"Your Majesty, that subordinate has resigned!"

The man cupped his hands and was about to retreat.

"Wait a minute," Shangguan Yifei suddenly sat up straight and rolled his eyes: "Go and check the woman next to Nangong Yi."

"yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure flew away with a whoosh.

Indus under the moon,

The leaves rustled in the wind.

In the courtyard, in front of the stone table, Nangong Yi was twirling the teacup carelessly with his fingertips, his expression cold.

Beside him, Feng Yan was reporting the intelligence collected today with a serious face.

"The spies have searched within a ten-mile radius of Shengjian City, and there is no news of any Xuanwu beads. The Xuanwu beads have disappeared without a trace since the last time they were lost in the palace.

At the same time, my subordinates also asked spies to investigate the cause of the fire that day, but they could not find any clues because many guards were buried in the fire. Even those who survived by chance died suddenly not long after."

Hearing this, Nangong Yi's face darkened, and his knuckles suddenly tightened.

They all died suddenly. This is too weird. There must be a powerful force behind it.

"Any clues about today's ambush?"

Putting down the tea cup in his hand, he asked in a low voice.

"No!"

Feng Yan shook his head. The group of men in black were so unfathomable that their origins could not be traced.

"Get down!"

Nangong Yi waved his sleeves, and Feng Yan bowed and slowly retreated.

The moonlight is hazy, with a faint fragrance and sparse shadows.

Ling Mulao took a shower, changed into an ivory white gauze dress, and walked lightly to the courtyard.

Raising his eyebrows, he saw a cold figure in the pavilion drinking alone at the moon, with his black hair dancing lightly, looking as handsome as an immortal under the bright moonlight.

As cold as ice and as charming as a monster, Nangong Yigu's coldness makes people feel inexplicably moved, and they can no longer look away.

"This tea is good, come and try it!"

Without turning back, Nangong Yi was sure of the person behind him, rolled up his long sleeves slightly, added another cup, and poured a cup of good tea.

"Thank you!"

Ling Muchao was happy, smiled softly, and sat next to him.

After a slight sniff, the fragrance of tea is indeed overflowing. The sixth prince of Tianxuan Kingdom really knows how to enjoy it.

"It's really good!"

After taking a sip, Ling Mulao did not hesitate to praise it.

"I believe you can see the group of men in black today. Their target is not me or my ninth brother, but you, Princess Shuohe of Tianling Kingdom, the once-in-a-thousand-year demon-suppressing saintess!"

After a moment of silence, Nangong Yi came to the point. His eyes faintly glanced at Ling Mulao, the dark light flickered, and it was so fleeting that people could not understand his emotions.

"It seems that there is something they want in me, but it's not the White Tiger Pearl!"

Ling Mulao twisted the tea cup with his fingers, looked at the bright moon reflected in the cup, and smiled coldly at the corner of his lips.

Someone has already made a move blatantly, and they are not looking for the White Tiger Pearl on Nangong Yi, but they are targeting her. What do these people want to get?

"No matter what they want, I have promised that as long as I am here, I will protect you."

The cold voice was still without any emotion.

When Ling Mulao heard this, his heart couldn't help but he raised his head and glanced at the man beside him. It seemed that Nangong Yi had deliberately distanced himself a lot since last night.
Chapter completed!