On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Wen Qingzhuo observed Yan Ruyu's expression and saw that she looked calm, without doubts or panic, and was a little unsure for a moment.

"What Mr. Mo?" Yan Ruyu said calmly, "I don't know him."

"Mr. Mo is very talented and knowledgeable. He..."

"My second brother is also talented and learned," Yan Ruyu interrupted him, "I have seen many talented people. Who is he? I will go if you ask me to go?"

Wen Qingzhuo felt furious and wanted to block Yan Ruyu's mouth and ask someone to take her away.

"Young Madam, guests are welcome to the host. Mr. Mo is a bit special and doesn't want others to see him, so... I have to excuse you."

Yan Ruyu chuckled: "I understand what Governor Wen said. I am a guest and you are the host, so I have to listen to you.

Mr. Mo couldn't see the light of day, so I had to go.

Okay, since that's what I'm talking about, it would be disrespectful if I didn't go, so let's go. "

Wen Qingzhuo's nose was almost crooked with anger. She thought to herself that such a beautiful woman was so choked when she spoke. How could King Zhennan marry such a person?

"Let's go, Governor Wen."

Wen Qingzhuo took a deep breath and squeezed out some of the anger in his chest: "Let's go."

Along the way, Yan Ruyu pointed her finger slightly, and a little powder flicked away silently, leaving a faint fragrance.

She was not familiar with Wen Mansion, and Wen Qingzhuo was a wealthy and a bit perverted person. Who knew if he would set up any other mechanisms and formations.

Leave a mark on the road so that things will be easier for you in the future.

Arriving at the door of the study courtyard, Wen Qingzhuo ordered his men: "Watch the courtyard. No one else is allowed to come in without me."

"Yes."

Pushing the door open and entering the study, Yan Ruyu glanced quickly. There were a lot of valuable things in this room. You had to take a look around when you left.

There was a man standing in front of the bookshelf. He was of medium build and slightly thin. He was wearing a black cloak and no hat. His back was facing the direction of the door.

"Mr. Mo, young master..."

Before Wen Qingzhuo finished speaking, the man in front of the bookshelf turned around.

Wen Qingzhuo was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal and continued: "The young lady is here."

It was during this moment of pause that Yan Ruyu saw the fleeting expression on Wen Qingzhuo's face.

surprise.

Yan Ruyu turned to Mr. Mo calmly. The man in front of her was pale and a little weak. He was holding a book in his hand and there was a faint mark on his wrist.

Mr. Mo's characteristics match what Yan Song said before.

However, Yan Ruyu could conclude that this person was not Mr. Mo.

One is because Wen Qingzhuo was surprised just now, and the other is because there is no murderous intention in this man.

That night Yan Ruyu saw Yan Song meeting Mr. Mo in private. Although she didn't see his appearance, Yan Ruyu had the intuition unique to an agent and could feel that the person covered by the black cloak was very different.

He may look weak on the outside, but he must have a wolf heart.

But this person didn't.

Is this a substitute game?

Yan Ruyu's expression didn't change, she turned around and sat down on the chair: "What do you want from me? Tell me."

Mr. Fake Mo was startled and waved his hand to let Wen Qingzhuo go out.

He whispered: "Young madam, do you recognize this thing?"

Something was placed on the table and he pushed it forward slightly.

Yan Ruyu glanced at it and saw that it was a waist token or something like that. It was black, simple and made of unknown materials, but there was a word "南" in the middle.

"Looks familiar, why?"

"This belongs to King Zhennan," Mr. Fake Mo glanced at the door, very wary, "Young Madam, I want to help you escape."

"Escape?" Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows slightly, "Escape with whom? Where to escape?"

"You and King Zhennan's family, escape to where you want to go," Mr. Fake Mo said in a firm and extremely confident tone, "As long as the young lady can tell you, I can do it."

Yan Ruyu pondered: "Those who are assigned are all from the Zhennan Palace. If they have nothing to do with the Palace, they will not be assigned.

I still want to return to the capital, return to the palace, and be the princess. If you can do it, sir, then please do it. "

Mr. Fake Mo: "..."

There is really no way to talk today.

"What I mean is that you, as well as King Zhennan's mother and brothers, can go back to the palace except the capital."

Yan Ruyu picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip: "So, you want me to be a selfish person, regardless of the life and death of others, and just leave without returning to the capital or my ancestral home to comfort my ancestors?"

"Mr. Mo, you wanted to help us escape, but you didn't ask us if we were willing."

"I just want to think, I don't want others to think for me."

Yan Ruyu put down the tea cup and said, "Goodbye."

Mr. Fake Mo hurriedly called out: "Wait a minute!"

"Anything else?"

Mr. Fake Mo pushed the token forward: "Young madam, this is the prince's thing. Don't you understand what I mean? I am the prince's man!"

Yan Ruyu turned around, looked at the sign, smiled slightly, put her hands into her wide sleeves, and used the cover to lower her eyes into the space to get something.

Fortunately, she is used to sorting and storing. She always tidied up before going to bed a few days ago, and she happened to organize some brands.

There is no need to rummage through things that have been put away, the consciousness can be retrieved, but it only takes a moment.

"This piece, this piece," Yan Ruyu held each piece in his hand, "and this one, they are all brands of the palace, for stewards, first-class servants, guards, and even purchasers. What else do you want to see? Which piece?"

Mr. Fake Mo: "..."

Yan Ruyu waved the sign and said softly: "Mr. Mo, you can't say he is my husband just by holding a sign. Say goodbye."

I originally thought that I could finally see Mr. Mo's true face in Lushan and get some useful information. Now that I know he is a Xibei guy, there is no need to waste any more words.

Yan Ruyu turned around and left. The fake Mr. Mo called several times from behind, but she ignored him.

When I arrived at the gate of the hospital, I saw Wen Qingzhuo still there.

"Prince Wen, are the banknotes ready? Please hurry up and prepare them before we leave."

Governor Wen forced a smile and said, "I'll send it to you later."

As soon as Yan Ruyu left, Mr. Mo came around from the back window.

Wen Qingzhuo hurried to greet him.

Mr. Mo's face was calm, showing no emotion or anger: "Lead the way, I'll go see Yan Song."

Yan Song was placed in the yard, washed and put on a new set of clothes.

Being beaten in public just now, especially in front of Yan Ruyu, was really embarrassing, so the Wen family had to make amends.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was the sound of footsteps.

He thought it was Wen Qingzhuo, so he stood up to greet him. When he looked up, he saw Mr. Mo in a black cloak, and his eyes widened instantly.

"Sir, you! How do you..."

He suddenly understood why Wen Qingzhuo was suddenly polite to him just now.

Mr. Mo did not answer and walked slowly into the room, followed by Yan Song.

Before he could stand still, he was slapped by Mr. Mo.

Yan Song was beaten into a daze and said in a daze, "Sir?"

"Yan Song, do you dare to leak my information?"

Yan Song was shocked: "I didn't, sir. It's really unfair!"

His heart was pounding. He had indeed told others, but that was the boss of Shuangfeng Mountain. Now that guy had left long ago, Mr. Mo would not know.

"You haven't? Have you been to that Taoist temple?"

"Go, have been."

Mr. Mo sneered: "My men were destroyed there, and only one messenger escaped death. But he told me that Yan Ruyu pretended to be my order and set a trap on the messenger. If you hadn't said it, who else could have been there?"

Yan Song: "!!"