That's right!
Why?
Their target was Jing Rong, and they killed anyone who stood in their way. Ji Yunshu blocked the sword for him, so the man in black should have killed her as well. Why did he withdraw his sword at that time?
Because of her words, the atmosphere in the hall became even more solemn.
There was a hint of treachery in it.
"Kill this prince? Who could it be? "Jing Rong couldn't think of anyone else other than Jing Yi.
"It's strange. Those people's martial arts were pretty good, and they didn't seem to be from any sect in the pugilistic world. However, it was obvious that they weren't Prince Yi's men, nor were they from the capital. Moreover, those people came with the determination to die, so they naturally wouldn't leave any clues for us to follow. They're all dead, so it'll be difficult to investigate. After all, the pugilistic world is vast. "
Mo Ruo dragged out the last syllable.
After listening to him, Jing Rong's calm expression turned unfathomable. His hand on his thigh clenched into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand visible.
He looked like a wild lion about to break out of its cage.
His sharp eyes looked at Lang Po, "Pass on this prince's order. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find the mastermind and dismember him."
Every word was deadly!
When he said it, a bloody scene flashed before everyone's eyes.
Lang Po shuddered.
Lang Po immediately accepted the order.
At this time …
A guard hurried in from outside and reported, "Your Highness, there's still one person alive."
The news came as a surprise, but it was also a pleasant surprise.
Tang Si shouted, "So there's still one alive. That's great! Quickly ask him who ordered him to do this. If he refuses to speak, then whip him. Whip him hard and see if he'll speak. "
She gritted her teeth.
But the next moment, the corner of the guard's mouth twitched as if he had poured cold water on her. "Although that person is still alive, he's seriously injured. I'm afraid … he won't survive."
His head drooped, and his voice became softer.
Jing Rong frowned.
Won't survive?
Mo Ruo suddenly stood up. "Bring me there."
"Yes!"
And so, everyone went together.
The man in black was lying on the ground, his fingers still moving.
Mo Ruo squatted down and gently turned the man over. He saw the sword wound on his chest. The wound was very deep, and blood flowed all over the ground, gradually turning black.
He had lost too much blood!
"We can't let him die," Jing Rong said coldly.
"With me here, you won't die." Mo Ruo took out a pill and fed it to the man. He then pressed a few acupuncture points on the man's chest and ordered, "Bring him to my room."
The two guards did as they were told and carefully carried the man away.
Mo Ruo clapped his hands and said before he left, "I can save his life, but I can't stop him from committing suicide."
If he was captured alive, he definitely wouldn't be able to live.
They were no different from corpses!
Jing Rong said, "Save him."
Mo Ruo nodded and left.
Tang Si also followed along.
After about an hour, the corpses of the black-clothed men were all cleaned up. However, the entire courtyard was filled with the thick smell of blood, making people feel nauseous.
Ji Yunshu also moved into the courtyard that Jing Rong lived in.
She hugged two beloved sandalwood boxes and said, "Fortunately, these things weren't damaged."
Even at this time, she was still concerned about these two boxes.
"Do you know how dangerous that situation was?" Jing Rong asked her seriously.
"I know."
"Since you know, how could you sacrifice yourself to protect this prince? Did you think about the consequences? "
"I did." She put down the boxes and met his gaze. She said seriously, "If I didn't protect you, you would die. If I did, you and I would die together."
He smiled.
"Yunshu." He held her ice-cold fingers. "Listen carefully. In the future, if this prince tells you to leave, you must leave. Do you understand?"
"No …"
"You don't have the right to refuse. This is an order."
His attitude was firm and his expression was solemn.
She hesitated for a long time. She knew that she couldn't change his mind, so she could only nod.
After tidying up the things, Jing Rong said.
"Actually, this time, it's all thanks to Young Master Wen of the Wen family."
At the mention of him, Ji Yunshu stopped what she was doing.
"Yes, it's all thanks to him. But I always feel that he's not simple at all. Coupled with the matter with Miss Ye 'er, this person seems to be hiding secrets all over his body."
If she could dissect a person's heart, she really hoped that she could dissect it and get to the bottom of it.
She shook her head, thinking that she was thinking too much.
Jing Rong said, "The entire Wen family is actually quite strange."
She nodded in agreement.
Then she added, "I really hope … we're just being paranoid."
… …
Late at night, in a dark room of the Wen family's embroidery workshop.
Old Master Wen's face was burning with anger. His thick black brows were tightly knitted together, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed into a thin line. He looked like he couldn't restrain his anger.
Wen Xian sat on a chair beside him. His expression was cold and emotionless. He was still holding the flute in his hand, the jade pendant hanging from it clenched in his palm.
He didn't loosen his grip for even a moment.
Although he was young and handsome, and his beautiful eyes were full of attraction, his face was paler than an ordinary person's. He looked like he was ill.
This wasn't strange. Wen Xian had been a medicine jar since he was young, so he was sent to the mountains to learn martial arts before he was ten years old. After learning for five whole years, his health improved greatly. However, less than a year after returning home, he suddenly fell seriously ill. Since then, his health fluctuated. Over the years, he had seen many doctors, but none of them improved. Five or six years ago, his condition worsened and he almost lost his life. This delay had dragged on until now.
It was precisely because of his illness that he never married and was a carefree person.
What a pity!
He revealed a worried expression and glanced out of the dark room before turning to his father. "Father, this matter can't be completely blamed on Deputy General Lin."
Although his tone was gentle, it was very cold and hard.
Old Master Wen was unmoved.
His real name was Wen Panshi. At this moment, his face was as hard as a boulder, just like his name.
His anger was obvious!
Suddenly …
There was a loud bang.
He slammed his hand on the table. "As a deputy general, how can we let him off so easily when he gave the order to kill without permission?"
"Father …"
"Shut up."
Reprimand!
Wen Xian's cold eyebrows lowered as he swallowed the words he was about to say.
At this moment …
The sound of iron boots stepping on the stone floor came from outside. The footsteps were firm and orderly, echoing in the passageway outside the dark room.
It sounded like a drum!
A tall and mighty figure was reflected on the ground and dragged in from the outside.
Closer and closer!
Longer and longer!
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