Feng Xizi blinked, hid her pupils behind her long eyelashes, closed her eyes slightly, and kissed him.
With lips and teeth touching, Mo Zhilan felt Feng Xizi's sweetness. Just when he was about to take a step forward, he heard a subtle voice. After a slight pause, he let go of Feng Xizi and said to the secret guard outside the door: "What?
thing?"
Feng Xizi was wondering why Mo Zhilan stopped kissing her. When she heard him calling the secret guard, she quickly left his arms and straightened her somewhat loose clothes.
The secret guard opened the door, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Go back to your lord, please report urgently from 800 miles away. Something happened in the capital."
"Send the urgent report." The things that need to be reported urgently from 800 miles away are not just accidents, but probably something big.
Mo Zhilan glanced at the secret report written in special characters and carefully read it. He frowned and waved his hand to ask the shadow guard to retreat.
Feng Xizi had been with Mo Zhilan for many years, and had never seen him like this in a while. Looking at the secret in his hand, it was filled with irregular words.
"What happened?"
Taking a deep breath, Mo Zhilan turned to look at Feng Xizi and said word by word: "Nan Hen, he was assassinated."
"What... His Majesty was assassinated, what happened now?" Feng Xizi had a grudge against Mo Nanhen, but after hearing the news, he was filled with concern.
Maybe it was because of Mo Zhilan, maybe it was because she didn't dislike Mo Nanhen that much.
Although he had been clamoring that Mo Nanhen was a bastard emperor, when he heard the news of his assassination, what Mo Nanhen had done before became unimportant in the face of this incident.
Mo Zhilan exerted force on his fingertips, and a secret letter quickly turned into powder. His handsome eyebrows were furrowed, and his tone was cold: "He is seriously injured and unconscious. The injury is serious. The secret note was written by the empress. She wants me to return to the imperial capital immediately."
"Okay, we'll leave right away." Feng Xizi stood up without hesitation and called out: "Tinghe!"
"Miss, the servant is here." Tinghe walked in and looked at Feng Xizi's serious face, wondering what happened.
"The prince and I are going back to the imperial capital immediately. After you and the secret guards have arranged everything, stay at the Feng family. You don't have to go to the imperial capital with me. I'll write a handwritten letter and send someone to Hangzhou to recall Qiyu. You will accompany Qiyu.
In Jiangnan, until fourth brother comes back, you can go north to find me."
Feng Xizi gave the order with an absolute command this time, and Ting He did not dare to object, "Yes, Miss."
Tinghe left the study with Feng Xizi's letter. In the study, Feng Xizi smiled softly at Mo Zhilan, who had been silent and thoughtful, and held his hand with her fingers, "Zhilan, don't worry, your majesty has his own destiny."
, I believe he will be fine."
"No, Zi'er, you don't understand. If Nan Hen is really okay, the queen will never easily use the secret guards I gave her. She will send an urgent report from 800 miles away to ask us to go back... I'm afraid Nan Hen's assassination is...
My fault." Mo Zhilan wrapped Feng Xizi's hand with his backhand, patted it, and said with a bitter smile: "I let Xuan Ling go, but he gave me a fatal blow in the end."
"Did Xuan Ling do it?" Feng Xizi recalled the report from the shadow guard three days ago that Xuan Ling had reached the border between Tianche and Loulan safely.
Within three days, Mo Nanhen was assassinated. After thinking about it, only Xuan Ling could do it.
He actually dared to take advantage of Mo Zhilan's absence in the imperial capital to kill Mo Nanhen. He was really audacious.