Yue Ziqing's cheeks were flushed. She glared at Bei Minglie, and there was even a little murderous intent in her eyes.

Bei Minglie did not approach her, and a dark look flashed through his eyebrows and eyes: "Zi Qing, now only the Bei Ming family is his backer, and you are the important person who determines his life and death."

The night was colder, and my heart became even colder. Silence spread and finally calmed down.

Mo Dongliu quietly stood up and looked at Wen Yao who was sleeping beside him. His eyebrows were bent gently, and he lowered his head and kissed her between them.

"Sleep well."

A cold sound spread in the night. Mo Dongliu changed into a night clothes and quietly left the room. He used his light skills and disappeared under the night in the blink of an eye.

Wen Yao on the bed didn't react, as if he knew nothing.

However, not long after, the cold eyes as bright as the moon suddenly opened, reflecting a little light. Her face was extremely solemn, and she sat up from the bed.

Every night these days, Mo Dongliu would personally make some food for her. Every time she finished eating, she would get sleepy. Because of her trust in her, Wen Yao didn't notice it at all at first.

But she is not an ordinary person. She is already very alert. She doesn't know that something is wrong. Now she has no companion Gu in her body and no resistance to poison. Even the simplest ** can work.

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She slept very hard for several consecutive days, an experience she had never had before.

She became a little careful tonight and did not drink the bowl of porridge.

However, everything surprised her. After Mo Dongliu fell asleep, she actually used internal energy to nourish her meridians.

No wonder her internal strength has not decreased but increased recently. It turns out that there have been people who are secretly helping her.

He sighed slightly. Wen Yao was about to walk out of the room, but he heard footsteps coming from outside.

A knock on the door came, and a maid's voice sounded from outside: "Young master, young lady, have you sleep? The head of the family passed a message and told you to dare to go to the front hall immediately. The eldest son is back and there is an urgent matter."

At the middle of the night, it was obvious that the entire Beiming Mansion had quieted down, and it was somewhat inconvenient to wake people up while they were asleep.

The maid's voice was not loud, but it was very clear in such a quiet night. Wen Yao heard it clearly, but when he saw the empty bed beside him, the light in his eyes suddenly became a little cold.

What's going on?

As soon as Mo Dongliu left, Bei Minglie summoned him to the inner hall. If someone found out that he left the mansion in the middle of the night, it would be bad.

The coldness in his eyes gradually became heavy, and Wen Yao lowered his voice and said to the outside: "Wait, I'm going to wash up."

The maid did not rush to urge her, but stood not far from the door waiting.

It was obviously useless to delay such a little time. Wen Yao was slightly anxious and stood there and walked slightly.

The thoughts in her mind were constantly changing. She calculated the time and could no longer delay it.

OK.

When Wen Yao opened the door, his expression remained unchanged.

The maid raised her head and looked at her, a little surprised: "Mrs. Young Madam, where is the young master?"

Wen Yao glanced at the maid and calmed down: "He just went out."

She didn't say what to do, but the maid didn't dare to ask.

"Okay, please come with me, young lady."

Not far away, the spacious and bright hall was brightly lit, and many people had already come inside. When the guards guarding the door saw Wen Yao coming, they immediately made way.

The voice of conversation came from inside, and a laugh was a little unrestrained.

"Dongliu and the others are here, Yu'er, this is your younger brother, it's the first time you meet."

Bei Minglie was talking, pointing his finger to the door, but he only saw Wen Yao.

He was stunned: "Where are others who flow eastward?"

Wen Yao said: "A little thing should be back soon."

Bei Minglie's face became dark, but he didn't say anything in depth.

However, the young man with some eyes looked at Wen Yao with unscrupulous eyes, and a dark light flashed through his eyes, and his tone was slightly sarcastic: "It seems that the young head of the family is really big, I have been waiting for so long,

But he has not shown up yet."

Wen Yao had no expression on his face: "A coincidence."

Bei Mingyu has a tall figure and a handsome face.

After all, with Bei Minglie's good genes, people from the Bei Ming family cannot be too ugly.

"What a coincidence, wouldn't everyone wait for him here?"

Wen Yao saw that many people came from the room, including the two children of Bei Ming family, Bei Mingying and Bei Minglin. At this small gathering, everyone present was from the Bei Ming family.

In the upper hand, there were also a row of middle-aged and elderly people sitting next to Bei Minglie, each of whom was full of energy and looked down on him with his chin.

Seven or eight elders showed impatience on their faces, and the oldest person in the leader even spoke: "It's so presumptuous!"

Wen Yao's heart tightened. She looked at the faces of those people and suddenly felt a sense of crisis coming. The obvious pressure made her look solemn.

But she still stepped forward and said, "Speak directly if you have anything, and I will tell you everything after I go back."

