Just as he untied the rope, he found that Shen Qingci had a green coat on his body.

"I'll do it," the man stepped forward and squatted down.

Mo Fei quickly stepped back and looked at his clothes. It was so dirty, so let's forget it. He would be beaten when he got on the corner of his son's clothes.

"Young Master, what's the fragrance on her?"

Mo Fei finally knew where he came from when he smelled the fragrance. It turned out that it was from Miss Chen San. But what happened to this fragrance? Could it be that when they took blood, they still had to burn the fragrance here?

"Young Master, can these people really be intoxicated just to hide the smell of blood here?"

The man paused his fingers gently, and his slightly restrained eyelashes also fell on the little girl's transparent face.

"Miss from the Lou family is born with a strange fragrance, not a scent."

"With a strange fragrance?" This was the first time Mo Fei saw someone with a strange fragrance, and it was so fragrant.

And this incense is also wonderful, saving her life. If it weren't for his smell of the incense, maybe after tomorrow, the third girl Chen would have become a corpse.

All Shen Qingci could feel now was cold, and there was no trace of warmth on her body, just like when she was beaten to death in her previous life. She thought she was going to die, and she had already accepted her life. Perhaps her life was like the scriptures, and she owed him the kindness, so she had to pay it back with her own life in this life.

Just as her consciousness was about to dissipate, and even the last trace of strength was lost, her body felt a sense of warmth.

What a familiar taste...

It was the faint incense, the Fanxiang that I sent her away in my previous life. She wriggled her long eyelashes powerlessly and finally opened her eyes. But half of her wrist flashed past her, and there was a half-moon-shaped scar on her wrist.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and her weak fingers seemed to be trying to grasp something?

"Young master, her fingers moved."

Mo Fei was surprised and Shen Qingci's fingers moved, "It really moved."

The man lowered his head and found Shen Qingci's hand. He seemed to want to lift it up, but he was helpless.

"Let's go." The man gently picked up the person up. The very light girl seemed to have no weight. He paused and lowered his head. He saw that the little girl with eyes closed, almost breathing was holding his sleeve with one hand.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

He comforted and patted her shoulders, and the temperature in his palm also warmed her body, which was not very warm.

Shen Qingci couldn't help but tighten the corners of his eyes, and a drop of clear tears rolled down again.

Her lips, which were not colored, touched lightly, and there was no sound when she opened and closed, but she seemed to be saying two words.

She said...

Wrong.

Wrong.

All were wrong.

When the man hugged Shen Qingci, the two guards outside also brought Bai Zhu and Bai Mei in the dry well. Both girls had been trapped inside for a long time and only gave them a little food every day. They were almost all thinner and became refugees, especially Bai Zhu was still sitting on the ground with her legs twisted.

Mo Fei hurried over and touched Bai Zhu's legs. Bai Zhu only had a wooden face, only a pair of eyes but stared at Shen Qingci tightly.

"Girl, girl..."

When Bai Mei saw Shen Qingci, she stood up with a cry, but she had no strength and fell to the ground again, while Bai Zhu gritted her teeth and crawled forward.

What's wrong with her girl? What's wrong with her? Is she still alive? Have they cut off the girl's hands and her legs?

"Don't worry, she's fine, let's go out first."

Mo Fei quickly pressed Bai Zhu's shoulder and prevented her from moving anymore. He asked Changqing to find a few thick branches and fixed Bai Zhu's legs. If he didn't treat them properly, these legs would be useless. If you don't have legs, how a pity would it be.

Changqing picked up the white bamboo, while Changzeng carried the white plum blossoms on his back and prepared to leave.

"Let's go," When they were about to leave, they didn't know where the noise came from, and they were shocked to the guards in the Ningkang Mansion not far away.

Not good, I was discovered, but there are still many people.

Mo Fei stood behind his master, and Changqing and Changzeng also walked over.

Then, the guards around dispersed, and made a way, and Qi Yuan walked over with great strides.

When he saw Shen Qingci in his arms, he didn't know where the anger came from. He burned his soul several times, making him feel uneasy and his anger.

"Let me go!"

His eyes were red, and he almost wanted to come forward and take out the person.

At this moment, the man holding Shen Qingci turned around gently, his ink rose with the wind, and then fell back in front of his shoulders, like a cloud, a wisp of wind, and a trace of sun.

"Luo Henglu, why are you?"

Qi Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, "Why are you here?"

"It's me," the man gently opened his thin lips, and the sound he uttered was as cold as the night at this time.

"Qi Yuan, you are really brave. Do you dare to move the people from Duke Wei's Mansion?"

"It's not your business," Qi Yuan's hands, which were placed beside him, also tightened his strength. He was obviously in his house, but he did not dare to move around. If it were another person today, he would have broken him into pieces.

But this person is different. He is Luo Henglu, he is King Shuo, and he is the emperor's nephew. Who else in this world is not afraid of his three points, even he, Qi Yuan, is the same.

He was the Marquis of Ning Kang, who saved the emperor's life, but Luo Henglu was a real royal relative. With just one word, he could kick him out of the capital.

This is the imperial power that ordinary people cannot overcome.

But while he was afraid, he hated even more.

Qi Yuan suddenly laughed a few times, "Prince Shuo is so idle. It's not in your Shuo Mansion in the middle of the night, but I came to my mansion to take care of the private affairs of my marquis' mansion. You are holding you now, but the wife of the Ningkang Marquis' Mansion, which is married by Qi's Ming Miao, has nothing to do with you. As long as you let go of others, I will not pursue it."

"You can divorce even if you marry," Luo Henglu's indifferent voice also made the atmosphere at this moment condense a little.

Qi Yuan's smile fell completely.

"Lao Henglu, do you really think that my Ningkang Mansion is your backyard? Come on when you say it, and leave when you say it?"

Qi Yuan made a gesture, and they were just four people, and they had to add a few diseases, weak and disabled. Why? Can Luo Hengwu really want to save the person with their flesh and blood?
Chapter completed!