"Prince Nanping's Mansion has something important to do. Please make way!" Hui Mo cracked the whip in the wind and led the way. Hearing the name of the Nanping Mansion, the curious passersby all moved out of the way. They stood on the side of the road and looked up, wanting to see what the legendary Nanping Mansion's Crown Prince looked like. However, before they could see clearly how many eyes and nose the person in the middle had, they felt a gust of wind pass by and the person was gone. Many flower girls felt that it was a pity.
Hui Mo whipped the horse again and turned his head while rushing, "Prince, do you think Miss Ning is not dead?"
Holding the brocade firmly in his hand, Xiahou Qing's face was immersed in the flashing lights and passing shadows, which was very clear, "The carriage went out of the palace gate and passed by Xuanwu Street, Fangfang Terrace, Qintai Road, and other places. Generally, it was the only way to go west, except for Purple Bamboo Garden."
"What's wrong with Purple Bamboo Garden?"
Tianwen suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Ah! I remembered now. That Purple Bamboo Garden was the residence of a great calligrapher from the previous dynasty. Because that great calligrapher's entire residence was exterminated by thieves, there were rumors that the area around the residence was haunted by ghosts. Therefore, the common people would rather take a detour than pass through the entrance. Over time, the garden became deserted and gloomy. Not many people could be seen during the day. Why did Lady Ning go there? "
Hui Mo said, "Maybe she had something important to do and didn't have time to think about anything taboo, so she ordered the coachman to take a shortcut?"
Jiu Si pondered for a moment and said, "There is a contradiction. The carriage went from the palace gate to the city gate. If it was hurried, it would have finished in two hours. But according to the record, Lady Ning's carriage left the palace at a quarter to seven in the morning, but it left the city at noon. If it was really hurried, it wouldn't be so leisurely."
Huimo suddenly understood, "You mean, the extra moment was delayed in the Purple Bamboo Garden? Could it be … could it be that she had been replaced by someone else?! Then who was the person who was killed in the firecracker workshop? "
Hui Mo's brain was buzzing and he felt that it was not enough.
Xiahou Qing's thoughts became clearer and clearer as he sorted them out. It was as if he had smashed an ice mirror in front of him. The blurry leaf finally revealed its essence in front of his eyes, and the veins were clearly visible.
This was a trap, a carefully planned trap, all for the sake of stealing her away from him!
As the saying goes, concern leads to confusion. The other party had been playing a psychological war from the beginning to the end. From the moment he noticed Ning Shu's disappearance, every step had been perfectly calculated. From Xiao Zhangping to the owner of the teahouse, he had constantly thrown out bait one after another, making him too tired to calm down and think.
And when he finally found her after a series of twists and turns, he was faced with a premeditated explosion. The huge impact in that instant completely shattered his rationality. By the time she was taken away by the political marriage team without anyone noticing, the matter had already been settled, and she could no longer be found anywhere in the world.
As long as he thought of that possibility, Xiahou Qing's chest was blocked, and he was in so much pain that he could not straighten up. In the backlight, his side face was pale and soft, but it was as unshakable as a snowy mountain, "No matter who it is, and no matter what the other party's purpose is to steal her away from me, if I don't allow it, no one can take her away from me!"
Jiu Si always planned ten steps before taking one step. He thought and said, "If Lady Ning is really in the political marriage team, we will inevitably have a conflict with the Southern Yan delegation again. To prevent any future trouble, Hui Mo, She Yan, you two go back to the prince's mansion to dispatch people quickly. We will shoot arrows and meet on the way."
"Okay, we promise to complete the task! She Yan, let's go! Huh? Why don't you speak? Are you mute? "
She Yan had been riding a horse and waving his hand desperately to remind them of his existence, but no one paid attention to him. He burst into tears, "Finally, someone remembers me. My mute acupoint is still sealed. It's too difficult for me …"
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