Shen Qingfeng bit his lips tightly, and a few strands of blood climbed up his clean and clear eyes.

"Young Master, we are from Qingqiu Continent. We don't have to go to Mocheng to find the intersection 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 hat slowly drooped down, completely covering his face.

The moment the black curtain covered his face, a gust of wind came to the side, running wildly towards Mocheng, and the red robe was like a fire.

Shen Qingfeng lowered his eyes slightly, turned the direction of the horse, and went south to find the intersection of Qingqiu with the guards sent by the Shen family.

...

That night, the desert was desolate and empty.

The inn is very lively.

The disciples of the War Academy drank all night.

After the college competition was over, most of the colleges and forces had dispersed.

The ragged Mu Sheng was savagely stuffed into the prison car by the guards. In this way, amid the criticism and insults of the world, he went to the prison of the Temple of the Martial Gods to receive punishment.

"Mom, mom..."

Ye Xun'er followed behind and wanted to get close to the prison car, but was kicked out by the guards.

Mu Sheng closed his eyes and shed tears of pain.

And when she was escorted to the dungeon of the Temple of War, an unindividual woman who was tortured happened to be released from the Temple of War.

The two passed by each other.

One is inward and the other is outward.

The woman took a deep breath when she saw the sunshine outside.

"Miss Mingyan, you have suffered."

The guard in black was holding a carriage and waiting for a long time.

Baili Mingyan pulled her lips, her face full of gloom: "Yes, it's too bitter inside..."

These days, she almost died in the dungeon of the Temple of War.

It was only through hatred that I persevered until now that I saw the dawn again!

Baili Mingyan was helped by the guards and sat in the carriage, looking down at her hands.

In the past, her slender jade hands were the most beautiful and proud of them. They were always covered with bright elixirs, and men were blinded when they saw them.

Because of this unpredictable disaster, she was not only ruined by the man named Qin Tieniu, but also came to the dungeon innocently to be tortured.

The jailers, in accordance with the punishment, pulled out every nail of her nails, making her cry every night and shed tears.

"Tell me, is Ye Chuyue still alive?" Baili Mingyan asked.

"Miss..." The guard wanted to speak but stopped.

"explain!"

"Ye Chuyue..."

The guard paused, brewed words and said, "Ye Chuyue defeated the void and attacked, and was about to be crowned with the glory of the Wanxiang Realm. Not only that, news came from Beijie City that Ye Chuyue's mother Zhenbeihou was Mu Qinghuang, the daughter of Mushanhe, Beizhou Mufu. Ye Chuyue was the granddaughter of the old uncle and was about to go to Beizhou to return to his hometown. This matter has spread throughout the Lingtian Continent."

The guard carefully observed Baili Mingyan's expression.

Baili Mingyan opened her mouth slightly, her face pale as paper: "The daughter of the Mu Mansion? The glory of all things? How could this be! How could it be... This is impossible..."

...

...

However, on the day Ye Mohan left the northern border, the royal family had undergone tremendous changes.

The royal family's charge of protecting Mu Sheng and encouraging Mu Sheng's evil wind has been exposed.

The little prince Wen Renjue was directly imprisoned in the royal family.

But in the prison, Wen Ren was not afraid at all.

This cell is said to be a big prison, but it is actually magnificent. It is lit with high ambergris, and a maid lets it waste and takes good care of it.

Wen Renjue sat on the bed, crossing his legs and drinking the best wine.

Maybe he thought drinking like this was boring, Wen Renjue grabbed the maid and poured the wine on the maid's neck.

He just drank the wine around his neck and felt the mellow and fragrant wine.

"Prince, aren't you worried?"

The maid leaned into his arms and said cutely.

"What are you worried about? It's just that the thunder is loud and the rain is small. I am the real son of the King of Heaven's Palace. Can he really kill me?"

Wen Renjue laughed disdainfully: "I came to this prison, but it was just a temporary solution for my father to show off the idiots outside, especially Ye Chuyue. I would give her a face when I was in the first place. It was not that easy for her to want my life. Even if she was a daughter in Beizhou, what if Mu Shanhe is old, the Mu army of the Mu Mansion is chewing the foundation of his ancestors, and it is not the Emperor's Army. What are you afraid of? By the way, this prison has a unique flavor. I have never tried to go to Yunyu in prison."


Chapter completed!