Zhiqiu was busy cleaning Ling Yue's clothes that were replaced with blood. The blood color was dazzling after all, and it was hard to see it. It would be better to clean up as soon as possible.

"I call the girl, but the girl is asleep and she cried two or three times but couldn't wake up." Zhiqiu also felt very strange. