Kite falling into red dust

Leaving Fengluyuan resentfully, Murong Mingxuan continued to walk forward in suspense.Mo Yuan followed behind him, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Don't look back, there is a person following us, it started from the time we arrived at Tenglong Town."

"What!?" He was taken aback.Mo Yuan leaned close to his back, "Your Majesty, don't panic, please follow Mo Yuan."

Walking to a remote and deserted corner, Mo Yuan stopped, without looking back, and said loudly, "I've been following you for so long, it's time to show up!"

They only heard the wind on their sleeves, and the two turned their heads, and a tall man appeared in front of them.Unexpectedly, the man clasped his fists at them, and said: "I'm Xia Lingjiao, following the two of you is just a matter of course, and I hope Your Majesty will be sympathetic."

Murong Mingyu was startled, "How do you know who I am?" "Because he used to work for the sixth prince," Mo Yuan said aside, "I remember his voice."

"Guard Mo has a good memory." Ling Jiao smiled awkwardly, "You all came here because His Highness Shuo said that Luo Hongyuan was here?" "How did you know?" Murong Mingyu asked in surprise .Ling Jiao walked a few steps closer to them, "Because I followed the king because of Luo Hongyuan..."

After listening to his narration, Murong Mingyu didn't come back to his senses for a long time, looking at the burly Ling Jiao with a rough beard in front of him, it was really hard for him to believe that he was actually Luo Hongyuan's cousin.Mo Yuan's focus was quite normal, "You mean that Luo Hongyuan fell into Baili Chunfeng's hands for revenge? Then why didn't you go to save him? Could it be that you can't match Baili Chunfeng with your martial arts?" ?"

"I tried it." Ling Jiao opened the skirt of his clothes, and he could faintly see a palm print on his chest. "What is that Baili doing?" Murong Mingyu asked.

He nodded, "I was seriously injured and have been recuperating for several months. Although I have almost recovered, if I fight him alone, I still have no chance of winning."

"You want us to help you save Luo Hongyuan?" Mo Yuan asked.

He shook his head and said: "When I was working for His Royal Highness Shuo, I once hurt the king and the guard Mo, and I also know that Shuang'er killed the former king and saved the lives of the two at the same time. So I don't know, Did the king come here to save Shuang'er, or to kill him..."

Why on earth did you come to him?Murong Mingyu himself was also confused.He was angry with Luo Hongyuan, angry that he lied to him, angry that he murdered his father, but the thought of killing him never appeared in his heart, and he didn't even know whether he hated him or not.

In the elegant and quiet teahouse, there are no tables and chairs, straw mats are spread all over the place, and there are low tables and cattail mats on it. The incense burner is burning with elegant incense, and a thin luthier in plain clothes is playing a gentle and elegant tune.Ling Jiao personally poured a cup of tea for Murong Mingyu, "The best West Lake Longjing, please use it slowly."

Watching him drink it, showing a satisfied expression, Ling Jiao suddenly said in a low voice: "I came down to look for the king, in fact, I hope the king can return to the capital and stop interfering in Shuang'er's affairs."

"What?" Murong Mingyu slammed the tea cup in his hand onto the low table, "Why? Shouldn't you expect me to help save him?"

"Actually..."

"Yu! Are you there?" A noise mixed with horse neighing and people's shouts interrupted their conversation.A helpless expression appeared on Mo Yuan's expressionless face, and Murong Mingyu rolled his eyes in disgust.