Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

Yun Ziyu took a bite of the pancake and his eyes lit up, "It's delicious. It's so delicious. It's my first time to eat pancakes like this. The chefs in the palace are well-deserved after all."

Yun Ziheng was also amazed.

Mo Beichen suddenly said, "Luoluo did this for me personally."

Finally got a chance to make a statement.

The two of them looked at Yun Qingluo at the same time, "Luoluo has nothing to do with Yang Chunluo at home. How come she needs to do it herself when marrying into the prince's palace?"

"If Luoluo is unhappy, just go home. My brothers will have no problem raising you for the rest of your life." Yun Ziheng also expressed concern.

When Mo Beichen heard them encouraging Yun Qingluo to leave him, he couldn't help but grimace, "I will take good care of Luoluo."

"Your care is to let Luoluo cook for you?"

Huh, none of their family has ever eaten food cooked by Luoluo.

It's so cheap for him.

Yun Qingluo couldn't help but have a headache when he saw that the eldest brother and his second brother had gone together.

"Brothers, I have to cook by myself, because Ah Chen takes good care of me in the palace. When I am bored, I like to make delicious food. However, the food is all cooked by the chef in the palace. I only cook some delicious food occasionally. .”

"Eat it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold." Yun Qingluo poured a cup of fruit tea for everyone to divert their attention.

"A Chen, you have to drink medicine after eating." Because of the long distance, Yun Qingluo specially made Mo Beichen's medicine into pills. She was in a hurry, so she only made half a month's supply.

But with the pills from her medical system, it’s no problem to take it for a month.

The carriage moved forward smoothly but very quickly.

In order to save time, all the guards rode horses, and the carriages were pulled by bloody horses. At this speed, they would surely reach the southwest within a month.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly the carriage jolted and the sound of arrow rain came from outside the window.

"No, there are assassins, protect the prince!" a guard shouted, standing next to the carriage with a knife.

Mo Feng and Mo Yu flew to the top of the carriage and blocked the flying arrows with his sword.

Yun Ziheng's face turned cold, "We haven't gone far before someone can't hold it any longer."

Yun Ziyu sneered, "That person is looking forward to the prince's death. I'm afraid this journey will be uneven. Little sister, stay hidden. I will go and meet them."

After saying that, he flew out of the carriage with his sword in hand.

"These people are dead soldiers. I guess you can't ask anything. Mo Feng, leave no one behind." Mo Beichen opened the curtains and looked at the man in black outside with a serious look.

In broad daylight, people dared to assassinate people at the foot of the Imperial City.

If he said it wasn't his good brother's handiwork, he wouldn't believe it even to death.

Mo Beichen wanted to comfort Yun Qingluo not to be afraid, but when he turned around, he saw Yun Qingluo calmly nibbling on cakes and holding tea in one hand, eating happily.

Mo Beichen smiled fondly, how could her Luo Luo be such a delicate woman?

Yun Qingluo recovered her memories from her previous life. She had seen and killed countless people. She did not pay attention to such small assassination scenes.

Just smelling the smell of blood on the tip of his nose, he knew that the fighting outside was fierce, and the good mood for eating was gone for a while.

However, she guessed that this was not the emperor's handiwork. Anyway, he had already set up a dragnet in the southwest, so there was no need to rush for this moment.

So who will be the assassin this time?

Yun Qingluo thought about it for eight days and had no clue.

Forget it, Mo Beichen has a bad temper anyway, and there are many people who want him dead. If you really count them, you really can't count them.

Mo Beichen saw Yun Qingluo frowning and asked with concern, "Luoluo, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Qingluo sniffed and said somewhat depressedly, "The smell of blood is unpleasant."

Hearing this, Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows and said, "Mo Yu, clean up as soon as possible and leave here."

After a while, Mo Feng and Mo Yu came to report that they had all been killed.

Yun Ziyu also came in with a lot of blood on his clothes. Mo Beichen frowned and looked back at Yun Qingluo. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yun Qingluo panicked.

"Second brother, are you injured?" Yun Qingluo put down the cup, left Mo Beichen's arms, stepped forward and grabbed Yun Ziyu's sleeve and asked anxiously.

Mo Beichen felt his arms were empty, and felt a sense of loss in his heart. He watched Yun Qingluo greeting Yun Ziyu with a heavy look in his eyes.

Yun Ziyu waved his hands proudly, "How could I be injured? This is all the blood of those assassins, don't worry."

Yun Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Beichen opened the curtains and said, "Mo Feng, take the second young master to change clothes."

Luoluo didn't like the smell of blood.

Only then did Yun Ziyu notice that Yun Qingluo was not feeling well, and he blamed himself for a moment, "It's my fault. I forgot that my little sister doesn't like the smell of blood. You and I will change your clothes right away. Don't worry, Luoluo."

Yun Qingluo wanted to explain but saw Yun Ziyu quickly dodge out of the carriage, so she stopped thinking.

Yun Ziheng said softly, "Don't worry, Luoluo. Your second brother has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His martial arts is better than mine. Those little minions are not enough for him to practice."

Yun Qingluo nodded.

The carriage continued to move forward until evening, when it was almost dark, before they found a ruined temple.

Mo Beichen frowned, "Keep walking forward and find an inn."

He didn't want Luoluo to suffer along with her.

Yun Qingluo took Mo Beichen's hand and said, "Achen, everyone hasn't eaten for a day. Although this temple is dilapidated, it can also block the wind and cold. Just rest here tonight. I can just sleep in the carriage then." "

Mo Beichen wanted to refute, but when he saw Yun Qingluo's attitude of ignoring her if he didn't obey her, he didn't dare to object anymore and could only nod lightly.

Mo Feng and Mo Yu helped Mo Beichen get out of the carriage and sit in the wheelchair. Yun Qingluo pushed Mo Beichen inside. The inside had been cleaned up and two fires were lit.

Yun Ziheng and Yun Ziyu walked behind.

Yun Ziyu sighed, "I was still worried that the prince would bully Luo Luo, but now it seems that my worries were unfounded. The prince has obviously been beaten to death by Luo Luo. It would be good if she doesn't bully the prince."

"Mom and dad's vision is of course unmistakable." Yun Ziheng looked at the harmonious backs of the two people and smiled slightly.

Entering the ruined temple, the four masters were in a fire on one side, and the remaining people were surrounding another fire.

Yun Qingluo heated up the morning seafood fried rice in the pot she brought with her, then took out the pickled pickled beans and served it with the rice.

At another fire, Yun Qingluo helped them cook a large pot of gnocchi soup, which was delicious and made them hungry.

At first, they were unwilling to let Yun Qingluo do it himself, but Yun Qingluo insisted, "There are eight guards and four of us. There are only twelve people in total. We naturally have to take care of each other when we go out."

She also didn't want to talk about people being indifferent between high and low. This was bullshit in this dynasty where imperial power was paramount.

Here, people are divided into three, six, and nine grades. This is a concept that has been in the bones of generations. There is really no need for her to use modern ideas to try to persuade the deep-rooted ideas of the ancients.

But she can at least say one thing about imperial power: Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it.