On the wedding night, Concubine Doctor took two cute treasures and blew up the palace

Seeing Lu Yilan get on the carriage and leave, Wen Sil slowly let out a breath.

This big trouble is becoming increasingly difficult to solve. It is best to resolve the matter of revenge quickly to avoid further complications.

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

She returned to the mourning hall, where Bai Yunxiao's face was like the pestle of Yama. Li Xiangyun and Wen Ruqian were so frightened that they cried so hard that their throats became hoarse and they did not dare to stop.

Until late at night, the two people who fainted from crying were carried back to their respective courtyards by the servants. Wen Sil knelt in front of the hall to keep vigil.

Ayun quietly opened the door and walked in, put down a bowl of still hot porridge and a plate of snacks, and called her softly: "Master, don't be too sad...have something to eat."

Wensil glanced outside and saw that the servants on vigil were all swaying sleepily, and the entire British palace was completely silent.

She casually picked up a piece of snack and bit it, then lowered her voice and asked, "Have you prepared what I asked you to prepare?"

Ayun nodded and straightened his clothes. It could be seen that he had changed into the same coat as Wensil. Since he was shorter than Wensil, he also put some fabric on his waist and shoulders.

Seeing this, Wen Sil didn't say anything, he just moved away and pressed A Yun to where he was originally kneeling.

Ayun wanted to ask something else, but Wensir just patted him on the shoulder and whispered: "Just stay here, don't worry about anything."

As she spoke, she moved behind the altar table in a few steps, took off her outer shirt, revealing the tight-fitting night clothes underneath, then carefully wrapped her face, then turned over deftly, and climbed out through the small side window.

The flexible figure rose and fell several times and stopped on Wen Qingmo's roof.

The room was pitch dark, and she specifically chose the time in the second half of the night to judge when people would be most asleep.

After confirming that there was no movement in the room, she quietly opened a tile, and the cold crossbow arrow was aimed at the bed from the gap in the tile.

"call out--"

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the sharp crossbow arrows pierced the quilt menacingly. Wensil felt happy, but before she could take any further action, her alertness to the dangerous instinct suddenly made the hairs on her back stand on end!

The next moment, she rolled to the side suddenly.

There was a loud "bang", and a huge hole was pierced in the roof. Then, before she could stabilize her body, she fell into the house with a bang of bricks and tiles.

A cold questioning voice sounded, "Who is it!?"

Wen Qingmo stood in front of her intact with a long knife in his hand, the cold tip of the knife touching her forehead.

Wen Sil's heart suddenly became cold.

She had lived with Wen Qingmo for several years, but she never knew that her uncle knew martial arts!

She raised her head and saw a pair of cold eyes under the mask.

"The people who came to take your dog's life!"

After saying this, she suddenly raised her wrist, and the cold crossbow flew out, directly facing Wen Qingmo.

However, he snorted coldly, and the long knife in his hand seemed to have eyes. He blocked the crossbow arrows nimbly, and then smiled disdainfully, "Young man with a yellow mouth."

The next moment, the long knife came like a snake. Wen Si'er hurriedly retreated, but the knife bite came hard. She was shocked to find that she could not avoid this seemingly cumbersome long knife!

Wen Qingmo is not only good at martial arts, but his force is not inferior to hers.

This is really careless!

Wen Si'er broke out in a cold sweat. She gritted her teeth and tried to dodge. The crossbow arrow in her hand was aimed at the long knife. There was a "stab" sound, and the blade moved a little, and it slashed across her calf, leaving a bloody splash. The huge pain from the flesh-breaking pain made Wensil stagger, and the numbness that spread from the wound made the movement of half of her body freeze.

This knife is actually poisonous!
She can no longer fall in love with the war, otherwise, she will be blamed here!

Thinking this, she turned over and ran out of the window.

"Where to run!?"

A sharp palm wind came from behind. Wen Si'er flexibly turned sideways and dodged it at a tricky angle, and then she raised the crossbow.

Wen Qingmo subconsciously tried to block it, but the knife was already lying in front of him. Unexpectedly, the crossbow arrow spurted out a stream of white smoke, and the choking smoke filled the air instantly.

Wen Qingmo's face darkened. He waved away the white smoke and rushed forward. The man had long since disappeared from the window.

The guards who heard the noise finally arrived. He flicked his sleeves and said, "He has a stab wound. He will definitely not be able to run far. Go and chase him!"

"Yes!"

……

Wen Sil staggered out and ran out. Her injured calf became increasingly numb, and half of her body became stiff. Blood loss and poisoning made her eyesight dim.

The sound of pursuing soldiers came from behind. She gritted her teeth and glanced at the pool not far away.

She remembered that the pool was connected to the moat.

Before she could make up her mind, suddenly, a hand with sharp bones stretched out from the shadow next to her, covered her mouth, and dragged her into the darkness.

Wen Sil was suddenly startled, and subconsciously grabbed the crossbow and was about to fight back. The next moment, his wrist was pressed against the wall, and the attack was easily resolved.

She looked up and met a pair of cold, naturally smiling peach blossom eyes.

Wen Sil felt her heart drop hard. She opened her eyes wide in surprise and murmured silently: Lu Yilan...?
Lu Yilan raised her eyebrows slightly and squinted at the embarrassed person in front of her.

The wrist under the palm is slender, and the touch is exceptionally delicate, and his eyelashes look longer than the woman's.

He subconsciously rubbed the wrist and frowned slightly, why is Wen Chengming so thin and slender as a woman? He broke the wrist with just a flick of his hand.

Wen Sil's scalp was so frightened by Lu Yilan's caressing movements that he pushed the person away while he was stunned. He pressed against the wall vigilantly and gritted his teeth: "My lord, why are you here!?"

Lu Yilan did not answer her words, but looked her up and down for a moment, with surprise and interest in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter why I am here, but you, why are you so sneaky in your own house?"

Wensil gritted his teeth and was about to speak when suddenly, the sound of pursuing soldiers sounded not far away.

"The assassin ran this way! Search carefully!"

Wen Sil was startled. Seeing Lu Yilan standing there so carelessly, she suddenly became anxious and grabbed him and pulled him forward.

"Stand inside so you don't get discovered."

She was too hasty and didn't hold back her strength. Lu Yilan was distracted and without noticing, he was pulled straight by her.

The two of them collided face to face and chest to chest. Lu Yilan directly pressed the person against the wall. In an instant, the distance suddenly shrunk and their breaths became entangled.

Lu Yilan bowed her body, her lips just a few feet away from Wen Sir's profile. Hot breath hit her face, and Wen Sir froze suddenly... (End of Chapter)