Let’s talk about Baili Feiyue, who is back at the General’s Mansion.
The person she is looking for is faster than her and is already waiting at Qingfeng Pavilion.
"Little Lord."
Baili Feiyue just opened the door, and a man in green clothes who looked like an icy lotus appeared silently.
It was none other than Murong Zheng, who had come to Kyoto with Xi Mo before, but compared to Xi Mo's high profile, he was so low-key that he was almost invisible.
Baili Feiyue looked at him and guessed the result with just one look, "Not found?"
When she went out this time, in addition to seeing what was going on inside the Regent's Palace and trying to get the shadow guards to come to her, she also wanted to leave a message for Murong Zheng!
Of course they have their own contact information, and of course others can only see her returning to the general's mansion directly.
Murong Zheng nodded, "Not only that, you said that no one has entered or left that place for at least three days."
Baili Feiyue's black eyes are bottomless.
As one of the four personal bodyguards of Changsun Wuji, Xiang Yang had not been back to the place where he lived for at least three days.
This doesn't fully explain anything.
Because, he could have rushed there as soon as he heard about Changsun Wuji's accident, but when he arrived, Changsun Wuji had already... Naturally, he could not continue to live in the original place.
but!
Baili Feiyue still doesn't want to believe it!
"As long as he is still alive, he will definitely come to me." Even if it is revenge.
"Young Master, do you want to avenge Regent Dajing?" This was basically nonsense, but Murong Zheng still confirmed it.
Otherwise, what would the young master do with the people of Regent Dajing?
"I don't believe it. I don't believe he died like this."
How could he die.
She didn't even have time to tell him that he had a daughter.
But revenge must be avenged!
He stretched out his hand to Murong Zheng, "Please help me take a look."
"yes."
However, after the inspection, Murong Zheng frowned slightly, "The technique is very strange, I have never seen it before."
In other words, even a martial arts prodigy like Murong Zheng could not relieve her of her blocked internal energy. Baili Feiyue sneered mockingly, her father had also spent a lot of money on it.
Find such a clever way to seal her inner strength.
But even if her internal power is blocked, she still can't go to the palace!
Murong Zheng naturally wanted to get this level too.
"What do you want to do, young master?"
How to do it.
Emperor Jing is still eager to kill her.
She is the same naturally!
Doesn't he care most about his throne? He will do whatever it takes to get that position. Then he should repay the other person with the same method!
Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head, the most ruthless thing is always killing the heart!
Emperor Jing understands this truth, doesn’t she Baili Feiyue understand it?
Some people would kill him directly, which would be an advantage to him!
"You and Yin Li will leave Dajing Kyoto today."
Although she knew that she was gone now, she was in a situation where there was really no one she could use around her. But Murong Zheng was not Xi Mo, so he knew that her decision must have been well thought out and had her own arrangements and reasons.
"yes."
After Murong Zheng left, Baili Feiyue had been waiting.
Wait for the eldest grandson Wuji's people to come to her, even if it's for revenge.
However, one night passed and no one appeared. Even Xiang Yang, who was relatively familiar with her, was nowhere to be found.
It is true that every master has his subordinates, and even the eldest grandson Wuji may not completely trust her, let alone his mysterious subordinates lurking in the dark after something like this happened.
Or maybe people thought she had set up another trap and was waiting for them to take advantage of it.
Let’s talk about a certain street in Kyoto.
At this time, it is the morning rush hour for various groups of people to travel.
At this moment, several middle-aged nun-looking women were pushing an extremely simple flatbed truck.
Lying on the flatbed truck was a stiff corpse with a sallow face and thin muscles, and his face and body were covered with corpse spots. The clothes on the corpse were stained and tattered, although the original texture looked good.
Sitting on the flatbed was a woman with a full body. Looking at her from the back, even wearing such a filial piety dress, she could not hide her graceful waist. But when she turned around and looked at the front, many people immediately took a breath.
Many people screamed in surprise right now!
This is simply...
It is simply more terrifying and disgusting than when Miss Ling San was disfigured!
I saw that the face of this woman covered in iron was covered with scars, and the thick scars covered her face. It was in sharp contrast with her originally extremely fair skin. It was so shocking that it made people sick!
Sister-in-law, corpse, disfigured young woman.
Such a combination is eye-catching even in Kyoto, which is used to big scenes.
Many people were so disgusted that they covered their noses and started pointing.
"who is this?"
"Looking at this posture, could it be a lady from some family in Beijing? After all, although the face of the corpse cannot be seen, the quality of the clothes on it is still acceptable. There is nothing visible on the face of this disfigured woman, and her figure is also
It's still pretty good. It's not like ordinary people's demeanor."
"When you say that, I think it's very possible. Could it be that someone encountered a catastrophe while traveling, and one of them died and the other was injured and were saved by these nuns?"
"You guys are right, but I haven't heard that any lady encountered anything during her trip recently, or disappeared."
"That's right."
No matter what they said, the disfigured woman on the flatbed did not say a word, she just looked at the corpse and wept silently.
At first, everyone was disgusted by her face, and also by the body on the flatbed truck that already gave off a stink that could not be concealed.
But after looking at this woman's expression of silent and extremely sad tears, a trace of pity could not help but arise.
After all, even if you don't know what happened.
This scene looks too miserable.
With this attention, my eyes inevitably followed the movement of the flatbed truck.
After following for a while, someone suddenly realized, "Isn't there only one mansion in front of this street, General Ling's Mansion?"
It really is!
"Did they go the wrong way?"
"Wait, wait!" Someone suddenly thought of something, "Don't you think the figure of the woman in mourning clothes and the outline of the eyebrows under the scar on her face are somewhat familiar?"
"I don't think so..."
"You are blind, that woman looks like Miss Ling Wu!"
After all, Ling Yanran was the representative of perfect women in the hearts of many people, regardless of age or gender, in the capital. She often attended various occasions. In addition, as the legitimate daughter of the former general, many people have met her!
A word to wake up the dreamer.
Now, those who originally thought this combination was strange and excited could no longer hold back.
They followed him towards the General's Mansion like a tide.
They ran fast, and when they saw the flatbed truck from a distance, the flatbed truck had already arrived at the gate of the General's Mansion.
He was being stopped by the concierge of the General's Mansion.
The disfigured woman on the flatbed was none other than Ling Yanran.