Zhui Feng's body couldn't help but tremble.
Mo Chuan paused for a moment and then said: "For the sake of Ning Guogong and her dead mother, we must do it quickly so as not to cause her pain. Also, leave a whole body. This matter must be done covertly." Extremely, don’t let anyone know that it was you who did it, don’t let anyone see your whereabouts, if it reaches the ears of the Queen Mother, I will only ask you!”
His tone was extremely stern.
"Yes! I understand!"
Zhui Feng's face became solemn, his figure flickered, and he disappeared.
Mo Chuan looked at the direction Zhui Feng was leaving, a complicated look flashed across his face, and he felt a deep sense of guilt towards Queen Mother Zhou in his heart.
But he absolutely cannot tolerate Zhaorong any longer.
In fact, he has given Zhaorong several opportunities, but Zhaorong has not changed, but has become even more vicious and vicious.
He knew that if Zhui Feng left, Zhao Rong would definitely not be able to survive. As far as he knew, the guards in Ning Guo Gong's Mansion did not have any particularly strong martial arts masters. He wanted to use Zhui Feng's skills to avoid the guards in Ning Guo Gong's Mansion. It can be said that it is a piece of cake, and Princess Zhaorong's martial arts is not worth mentioning.
What he was worried about now was not that Zhui Feng could not complete the task, but that he hoped that Queen Mother Zhou would not be too sad after hearing the news.
Fortunately, Gu Qingze is still in the palace. With him taking care of his mother's health, he should be able to rest assured.
Mo Chuan was meditating silently when he suddenly heard Shen Ning's voice coming from behind him.
"What are you thinking about? Are you so lost in thought?"
He turned around and saw that she had long, crow-feather-like hair hanging down, which was wet all the time. It made her face look as white and pink as a freshly watered lotus, crystal clear, and her translucent skin was faintly glowing. With a jade-like luster, she was looking at herself thoughtfully.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice when she came out.
Mo Chuan smiled and stepped forward to hold her hand: "Why don't you dry your hair before coming out? You can easily catch a cold like this."
Shen Ning didn't answer. A pair of black and white eyes looked at him without blinking, only watching the beating of his heart.
"Why are you staring so big? Come on, I'll carry you back to your room."
Pretending to be relaxed, he stretched out his arms and picked her up, strode towards their bedroom, entered the room, strode to the bed, and gently placed her on the soft bed.
Xiao Ru had already made the bed thick and soft. On it was a bright red brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. The embroidery was exquisite and the mandarin ducks were lifelike.
Mo Chuan has always disliked bright red. He always felt that the color was gaudy and vulgar, and he also always felt that the patterns of mandarin ducks were vulgar. But for some reason, under the candlelight, he felt that the bright red color of the bed The mandarin duck brocade was indescribably joyful, which made his mood brighten.
"This girl Xiaoru is really becoming more and more considerate. Ning'er, you teach her so well."
Shen Ning smiled softly, her bright water-like eyes still looking directly at Mo Chuan, and his shadow could be clearly seen in the dark pupils.
Mo Chuan's heart moved, he flicked his long sleeves, a wisp of wind flew out, and the two doors closed with a bang.
There were two small clusters of blazing fire burning in his eyes, and his scorching eyes almost melted her.
If he could still hold himself in the face of such a good night and a beautiful woman's new bath, then he would not be a man.