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

Yun Qingluo took out a scalpel and slowly pressed it against Mo Beichen's neck.

"Should you take the initiative to call them out, or should I send you downstairs to wait for them first?" Yun Qingluo stopped crying and said with a cold face.

Seeing that the man in the wheelchair was still silent, Yun Qingluo sneered, "Don't admit it? My Ah Chen is standing next to me. Where did you come from as a fake?"

The man in the wheelchair stiffened.

"You already knew this?" A hoarse voice sounded, with disbelief in the voice.

Yun Qingluo raised her eyebrows. With such a psychological quality, how dare you pretend to be someone else?

She spoke slowly, word by word, "The smell of blood on your body cannot be concealed, the material of A Chen's clothes is a fabric specially provided by the royal family, and others cannot touch it at all, and the breathing that you deliberately suppressed all the way... "

Behind him, Yun Ziyu exclaimed, "What, he's not the prince?"

Yun Ziheng pulled Yun Ziyu and signaled him to stop talking.

Yun Qingluo ignored the two brothers behind him and looked at the person in the wheelchair through the fog, with a flash of interest in his eyes.

"I guess you are injured, right?" After Yun Qingluo finished speaking, she suddenly removed his two arms, and the man groaned.

Yun Qingluo curled her lips, her eyes filled with bloodthirsty light.

"Let me guess again, the wound is here, right?"

After Yun Qingluo finished speaking, he took out a small knife and quickly inserted it into the man's injured left waist.

"devil."

The man gritted his teeth, this damn woman, didn't the intelligence say that the Princess Regent was a famous idiot in the capital?

Why did he feel Mo Beichen's murderous and decisive aura in her?

Damn it, the intelligence was wrong.

Yun Qingluo was full of interest and slowly turned the knife in his hand. Hearing the man hiss in pain, his heart became more and more happy.

Yun Qingluo laughed, "Is this injury caused by the regent?"

The man's eyes widened, as if he was shocked at how she guessed it.

There was obviously no sound just now, how did she know that the wound was caused by Mo Beichen?

"Well, isn't it fun for a cat to catch a mouse?" Yun Qingluo continued to ask, seemingly not caring whether he answered or not.

"Are you going to ask them out yourself, or should I send you in?"

Suddenly Yun Qingluo looked in one direction and sneered, "That's it, they won't come out."

Before the man could figure out what Yun Qingluo meant, he heard the sound of a wheelchair.

The voice seemed to step on his heart, but it was more frightening.

The sound of a wheelchair?

Mo Beichen?

How is it possible? He obviously...

No, he fell into the trap.

The surrounding fog has faded, and the surrounding area is still foggy, but the people around him can at least see clearly.

When Yun Ziyu and Yun Ziheng saw that the person sitting in the wheelchair was not Mo Beichen, Yun Ziyu hurriedly picked up the sword and put it on the neck of the man in black.

"Luoluo, are you okay?" Yun Ziheng walked to Yun Qingluo's side and looked her up and down.

Yun Qingluo shook his head slightly and looked in one direction, slowly becoming clearer and clearer.

Mo Feng pushed Mo Beichen over, and Mo Yu followed beside him.

When he got closer and saw the man in the wheelchair, he angrily stepped forward and picked up the man's collar, "Are you brave enough to pretend to be a prince and say, who sent you here?"

Yun Qingluo walked up to Mo Beichen and asked hurriedly, "Are you injured anywhere?"

She didn't agree with Mo Beichen's method at the time, but there really was no better way to lure the snake out of its hole.

Mo Beichen shook his head, and when he saw the blood in Yun Qingluo's hand, his face turned cold, and Mo Feng couldn't help but shudder.

The prince is angry?

Yun Qingluo shook his head hastily, "Achen, this is not my blood. I am not injured. Don't be angry."

She understood that Mo Beichen thought she was injured and was angry with himself for not taking good care of her.

This was the case in his previous life. Whenever she bumped into someone, Mo Beichen felt guilty, angry, and blamed himself.

When Mo Beichen heard this, he took Yun Qingluo's hand and wiped the blood from her hand, and his expression improved.

"From now on, leave this kind of thing to me." Mo Beichen lowered his head and carefully wiped Yun Qingluo's hands clean.

His Luo Luo wants to live in the sunshine all his life, bright and dazzling, carefree.

He will do this kind of thing.

Yun Qingluo held Mo Beichen's hand and asked Mo Feng, "Has everything been solved inside?"

Mo Feng lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Princess, everyone inside has been cleared, and the surrounding ambush has also been cleared, but the person behind the scenes has not been found."

When Yun Qingluo heard this unexpected answer, her mood didn't change much.

Yun Ziyu was shocked, "What? Isn't this fog formed naturally?"

Yun Qingluo explained, "Well, this fog is man-made, but I don't know how it is done."

"Mo Feng, take the man down and send him secretly to the dungeon of the palace. Watch carefully and don't let him die."

As soon as Mo Beichen finished speaking, the man seemed to see a glimmer of hope and clenched his teeth suddenly. The poison hidden in his teeth melted in his mouth instantly.

A look of relief appeared on the man's face.

"It's because I didn't do my job well today. You can't get any information from me."

But, after a while.

Not only was the man fine, but his wounds no longer hurt that much.

"You, what did you do to me?" The man looked horrified, and his poison was useless.

Yun Qingluo turned around and smiled brightly, "My aunt asked you to die at the third watch, but the King of Hell did not dare to keep you until the fifth watch.

If my aunt doesn't want you to die, the King of Hell will not dare to accept you. Just wait for us to come back. "

After Yun Qingluo finished speaking, he removed the man's jaw to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide. "By the way, Mo Feng, when we get back, let people destroy his martial arts and cut off his meridians. People must take good care of him."

Mo Feng saw Yun Qingluo remove the man's chin without any mercy.

Feeling a dull pain in his jaw, he hurriedly responded and pushed the man back.

He went aside to find someone to take him back to the capital.

After taking care of the matter, the four people got into the carriage again and continued on their way.

Yun Ziyu finally couldn't help but ask, "What on earth is going on?"

When Yun Qingluo saw the question mark on his second brother's forehead, he told him everything that happened in the middle of the night without hiding anything.

"What, you said that the people in the temple are actually enemies, not the guards?"

"Well, they all know ventriloquism. When the prince and I found out that there were more people in the middle, we asked the prince to kill two of them. Suddenly two people fell in the crowd, which was bound to cause exclamations, but there was no sound at all. There is movement."

"Then the prince's replacement was already arranged by you?"

"The fog is everywhere and the water is muddy, so you can fish in troubled waters. If I hadn't discovered that the prince was being impersonated, we would have entered the temple and been hunted down. No one could escape. After all, the temple is all theirs."

"What about our people?" Yun Ziyu asked hurriedly.

"The fog is poisonous. They were in the ruined temple in the open air. They inhaled a lot of poisonous gas and fell into coma long ago. This can be regarded as saving their lives in disguise."

As early as when she got off the carriage with Mo Beichen, she had already given him the antidote from the guards.

Yun Ziheng praised, "You two have such a tacit understanding that they deserve the loss."

Mo Beichen looked at Yun Qingluo fondly, and said in a low and magnetic voice, "Luoluo is the smartest."