Meng Shiyue's eyes were sunken, and suddenly waved her hand. Hongyu immediately led people to search around.

Sihai Bugui coughed lightly. After a cough, he couldn't help but start to cough violently. Each cough still overflowed with a little bloody smell.

Meng Shiyue's heart tightened and hurriedly supported him and said, "Senior Brother, you are very injured. Can you follow me back to the palace and let the imperial doctor treat it?"

The four seas are not returning, but they just look at Meng Xiaoyue. Before Meng Shiyue speaks again, he finally nods.

Meng Shiyue didn't think too much, so she hugged him and stepped into the palace.

After Sima Yanji greeted Meng Xiaoyue, she immediately led people to follow him and returned from the palace.

Until everyone left, Meng Xiaoyue was still standing there, looking coldly at the direction they left, and her thin lips pursed into a cold and righteous line.

What did Lord Mengjun mean just now? What did he want to do?

Such a good opportunity can be slandered by her, why would he rather miss it? But he obviously deliberately let himself hurt under her...

Could it be that he has other plans? Or is he trying to win over her? Where is Prince Xiaoyao? Where is Prince Xiaoyao now?

In the courtyard of Zhaixing Palace, when Mo Zhu's body was carried back, no one in the courtyard dared to hum.

In the yard, A'an was so quiet that even the evening breeze could hear the rustling sound that could be heard clearly.

She died under the palm of someone else's hand, but she still regained her hand. With a man as powerful as Mo Zhu, she died so easily...

Although her death did not make Meng Shiyue feel heartbroken, she always felt a little heavy. Who is so brave to kill Mo Zhu under her nose?

Didn’t she follow the world tonight? What about Ali? Where is Ali? Why did her senior brother suddenly go out again? Did he leave by himself or was taken away by someone? How did Meng Xiaoyue catch up with them?

Many doubts seemed to be in front of us, but they could not see clearly, because the most critical person was lying on the bed without humming after he came back.

Apart from accepting the service of the servants and the treatment of the imperial doctor, he said nothing and ignored it. Even Meng Shiyue asked him, he was unwilling to say a word.

Until Mo Zhu's body was sent back, Meng Shiyue went out of the bedroom and came to the yard. Her eyes fell on the body. She was hit by two palms, and a fatal palm was placed on the cover of the Tianling.

It is obvious that when she died, her face was a little calm, without fear, no anxiety, or even no anger. What happened tonight? Under what circumstances did she die?

Not long after, Sima Yanji brought a team of people back and came to the yard to walk to Meng Shiyue. She leaned into her arms and said, "See Your Majesty."

"How?" Meng Shiyue's eyes moved away from Mo Zhu's body and looked at her.

Sima Yanji met her gaze and said in a deep voice: "I am incompetent. I have not yet found the whereabouts of Prince Xiaoyao. I would like to ask Your Majesty to surrender."

Meng Shiyue didn't say anything, but Hongyu walked over and came to her. She suddenly knelt down with a pounce, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, please leave this matter to me. Please also ask Your Majesty to give your subordinates a name token, so that you can freely enter and exit the imperial city and even every place in the palace."

"Do you want to investigate the prince of Zhenbei?" Meng Shiyue looked at her with her eyes down.

Hongyu nodded and said firmly: "Yes."

Meng Shiyue didn't say anything, her thin lips were pursed tightly. No one knew what she was thinking at this moment. After a moment, she suddenly turned around and walked into the dormitory.

Two attendants followed her, but they were both opening the door for her. After she entered, they stood outside the door without daring to make any more noise.

Everyone in the courtyard still maintained their actions just now, either kneeling, standing, or bowing their heads to stand aside. No one dared to say a word, and no one knew clearly what they should do next.

After a while, the door of the dormitory was finally opened again. This time, two old imperial doctors came out. One of them was holding something in his hand and strode into the hospital, staring at Hongyu and said, "Mr. Hongyu, Your Majesty ordered the old minister to give you this token."

Hongyu's eyebrows lit up, and she hurriedly bowed to the token in the imperial doctor's hand, then stretched out her hands and raised them high on her head. The old imperial doctor carefully delivered the token to her hand.

After taking the token, Hongyu stood up and put the token in her arms with a very cautious attitude, then looked at the old imperial doctor and said, "Mr. Imperial Doctor, does Your Majesty say how to deal with Mo Zhu's body?"

The old imperial doctor shook his head, and Hongyu walked over without saying a word, directing the two of them to lift Mo Zhu's body up, and she led the people to the door of the bedroom.

