Shen Qingfeng bit her lip tightly, and her clean and clear eyes had a few bloodshot eyes.
"Sir, we are from Qingqiu Continent. We don't need to go to Mocheng to transit. We need to find the road entrance from the south." The guard said.
"Um."
After Shen Qingfeng finished speaking, he put down his jade-like hand.
At the same time, the black curtain under the bamboo hat slowly drooped down, completely covering his face.
The moment the black curtain covered his face, a galloping war horse swept from the side and ran wildly in the direction of Mocheng. Its red robe was like a blazing fire.
Shen Qingfeng lowered his eyes slightly, turned the direction of his horse, and headed south with the guards sent by the Shen family to find the trailhead back to Qingqiu.
...
This night, the desert is desolate and deserted.
The inn was very lively.
The disciples of the Zhan Zhan Academy drank freely all night.
The college competition is over, and most of the colleges and forces have dispersed.
Mu Sheng, who was in ragged clothes, was brutally packed into the prison car by the guards, and then went to the Martial Temple Prison to receive punishment amidst the criticism and insults from the world.
"Mother, mother..."
Ye Xun'er ran behind, trying to get close to the prison car, but was kicked out by the guards.
Mu Sheng closed his eyes and shed painful tears.
While she was being escorted to the dungeon of the Temple of Martial Arts, a tortured woman who had no human form happened to be released by the Temple of Martial Arts after serving her sentence.
The two of them passed each other.
One facing in and one facing out.
The woman saw the sunshine outside and took a deep breath.
"Miss Mingyan, you have suffered."
The guards in black were holding the carriage and had been waiting for a long time.
Baili Mingyan tugged at her lips, her face full of gloom: "Yes, it's too bitter inside..."
These days, she almost died in the dungeon of the Martial Temple.
Relying on hatred, I have persisted until now that I can see the light of day again!
Baili Mingyan was helped into the carriage by the guards and looked down at her hands.
In the past, her slender hands were the most beautiful, and she was proud of them. They were always covered with bright khaki, and men couldn't take their eyes off them when they saw them.
Because of this unreasonable disaster, she was not only raped by the man named Qin Tieniu, but she was also innocently sent to the dungeon to be tortured.
The jailers, as punishment, pulled out every fingernail of hers, which caused her to cry every night and shed all her tears.
"Tell me, is Ye Chuyue still alive?" Baili Mingyan asked.
"Miss..." the guard hesitated to speak.
"explain!"
"Ye Chuyue..."
The guard paused for a moment, thinking about his words, and said: "Ye Chuyue defeated the void attack and will soon be crowned with the glory of the Vientiane Realm. Not only that, news came from Beijing City that Ye Chuyue's mother, the Marquis of Zhenbei, is Beizhou
Mu Qinghuang, the daughter of Mu Shanhe in the Mu Mansion, and Ye Chuyue are the granddaughter of my old uncle, and are about to go to Beizhou to return to the clan, and this matter has spread throughout Lingtian Continent."
The guard carefully observed Baili Mingyan's expression.
Baili Mingyan opened her mouth slightly, her face as pale as paper: "The daughter of Mu Mansion? The glory of all things? How could it be like this! How could it be...this is impossible..."
...
...
But it was said that on the day Ye Mohan left the Northern Territory, the royal family had undergone tremendous changes.
The royal family's crime of shielding Mu Sheng and encouraging Mu Sheng's demonic behavior has been exposed.
The young prince Wen Renjue was directly imprisoned in the royal prison.
But in prison, Wen Renjue was not afraid at all.
This cell is said to be a large prison, but in fact it is magnificent, lit with high-grade ambergris, and has maids who let him spoil it and take care of him with delicious food and drinks.
Wen Renjue was sitting on the bed, legs crossed, drinking fine wine.
Or because he felt that drinking like this was boring, Wen Renjue caught the maid and poured the wine on her neck.
He had just drank the wine off his neck and suddenly felt the mellow aroma of the wine, smelling like a woman.
"My lord, aren't you worried?"
The maid leaned in his arms and said coquettishly.
"What are you worried about? It's just that the thunder is loud and the rain is small. I am the biological son of the King of Heaven. Can he really kill me?"
Wen Ren burst out laughing with disdain: "I came to this prison just as a temporary measure for my father to put on a show for the idiots outside, especially Ye Chuyue. I have already been in this prison for a long time.
It’s shameful for her. It’s not that easy for her to kill this king. So what if she’s the daughter of Beizhou? Mu Shanhe is old. Mu Mansion and Mu Army are just trying to take advantage of their ancestors’ inheritance. They’re not the Imperial Army. What should they be afraid of?
?Speaking of which, this prison has a unique flavor. I have never tried to commit suicide in prison."