Bei Mingying interrupted Wen Yao: "You have not been recognized by the family yet. At most, you are an outsider. What should you use to replace Mo Dongliu?"

Wen Yao was stunned: "I married Mo Dongliu, not your Beiming family, why do you want you to admit me?"

Bei Mingying was blocked and couldn't say a word, she glared at Wen Yao with her eyes widened.

Just as I was about to retort, I heard the old man above say, "Stop talking!"

Bei Mingying retreated angrily and sat back on her chair.

She stepped on the legs of the chair with one foot, and her face was obviously not very good-looking.

After talking for so long, he still didn't see Mo Dongliu. Bei Minglie narrowed his eyes and whispered a few words to his subordinate next to him.

Wen Yao saw the other party's mouth shape clearly, and he arranged for someone to check it out.

The hands hanging down on her side tightened slightly, and she raised her chin to look at the faces present.

Bei Minglin lowered his head and sat in the corner without saying a word, eating on his own, as if the scenes in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Bei Minglie finally said: "Okay, don't wait anymore. The elder general decided to say, Wen Yao, you can convey it to Dongliu when he comes back."

Wen Yao found an empty seat to sit down. The great elder's aura was extremely calm. He took out a letter, and the sharpness in his eyes became deeper: "Originally, there must be a young head of the family present, but since he couldn't come back, it would be fine.

Yu'er accidentally found some hiding places for the hostile forces of the Beiming family, so she called you over to let you all do your best to bring some people to wipe out those people."

Wen Yao felt cold in his heart, and he suddenly looked up at the elder when he heard this.

The elder looked cold and expressionless: "Of course, I would like to remind you that those people are going to start implementing the assassination plan. You are the descendants of my Beiming Mansion, which is their target. We must protect them recently.

If I die like this, I will be disgraceful to the Beiming family."

Wen Yao guessed the identities of those who were called rebels.

Wen Yao heard from someone that there were not only a few aristocratic families, but they were wiped out one after another in about a month.

How can this deep hatred be resolved? The Beiming family is still strong, but the orphans or forces left behind after being exterminated have also grown up. She suddenly thought of some people.

If Shen Lian or Pan Lie, would he choose to be enemies with Mo Dongliu after learning about his identity?

All this had nothing to do with Mo Dongliu, but how could the revenge of extermination be so simple? How many innocent people were involved? Mo Dongliu was bleeding from the Beiming family and wanted to inherit the sins of the Beiming family.

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He... must have known his identity for a long time. If so, why should he take in those homeless future enemies full of hatred?

Wen Yao didn't understand it, but he felt a little distressed. Who would have thought that Mo Dongliu had a kind heart under such a cold appearance.

"Wen Yao!"

A sound exploded from his ears, and Wen Yao narrowed his eyes and looked at Bei Minglie.

Bei Minglie still had a smile on his face, and there was no aggressive momentum: "Where is Dongliu going? I just asked someone to search for him, but I didn't see him in the mansion."

Wen Yao raised his eyebrows: "It may be too hot, so he will go for a walk."

Seeing that she was still not angry or breathing after lying, Bei Minglie's eyes flashed: "Do you think the head of the family is so easy to deceive?"

Wen Yao blinked his eyes and looked innocent: "If the head of the family doesn't believe it, it will be useless if I say anything."

He gently pulled the corner of his lips and smiled, "You little girl are really smart, but you should have heard that those enemies of the Beiming family are already secretly ready to move. Even Yu'er has been assassinated, and you and Dongliu want to do so.

Be careful, I will arrange a group of people to you tomorrow, and I hope that he, the young head of the family, will not disappoint me."

Her heart was filled with coldness.

The Beiming family made her frightened. She had done so many disgusting things back then, but now she can still treat them as if they are nothing.

The elder of the Beiming family lowered his eyes and stared at Wen Yao for a moment. He suddenly said, "Now the hiding place of that group of people has been found. As long as the young master can catch them all, he will be a meritorious person. The place where he hides is

You can transfer this letter to him."

He swung his hand, and the letter flew straight towards Wen Yao, and the strong wind roared with internal force.

Bei Mingyu's face changed. Even if he wanted to accept the letter, it would be very difficult.

Bei Mingying secretly curled the corners of her lips, waiting to see Wen Yao's good show, but she didn't expect that she stood still, holding the envelope tightly with her fingertips.

"I will convey it truthfully. If it's okay, then I'll leave first."

The elder's eyes became a little more serious. Looking at Wen Yao's back as he turned around and left, there was a hint of scrutiny on his old face.

Bei Minglin didn't like this atmosphere, so he also said, "Dad, I'll leave first."

Bei Minglie had a good attitude towards Bei Minglin: "Be careful yourself."
Chapter completed!