As he spoke, he also smelled his sleeves, with an unspeakable expression on his face.
Mo Chuan was stunned for a moment, and sure enough he could smell the smell emanating from Xiaosi's body.
"and after?"
"Zhui Feng said there must be an assassin coming. He asked his slave to guard here, and he went to chase him. Who knew that he didn't come back for a long time, but there was another rain of horse dung here. This slave tried his best to dodge. He was not hit by those horse dung, which seemed to fall from the sky, but the slave didn't even see half a person. It's really, really strange!"
Mo Chuan's brows furrowed again.
What Xiaosi said was too fantastical. He didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean there wasn't anyone.
He must be a master. He moves like lightning and comes and goes like wind, so Xiaosi didn't notice the other party.
But if the other party is such a master, he will walk on peace when entering the palace. If he really comes for Ning'er and wants to assassinate her, I'm afraid even ten of her won't survive now, right
If the other party is not an assassin, then why did he enter the palace? Are you just throwing horse manure into the yard as a prank
No matter what, as long as she's okay, that's fine!
"What happened next? Zhui Feng, did you catch someone? Did you see who was up to something?"
Zhui Feng lowered his head.
"This subordinate is useless."
As soon as he heard this, he knew that he had seen nothing.
Mo Chuan was not angry, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.
It can be said that there are very few people in this world who can escape chasing the wind.
Even compared to Zhuifeng, his Qinggong is inferior to him.
What kind of master is someone who can't even catch the wind
He could already conclude that there were at least two assassins, one of whom lured Zhui Feng away, and the other who teased Xiaosi here.
But neither of them committed any murders, it seemed like they were just here to play a prank.
Is it just a prank
A master like this comes to the inner courtyard of the palace to throw horse dung for fun
No one would believe this, especially Mo Chuan.
He felt that these two people were not here to assassinate him, but to step on the plate to explore the way.
Step on the plate? Exploring the path
Mo Chuan's heart suddenly moved.
He kept his face and asked, "Have all the horse manure been swept away in the yard?"
"Everything has been cleaned up. I also asked them to put a lot of incense in the yard. It definitely didn't smell to the Queen. It's just that I haven't had time to bathe and change clothes. This smell, this smell..."
"I understand. You and Zhui Feng can both go down." Mo Chuan waved his hand.
Xiao Si hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that the assassin will come again. Let me and Zhui Feng continue to guard here."
Mo Chuan said calmly: "If the assassin comes again, can you catch him?"
Xiao Si was at a loss for words immediately, with a look of shame on his face, and Zhui Feng also lowered his head and remained silent.
What happened today made Zhui Feng feel very frustrated.
He had always felt that even if his martial arts were not as good as the emperor's, when it came to light kung fu, there was probably no one in the world who could be better than him.
The emperor once said that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.
But he has always been proud of his Qinggong.
But what happened today gave him a blow, making him suddenly confused.
Is there really anyone better than myself in Qinggong in this world
If he could see the assassin's shadow, he wouldn't be so depressed, but he saw nothing.
He just intuitively felt a direction and determined that the assassin must have run in that direction.