It was not until they walked away and their bodies completely disappeared from everyone's sight that Sima Yanji looked at the old imperial doctor and said, "Your Majesty, what else should I say to my subordinates?"

The old imperial doctor shook his head. Sima Yanji had no choice but to look at the closed door of the dormitory again, and led his people out of the door of the dormitory, allowing some guards to guard their posts. She led another group of people and continued to rush to the back mountain to find the shadow of Prince Xiaoyao.

Mo Zhu died, Meng Jun was injured, and the Prince of Zhenbei appeared at the scene for no reason, but Prince Xiaoyao disappeared... There were too many things tonight. At this moment, for her, the primary task was to rescue Prince Xiaoyao, or... arrest him.

Everyone walked away, and the entire bedroom became quiet again, silent.

In Meng Shiyue's dormitory, the two attendants finished everything, then they bowed their heads and hurriedly retreated.

Until the only two of them were left in the room, Meng Shiyue stared at Sihai Bugui and said, "What happened tonight? Why did you appear in the back mountain? Did you go there yourself, or did someone take you there?"

Tonight she was going to practice with Chu Jiangnan, so she didn't go to Zhaixing Temple to accompany him at night. When she came back, she wanted to see him, but she thought it was already early in the morning and didn't want to affect his rest. In addition, after practicing tonight, she felt that her skills had increased again. When she was happy, she returned to Zhaixing Temple to continue to use her skills and regulate her breathing.

I didn’t expect that so many things had happened in just less than two hours.

If it was about to light up today, he looked worried. Ali disappeared. How many things did he know about her not know? Are you worried or worried, or have something else to think about?

Unable to hear his answer, she said again: "Why do you want to thank Meng Xiaoyue for helping you? How did she save you? Why did she save you? Who was you harmed by you and need her to help?"

Sihai Bugui leaned on the head of the bed, looked at her calmly, and still said no words.

Meng Shiyue has an absolutely good temper and patience in front of him, but facing him like this, he is still a little angry.

"Senior brother, when are you going to hide it? Is the matter tonight related to Ali? Was he missing or left by himself? If you don't say it, I will send someone to investigate tomorrow. If my people find out what Ali did to betray me, you should know that I will never spare him."

The four seas still looked quiet without returning, but they just looked at her and looked back, not knowing which corner they were heading.

It wasn't the first day he did not want to talk, and no matter what she said, he always ignored it.

Meng Shiyue was indeed used to it in the past. If he didn't say it, then he would say it himself, and if he didn't just do something with him, at least she wouldn't be angry.

But tonight is different. She died a right-hand man, and her man didn't know how much he did with her back.

A man went to the back mountain inexplicably. Judging from everything she saw when she arrived, if it weren't for Meng Xiaoyue's ill-heartedness, then she would have been hiding something from her.

No matter which one it was, it was not something she liked. At this moment, she felt extremely upset.

"Do you think you have been silent, and I can't do anything to you?" She stepped over and leaned towards him: "Senior Brother, I want to live a good life with you, and I don't want to have too many disputes with you, but if you keep getting along with me in this way, I don't know what I will do when I am really impatient. Senior Brother, I don't think you don't want to see me crazy one day. You should know that once I'm crazy, I might do something that catch you off guard. If you regret it, I'm afraid you will feel too late."

Sihai Bugui's face did not change at all. He just moved his position and lay down where he was, with his back facing her.

"Senior Brother." Meng Shiyue tightened her palm, and suddenly buckled his wrist, pulled him gently, and pulled him back.

She leaned over and pressed over, lowered her eyes and stared at his ink-like eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Did you let Ah Leave do something? Where is he now? If you don't say it anymore, don't blame me for being rude."

Sihai Bugui slowly closed his eyes. No matter what she said and did, he always looked like he ignored him.

Meng Shiyue gritted her teeth and her voice became completely cold: "Do you really think I dare not touch you?"

As he tightened his fingers, he suddenly pulled his clothes on his clothes, pulled them hard, and hissed. Her robe was completely torn in half by her, and her strong upper body was so honest that it was in her sight.

It is clearly so quiet and outstriving, but the texture is clear and sexy.

She liked his appearance. When she put on her clothes, she looked like a legitimate immortal, so beautiful that she had no trace of human fireworks at all.

But when she took off his clothes, her strength aroused a sense of indescribable dependence. She actually thought that one day she could rely on this man.

Dependence... What an incredible thing for a woman in the Dream Clan. Since men are the objects of women's venting, how can they say dependence?

How can a man make a woman rely on? If someone spys on her, she will be afraid that she will look down on her.
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