The man in black was not brought back, but was directly locked up in another courtyard and handed over to Qin Chi for interrogation, so as to save him from having nothing to do.
The carriage was very luxurious and spacious.
Mu Bei Rong was injured and was pinned down on his side on the couch by Yao Shu.
She began to meditate.
She didn't have much memory.
She didn't know what the previous social relations of the owner of the body were like, let alone any enemies.
Who was following them and whether someone was always monitoring their every move.
Thinking about it, it had been five or six days since she traveled back in time and she had been staying in Prince Rong's Mansion.
It was quiet there, not a big family, and there were fewer tedious things, so she became a little more comfortable.
After returning home, she was shocked to realize that in this position, she didn't want to offend others, and there would be people plotting against her.
She was the legitimate princess of the Southern Kingdom, the sister of the third prince, and the princess of the Rong Mansion.
Most of the people around her are hostile people, such as Concubine Hui, the fourth prince, Yao Yun, and now even Mu Beirong's rivals.
With all this, she is not allowed to stay out of the matter.
"Ah Shu."
When Yao Shu turned around, her hand immediately fell into a big palm.
Her face felt a little hot, but she did not pull away: "What's wrong?
Does the wound hurt?"
Mu Beirong stared at her with his deep eyes.
His shadow was reflected in her watery eyes.
Her eyes showed concern and trust for him.
By some mistake, Mu Beirong spoke: "Ah Shu, don't be too nice to me."
"Why?"
Yao Shu faced him face to face: "I have always believed that we are husband and wife, and we are people who want to live together for a lifetime.
Although we have never met before we got married, it is a fait accompli that we should live the best life and live happily.
We will be more comfortable, and we will gradually get to know each other and get used to each other, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with it.”
How could Mu Beirong say that the nicer she was to him, the more tortured he would be.
She was not warm but cold.
Because of this, he became more at a loss.
He knew he couldn't do anything, but he always wanted to get closer unknowingly.
"I'm afraid you will regret it in the future."
A glint flashed in Mu Beirong's eyes.
He knew that he had made it too obvious.
He should have acted with her and not let her have any doubts.
He should not have revealed any trace of himself.
Emotions, but I can't help it.
The atmosphere seemed good now, and Yao Shu had a frank talk with him for the first time: "Beirong, I think you have been avoiding something, is it because of your body or your appearance?
To be honest, I don't care about these.
I just hope, Respect each other, be considerate of each other, and most importantly, I don’t want a second woman to appear in the palace, and I’ll be content with everything.”
Mu Beirong sighed softly and stopped talking, but held the catkins in his hand tighter.
The only antidote was the enemy's daughter.
This was a dead knot, difficult to solve, and unsolvable.
"Master, the road ahead is blocked."
Shanya's voice came from outside the curtain.
Mu Beirong sat up and said in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"
"Sir, this is the funeral procession of the second young master of Shenhou Mansion.
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The onlookers blocked Dao'er."
Yao Shu sat up straight.
The deceased person walked away from her eyes.
She should not be sitting here, not to mention that this person had some kind of relationship with her.
"You have a good rest, I'll go out and take a look."
Yao Shu opened the curtain and jumped out of the carriage.
There were a lot of people watching, and Yao Shu was about to squeeze in, when a voice came from the carriage: "The cliff."
"Sir," Shan Ya said respectfully to the carriage.
"Protect the princess."
"Yes" Shan Ya agreed and turned around, but Yao Shu's shadow was nowhere to be seen.
Shan Ya looked up and saw that they were all ordinary people.
Could it be that there were too many people and they rushed elsewhere?
Yao Shu was too important to the young master, so he didn't dare to ignore it.
He quickly stood on the carriage and looked out.
With his eyesight, he could definitely see it at a glance, but there was no Shan Ya immediately panicked: "The prince and princess are missing."
There was the sound of a fruit plate falling from the carriage.
Mu Beirong's big hand opened the curtain and came out.
He glanced at it and found that familiar figure except for the funeral team and the people.
Qi and blood surged, and Mu Beirong's originally calm eyes flashed with cold light.
At this time, his heart was not thinking about the antidote at all, but he was full of worries about that person.
Mu Beirong did not get off the carriage, but stood on the carriage, condescendingly saying: "Stop for me."
His voice was strong and he stood tall, which immediately attracted everyone to look over.
Lord Shen, who lost his son in old age, was full of sorrow.
He stopped when he saw Rong in the north of the curtain, but the funeral procession could not stop.
The crowd automatically separated into a lane.
Lord Shen came over and asked, "What does King Rong mean?"
Mu Beirong ignored him and said to the cliff: "Stop the team."
How can Shanya care about so many people?
He flew over the crowd and stood firmly in front of the funeral procession.
At the front was the eldest son of Shenhou Mansion.
Seeing that his second brother was stopped from going to the funeral, he suddenly became anxious and stepped forward to greet him with a punch. : "Go away" Shan Ya didn't care what team he was in, let alone who he was.
After a few moves, he kicked him out.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
A group of people rushed out from behind the team to confront Shan Ya.
Lord Shen's hands trembled with anger: "Prince Rong, what do you mean, the funeral procession cannot stop?
My son's life is already so miserable, why don't we let him have peace even after he dies?"
Mu Beirong's mask glowed with cold light, and his voice was as cold as Shura: "I advise you to hand over the princess honestly, otherwise I don't mind sending one more to your funeral procession."
A naked threat.
Although the Shenhou Mansion is not as good as King Rong in terms of status and prestige, it is still a prestigious family.
How can it allow others to embarrass itself in front of so many people?
"I don't know what King Rong is talking about.
Please ask King Rong to get your people out of the way."
Mu Beirong stared at Lord Shen's expression closely.
Although he knew the cause of death of the second son of Shenhou Mansion, everyone else was rumoring that Yao Shuke died.
He, Lord Shen, had a white-haired man to send a black-haired man, and he thought angrily.
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Revenge is possible, not to mention disappearing in front of the funeral team of Shenhou Mansion.
Who else can be there besides Shenhou Mansion?
"Princess Shen Hou had good intentions and got out of the car to give the second young master a ride, but she disappeared mysteriously here.
If I don't ask for you, who can I ask for?"
Lord Shen finally understood: "Princess Wen Yi is really missing."
"What did I lie to you for?
Everyone knows that the second young master was killed by the princess, but Marquis Shen should not be so stupid and do something that would cause a serious crime to the Marquis Shen Mansion."
As he spoke, Mu Beirong's eyes kept scanning the entire audience.
Just in case someone takes random actions.
Lord Shen frowned.
If Princess Wen Yi disappeared in such an unexplained way, the Shenhou Mansion wouldn't be able to explain it clearly.
It couldn't care less about whether the funeral procession could stop at this moment.
After all, Shen Yang was dead, so he had to do something for her.
Everyone in the whole government should consider this.
"Shenhang asked people to check the team and the crowd to see if there is any trace of Princess Wu Rong."
Shen Hang's anger and blood were uneven, and he believed that Yao Shu had killed his second brother, but he also knew that he could not act on impulse at this moment.
If something happened to her here, neither King Rong nor the emperor would give up easily.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ small theater Shen Yang smiled sinisterly: Jun Ma, come and have a heart-to-heart talk.
What grudges do we have?
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