"Qiu Yueniang, the second daughter of the Marquis of Xuanping, was once a pair of girls from the capital with Xiao Guanyin, a daughter of Xiao, and is said to have died in the Northern Mongolian border war in the second year of Wuzhao."

"At the end of the same year, the case of Qiuqilitong Beimeng, the Hou of Xuanping, was found in the north and Mongolia. All men over 15 years old were killed in Caishikou, and all their families and subordinates were criminalized." He spoke lightly.

The sudden appearance of the charming figure, with a strong sense of pressure, opened his mouth and said all his details.

Mrs. Yue paused for a moment, but still raised her eyes calmly: "Your Excellency, you have a good understanding."

The two maids beside her had drawn out their short swords and pointed at Qiao Yan with caution.

Qiao Yan narrowed his eyes: "I have something to talk to my wife in detail, can I talk alone?"

Mrs. Yue raised her hand and signaled the two maids to leave.

The two maids couldn't help but stop: "Madam, don't..."

"Go down!" Mrs. Yue interrupted them neatly.

The two maids had always known what their wives were, so they had to sigh, stare at Qiao Yan warningly before leaving the room.

Only Mrs. Yue and Qiao Yan were left in the room.

Mrs. Yue casually took a new porcelain cup and put it in front of him, poured a cup of tea: "Your Excellency, what do you want to say?"

Qiao Yan did not answer her, and his fair white fingertips stroked the colorful mother-of-pearl inlaid on the table: "Even a person who can afford it, the willow furniture in the house is combined with the house. The lady looks like she likes willow wood very much."

Mrs. Yue was unhappy: "Today, everyone came to ask what furniture I like. Why do you think I don't have much taste and are you rushing to give me a good set of furniture?"

Qiao Yan gently tapped the mother-of-pearl with his fingertips, but raised his deep eyes and looked at her calmly: "No, I'm here to send my wife to the underworld."

Mrs. Yue was stunned, her beautiful and cold face trembled slightly, but she said nothing.

......

One hour later, two close maids entered the door and saw Mrs. Yue drinking tea with a calm expression.

"Madam, is that person... an assassin?" One person couldn't help asking.

Mrs. Yue was silent for a while and sighed softly: "No, he is also an old friend."

At this time, a little dawn had appeared faintly in the horizon, dark and hazy.

......

It was already noon when Minglan woke up.

The sunlight fell in, forming a piece of gold on the ground. It was clear that the sun was sunny in the mountains, but there was no warmth.

She sat up slowly and touched her pulse slightly. Apart from being weak, she had no major problems.

Ming Lanruo suddenly felt relieved. It seemed that the new witchcraft that he created with Siamese's head-slaying technique and Dahuang was much smaller than the previous witchcraft in Miaojiang.

However, it is not yet the last moment, and when the witch attack occurs, you cannot take it lightly.

The results will be seen in a few days.

She glanced at the bed opposite and saw a slender figure sleeping sideways.

Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment. She had almost never seen Qiao Yan get up later than herself. Did this person do what he did last night?

She guessed, got out of bed and walked to Qiao Yan.

Seeing his slender eyelashes hanging on his fair white face like a gorgeous black feather fan, the sleeping people seemed to have a little more quiet and fragility that they rarely see normally.

Ming Lanruo didn't expect that he could still see something as fragile in this man.

She held her cheek and looked at him carefully.

Suddenly, the closed eyes opened, and the gloomy and sharp cold light suddenly shot out, but after her pupils reflected her appearance, it became much more gentle.

"Awaken, Xiao Ming?"

Ming Lanruo: "..."

It would be better to call her the little lady, which is much easier than Xiao Ming, who often appears in the children's enlightenment books.


Chapter completed!