pick you up.

Jun Shecang took Xiaomu to the direction of the Nine Palaces of the Desert. When they drove the carriage to a sand dune, Jun Shecang inexplicably felt that something was wrong here. After he stopped the carriage, he took Xiaomu Headed over to the dunes.Seeing his young master walking around the sand dune, Xiaomu touched his head in distress, and followed Jun Shecang to carefully observe the sand dunes here. The book on fire also looks very unclear.He looked at Jun Shecang with some confusion, and asked in confusion: "My lord, are we not going to the sand city palace? This is just an ordinary sand dune, so what's so strange about it?"

(End of this chapter)