"Ah Si." After thinking about it, Murong Qiufeng became more and more uneasy, and finally called out Hui Ying.
"What are your orders, Master?" Gray Shadow appeared behind him and asked numbly, but his voice was no longer cold and empty as before, but now had a bit of emotion.
"Is there anything unusual about the shadow guards?" He brought back some shadow guards from the palace that day. Except for Hui Ying, the others were assigned to protect his parents and elder brother. If something happened somewhere, the shadow guards would definitely be the first.
Send a signal to notify the gray shadow at a certain time.
"Young Master, there is nothing unusual." Hui Ying looked at his worried look and replied dully, but after thinking about it, he took the initiative to say something again, "If Young Master is worried, my subordinates can ask them."
Murong Qiufeng paused for a moment, then became a little curious, "How do you ask, go now?"
Gray Shadow shook his head. Seeing his surprised look, a smile flashed through his originally emotionless eyes. He then took out a small black flute, about the length of a finger, which looked very much like a smaller version of Shangguan Ye's black jade flute.
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I saw the gray shadow take out the flute, then put it to his mouth, moved his fingers a few times, but no sound was heard. However, Murong Qiufeng had some illusions, as if he heard a nice flute music.
Gray Shadow breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Murong Qiufeng again, and said, "Nothing unusual happened."
Murong Qiufeng also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the little flute curiously, trying to understand some of the communication skills between the shadow guards. However, as an outsider, it was difficult for him to ask. After all, it was a secret.
Gray Shadow did not answer automatically. After saying that, he put away the flute, but did not retreat as before, "Young Master, do you remember the song that Master and Young Master played together with the Mo Flute before coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion?"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Murong Qiufeng nodded and asked in confusion.
"That is the secret method of communication between shadows. Different people use different tunes. The tune played by the young master is the tune that can mobilize all the shadow guards. The ink flute is also the token to lead the shadow guards." Gray Shadow finished.
, leaving the stunned Murong Qiufeng, he ducked and disappeared somewhere.
Murong Qiufeng pursed her lips, then sighed, her expression became complicated again. After thinking about it, she shook her head and left, riding her horse towards the temple.
When he arrived at the temple, the prime minister's wife was already preparing to return home.
"Hey, Feng'er, why are you here?" The prime minister's wife immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes when she saw her son coming on horseback, especially when she heard those around her talking about whose handsome son this was and other words of praise.
Happy, with pride on her face, her son is indeed outstanding.
Murong Qiufeng got off his horse, scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, and walked towards the prime minister's wife with a smile, "Today there was an assassination in the prime minister's house, and I am worried about my mother's safety. I hope my mother is fine."
"The prime minister's house was assassinated?" The prime minister's wife suddenly widened her eyes, turned pale, and held Murong Qiufeng's hand a little tighter.
Murong Qiufeng quickly stretched out his hand and patted her back to calm her shock, "It's okay, it's okay. I've caught her. No damage has been done. I'm just waiting for my father and elder brother to come back to deal with it."
"How are you? Are you injured?" The prime minister's wife breathed a sigh of relief, quickly grabbed Murong Qiufeng's hand and looked at it carefully.
Murong Qiufeng smiled and shook his head, "It's okay. Are you going back, mother?"
"Yeah." The prime minister's wife saw that her son was really fine, so she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she thought of something, "Oh, I always encounter bad things recently. It's just the right time. Let's go and pray to Buddha together."
Holding Murong Qiufeng's hand, she turned around and entered the Buddhist hall.
Murong Qiufeng sighed helplessly, entered the Buddhist hall, and obediently followed her mother's instructions, kowtowing three times and bowing nine times.
"Come on, let's ask for another lottery. Well, let's ask for a marriage lottery first." The prime minister's wife was already standing aside with a lottery tube. Before Murong Qiufeng could stand up, a lottery tube was stuffed in her hand.
Murong Qiufeng looked at the lotus tube, and listened to her mother beside her murmuring about the branches and leaves, and a good marriage. Her hands subconsciously tightened, and her expression became more complicated. She couldn't help but think of Shangguan Ye, and her heart suffocated.
When he came back to his senses, his face suddenly looked ugly, and he almost dropped the lottery tube in his hand. He quickly picked it up, but a lottery fell out.
When the prime minister's wife heard the voice, she opened her eyes and looked at the lot. Her eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh, it's the upper lot. Sure enough, the Buddha has blessed me. You wait first while I go to untie the lower lot."
Murong Qiufeng looked at the lot in his mother's hand in a daze. Suddenly he didn't want to stay any longer. He nodded and turned around and left the Buddhist hall. Only then did he feel that his breathing was a little smoother, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of his own.
Unconscious expectations.
But they didn't notice that a figure behind the giant Buddha was watching Murong Qiufeng leave with a somewhat resentful look, and then looked at the Prime Minister's wife who was happily reading the signatures, with a hint of unwillingness and sadness in her eyes.
After successfully returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, what happened in the morning has been handed over to Shangguan Ye and the Prime Minister.
At night, everywhere in the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was on heightened alert, was quiet, so quiet that there was not even the sound of insects.
Murong Qiufeng stood by the window, looking at the moonlight, with his eyebrows furrowed. He didn't know whether he was too worried or too sensitive. He always felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if something was wrong, but he couldn't think of it for a moment.
Yes, I just felt anxious and had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.
"Sir, what's wrong? Are you still worried? Don't worry, all the thieves have been eliminated now, and with this tight security, I believe mosquitoes will not be able to fly in, and the prime minister and his wife will not be in danger." You Xiang came in holding the incense burner.
, there was a soothing incense inside. She knew that Murong Qiufeng would have trouble sleeping tonight, so she deliberately prepared it.
Murong Qiufeng sighed softly, raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows. Smelling the elegant fragrance, he felt that his mind was relaxed a lot, but he felt that the smell was a bit familiar.
"What is this? It doesn't seem like ordinary Concentrating Grass?"
Youxiang raised her eyebrows, "Of course. A small grain of this thing can be worth a whole house of Ningshen grass. It's called Requiem. But as for the tribute, the prince specifically asked me to bring it with me. I know you will definitely pay attention when you come back."
I’m worried all the time and can’t sleep.”
"Tribute? Does that mean it's only available in the imperial palace?" Murong Qiufeng was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed slightly.
Youxiang didn't know why and nodded, "Not only does the imperial palace have it, this thing is only used by the emperor."
Murong Qiufeng's complexion suddenly turned pale, and he walked around the room unconsciously, chewing the words "peace to the soul" in his mouth.
He did have some impression of this scent, but it was definitely not in the palace, but where had he smelled it? This sudden discovery made him feel even more uneasy.
Seeing his serious expression, Youxiang couldn't help but feel a little worried. After thinking about it, she asked, "Young master went to the Buddhist temple to pick up his wife today. Did you find anything unusual?"
She was just asking casually, but she didn't expect that Murong Qiufeng suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. The sharp look in his eyes at that moment actually made her regret half a step without realizing it, and she was heartbroken.
"Buddhist temple..." That's right, that's where it is. "Not good." His expression suddenly became ugly, and he turned around to leave. Then he opened the door and walked out, and heard several sharp screams.
The blood on Murong Qiufeng's face instantly faded.