Ghost eye mad concubine is too hot

Chapter 124

"Yun Zhongque, you too." Huo Ruge looked at Yun Zhongque, with a hint of pleading in his clear eyes.

Seeing this, Yunzhong Que shrugged his shoulders, and was the first to walk out of the cabin, and the rest of them disappeared into the cabin after a short pause. Monk Fuer was the last one in the process of turning his head three times. go out.

"You can talk now." After only Huo Ruge and the old monk were left in the cabin, she spoke unhurriedly, not as if she was particularly interested in it.

"Since the female benefactor is Concubine Jing, the old monk has nothing to hide." Twisting the hard gray-white stubble on his fat chin, the old monk paused for a moment and then muttered: "Feng Xuanji, the prince of Liang, passed away a few days ago. He set off from the capital and is now on his way back to the country. I know that Lu Xiao bought off the owner of Panlong Villa, Long Qianchi, to launch a surprise attack on him, but he failed, but this does not mean that Lu Xiao will not give up. Located on the border between Xiliang Kingdom and Tianqi Kingdom, this is the ultimate way for Liang Wang's son Feng Xuanji to return to the country, and the assassination organized by Lu Xiao will be carried out between the borders of the two countries. He is a pillar of talent, and only the confidential people know the location of the way, and the old monk just knows it unintentionally. The reason why the Yixiaolou focused on the old monk was precisely for the specific location of his way, but although the owner of the Yixiaolou is a person Treacherous and cunning, but he doesn't seem to be a person who will cooperate with the enemy and treason, the old man guesses that there must be some evil people in the Yixiao Building."

After listening, Huo Ruge's gaze towards the old monk did not change any more, but after a while of silence, he suddenly spoke a person's name.

"The Peerless Prince Murong Heng!"

"What?" The old monk's voice was not low, but the cry that followed was even louder.And the person who exclaimed was none other than Yun Zhongque, who had always been very concerned about and sensitive to the word "Murong Heng".

He only heard a loud exclamation from him, which immediately attracted four pairs of eyes from all around except Huo Ruge.Seeing this, Yun Zhongque let out a light cough almost immediately, and soon forcibly covered up his embarrassment at the moment, but even so, everyone could still see some clues from him.

Although Mu Qingshan and Mu Qiushui had shifted their gazes to other places shortly after the light cough, and the old monk could more or less guess one or two of them, only the monk Bu Er still kept his eyes straight The hook hung on Yun Zhongque's body, his face was covered with an undisguised blankness.

But the more he looked at Yun Zhongque, the louder Yun Zhongque's cough became, until finally, he couldn't bear the innocent and clear eyes of Monk Buer any longer, and pushed him towards He stood aside, and added plausibly: "You! Bow your head and chant sutras!"

"Puchi..." At this moment, Huo Ruge, who had never spoken, suddenly let out a chuckle, and immediately turned all eyes on Yun Zhongque to her. The laughter was hearty, as if he hadn't noticed everyone's eyes at all, the laughter became louder and louder.

"Princess, but what's so funny about what this old monk said?" Touching his shiny black bald head, the old monk blinked, although he had a question, but there was no doubt in his look towards Huo Ruge.

"No, there's nothing funny about it at all." Huo Ruge clutched his stomach, two tears flickered from the corners of his eyes, and his body bent into the shape of a shrimp, but he was denying the old monk's guesses and questions in his mouth.

"It's just..." The conversation turned sharply, and just as the old monk was about to speak, Huo Ruge straightened up suddenly, and a layer of deep gloom was cast in his gaze. "It's just that I haven't heard the name Murong Heng for a long time."

Hearing this, Yun Zhongque looked at Huo Ruge's silhouette, and felt a suffocating pain in his chest for no reason.It was as if someone had hit his chest with a hammer several times, shattering all his ribs.

In any case, no matter whether she has put it down or not, the word "Murong Heng" is an insurmountable obstacle between the two of them. It used to be, it is now, and in the future, if he can maintain the current state, then, maybe In the future, it will be.

"If you don't have enough evidence, Master, you will definitely not mention him. I wonder if my guess is right?"

"I only know one thing, King Jing Murongheng is on his way." After hearing Huo Ruge's question, the old monk shrugged his shoulders, although he didn't directly give any definite and accurate answer, he already let Huo Ruge know what she wanted to know.

Huzhou Tea Horse Town.

"Master, we can go half a day tomorrow to reach Hongzhou in the south of the Yangtze River." The night was dark, and there were two dark shadows, one tall and one short, in the room of the small post house.

Looking from the window, although the outlines of the two are not obvious, they are broad and strong, and one can tell at a glance that the two are not ordinary people.

"En." Responded lightly, Murong Heng didn't shift his gaze to Zhan Feng who was at the side, but looked out the window casually, as if he was looking at something or waiting for something.

Not long after, when Zhan Feng moved his lips a little and was about to continue to say something, there was a sound of flapping wings at the window, and then a gray and white red-billed pigeon landed on Murong Heng's door near the window lattice. on the arm.

Seeing this, Zhan Feng almost immediately suppressed the desire to speak in his heart, and fixed his eyes on the gray and white carrier pigeon on Murong Heng's arm, even though he didn't know what it was. What kind of news will the piece of cloth tied to the leg of the carrier pigeon bring, but watching from the side, Zhanfeng feels slightly nervous.

Compared with Zhan Feng, Murong Heng, who should have been the most nervous in this room, seemed extraordinarily calm.But in fact, only he himself knows his true state of mind at the moment.

It's not that he's not nervous about it, but that he doesn't want to create too much of a gap for himself.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Although he is very concerned about the content on the cloth, he still has to kill all his expectations and curiosity. Only in this way can he not be so...disappointed.

"Master..." Finally, just as Murong Heng started to untie the cloth strips from the pigeon's legs, Zhan Feng spat out two words from the back of his throat, although brief, they were enough to express all his state of mind at this time.

As if he didn't hear the low tone from Zhan Feng's throat at all, Murong Heng unfolded the cloth strip in his hand without changing his face, but when he saw the slightly smeared black writing on it, he couldn't help it. There was a slow smile on the corners of the bright red and thin lips.

Seeing the light and shallow arc emerging from the corners of Murong Heng's lips, Zhan Feng was slightly relieved at first, but then tightened his heartstrings again.

(End of this chapter)