Concubine's Pond

At dusk, in Shangjing City, south of the city, in the deep courtyard of a mansion.

"My lord, we have the latest news about her."

A man in a black robe appeared in the courtyard like a ghost, and whispered to the slender figure who was painting a fairy.

In those crystal-clear, slender, almost transparent hands, the black brush that seemed to have spirituality suddenly gave a pause--

Mo Xun raised his head abruptly, a pair of mysterious and deep eyes with Chinese colors blooming like fireworks!

"Say." A single voice revealed his urgent emotion.

"Disfigured, seriously injured and need to be bedridden for more than a year." Huh?The master's reaction seems to be... Could it be...?The man in the black robe was surprised by Mo Xun's reaction, and he felt a little suspicious in his heart, but his answer was still meticulous, "The news came from two sources, one is Yunfu, and the other is the imperial doctor of the Prince Regent's Palace."

"Snapped!"

The black writing brush snapped off!

Heavens, the lord will really treat the princess regent...!The eyes of the man in the black robe suddenly changed drastically, the suspicion in his heart was completely confirmed, and a hint of horror appeared on his face involuntarily!

"Are you sure about the source of the information?" Mo Xun coldly threw away the broken brush in his hand with mysterious deep eyes full of sharp edges!

"The people in Yunfu saw it with their own eyes. As for the serious injury... It seems that she has no other wounds except for the fracture of her right leg, so the subordinates infer that she was injured by internal organs..." A thin layer of blood oozes from the forehead. Thin cold sweat, the black man was horrified, swallowed with difficulty, and looked in disbelief at the master who had always been indifferent and peaceful like an exiled fairy, showing such a cold expression.

With the Lord's noble status, wealth and power, what kind of peerless beauty in the world can't be obtained by the Lord, why...

A beautiful face flashed in his mind, and he was shuddering. If Miss Zhu Sha knew about it, then...

Shivering shiveringly, the man in the black robe was too frightened to imagine.

"... What I saw with my own eyes may not be true." A strange gleam flashed in his eyes, Mo Xun's clenched hands suddenly relaxed, and all the coldness on his face disappeared, replaced by the usual tranquility and indifference.

Gently raising his slender hand like jade, a golden waist badge flew towards the man in black robe.

"You, go to Haiyun City yourself, go to the underground secret storehouse of Haiyun Pavilion and bring the Wannian jade stalactite to the capital."

With the corners of his mouth raised, Mo Xun took a new black brush, dipped it in the ink, and continued to complete the landscape painting that had just been interrupted.

internal injury?Hehe, he doesn't know about others, but he still doesn't know about her abilities?

Even if it was an internal injury, would she need to stay in bed for more than a year?This matter is probably fake. I don't know what that man Huangfu Ye is playing...

But the face... is a problem, although he doesn't really believe that she will be disfigured, the Wannianyu stalactite must be prepared for any danger.

Besides, she is 16 years old and her tibial meridian is almost finalized. If she doesn't wash her marrow with ten thousand years of jade stalactite and cut her bones, she won't be able to practice successfully.

Mo Xun was concentrating on drawing, while thinking about things quickly.

"In addition, send someone to crush all the little bugs outside like flies that are circling the mansion all day long. The buzzing is annoying." In the faint voice, there was the decisive indifference of killing.

"Yes, my lord!" The man in the black robe replied solemnly with a cold look in his eyes, but the next second he was staring at the golden token in his hand with trepidation, sweating all over his body...

He can almost predict what kind of storm will be set off in the clan after Miss Zhusha and the clan hall know about this...

"Well, it's okay, let's go."

With a faint smile, Mo Xun stopped making a sound, his eyes focused on the rice paper, and the black writing brush seemed to have spirituality in his hands, jumping on the rice paper one after another, quickly sketching a magnificent landscape picture, and the air spread across the air. A faint scent of ink...

Not long after the man in the black robe left, Mo Xun finally put down the black brush, admired the elegant and vast sky and water spread out on the stone table, and nodded in satisfaction, with a light smile on the corner of his lips, but That ray of smile was only halfway through blooming, and it froze suddenly!

"Who is it!" In an instant, Mo Xun's whole body tensed up, cold murderous intent shot out through his body, he picked up the black brush and shot it out with his backhand!

In the afterglow of the sunset, the black writing brush turned into a vigorous black lightning bolt. With palpitating speed and murderous aura, it shot towards the corner where there was a slight abnormal noise like tearing the air!

But the black writing brush, which turned into a weapon of death, was caught in the next breath by two slender fingers that were as long as jade, and it couldn't stir up a storm!

"Oh, Xun, I haven't seen you for a while, your martial arts have improved a lot..." An evil laugh came from a dark corner. All the splendor and prosperity of the world.

"Read?! Why did you come to the capital?!" Mo Xun's icy murderous aura instantly receded like a tide, and his eyes burst into unimaginable ecstasy...

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The forbidden area behind the Prince Regent's Mansion, Tonghua Terrace, and Zhuhong Xiaozhu.

Cinnabar was leaning lazily on the rattan chair as if sleepy, her flowery face was covered with haggardness and melancholy like light smoke that made me feel pitiful.

"Where's the night?" She asked softly, her bright eyes half-opened and half-closed, revealing a blurred brilliance.

The ice-cold Ming Ruojing stood in front of her. Hearing this, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he said slowly: "I'm going back home with her. It seems that I'm going to live in Yunfu soon."

"I heard that she was disfigured? She was seriously injured and had to be bedridden for more than a year?" Zhu Sha's voice was so soft that it could almost melt into the air. She couldn't hear any emotions. The cold light that flashed in an instant revealed a trace of her true inner fluctuations.

"Fake, she only has a broken right leg." Ming Ruojing smiled coldly, and the sarcasm and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"...Is that so...he started to protect her, just like me." Zhu Sha slowly closed her bright eyes, a sad smile appeared on her vermilion lips.

The right hand tightly held in the wide satin sleeve stretched out, and a thin white porcelain bottle lay quietly in her palm.

It shook slightly, and the sound of water was in an uproar.

She whispered exhaustedly: "This is Poppy Poppy. I drank the leftovers when I entered the palace. Only seven drops are enough. Go, I'm tired."

Ming Ruojing gave her a deep and loving look in his eyes full of pain, took it without saying a word, turned and left...

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