At this time, not only the people below, but even Nangong Mo couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
"I'm falling in love with this little guy more and more." Nangong Mo stretched out his hand, and Qibao had jumped onto his palm obsequiously, sticking out his pink tongue and squeaking with his little mouth open from time to time.
"Dad, don't underestimate Qibao. As long as you feed it well and drink enough, it can travel 1,200 miles a day. If you have something to do outside, just let it come back to deliver the message, so that your daughter can rest assured."
1,200 miles? Xia Chuyan was horrified.
Now Yulong's fastest horse can travel eight hundred miles a day, and it has to change every time it passes a station, otherwise it will be exhausted, but this little fox can be so fast.
Xia Chuyan swallowed, then nodded blankly, "Okay, just Yi Yan'er."
Xia Bingyan smiled softly when she heard this. From the first moment she saw him, she knew in her heart that this man was very good to that daughter. His eyes could not deceive others. Since she was allowed to take over his daughter's body
, she will definitely keep him safe for the rest of his life.
Picking up the silver chopsticks, she picked up the dishes in front of her and chewed them slowly. As expected of a palace, every dish was so delicious that she wanted to swallow it. Fortunately, she was here. If she was from a poor family, she wouldn't want to
Starving to death, God knows how hungry she is.
Qibao had eaten and drank enough, and was currently taking a nap on Nangong Mo's lap. Occasionally, he could still hear soft snores.
Below, the sound of silk and bamboo is melodious. Not far away, the dancers' clothes are fluttering and their tulle is flying, making it look like a fairyland.
However, without the next scene, this banquet would have ended perfectly.
Eight veiled dancers raised their hands to invest, neat and graceful, but one person quickly rushed out of the crowd, pulled out a soft sword from his waist, and went straight to Xia Bingyan.
Everyone was frightened by the bright light and froze in place. When Xia Chuyan saw it, he flew over to stop the woman, but it was already too late.
"Protect the Queen!" Wei Zhong shouted violently and drew his sword to block Xia Bingyan's face.
The woman looked at Wei Zhong who was standing in front of her with cold eyes, waved her sword and called him over. Her thought was very simple. If the assassination failed, what awaited her would be death. If the assassination succeeded, she would still die. Anyway, it was death, but
I can give it a try.
However, Wei Zhong was Nangong Mo's personal bodyguard, and his skills were naturally extraordinary, but he found that he could not be captured within ten moves.
"Wei Zhong, stay alive." Nangong Mo looked at the masked woman coldly, his cold voice shook the bodies of everyone present, especially the palace concubines, whose faces turned pale with fear.
Xia Bingyan did not change, she still looked down leisurely, her red lips slightly parted, "Kill."
Such a simple and clear word again, just like that day in Fengqi Palace, she was cold and ruthless, it could even be said that she was a careless woman at all.
Outside the palace, a group of guards quickly rushed in, immediately surrounded her and captured her.
"Who ordered you?" Nangong Mo asked in a dark voice while sipping the wine.
The woman's veil was torn off. She was a very pretty girl, but she seemed to have a very tough mouth. When she heard Nangong Mo's scolding, she just turned her head away and didn't say anything.
Xia Bingyan played with the silver chopsticks in her hands leisurely and kept turning them, "No need to ask, I'm not interested in knowing either."
As she spoke, she flicked the chopsticks into the air. As she raised her hand and pushed, the silver chopsticks shot towards the woman at high speed. The next moment, the woman's body limply escaped the guard's control and fell in the middle of the hall.
There was only a tiny red spot left in the middle of her throat, and the blood spread slowly, gradually filling the center of the hall.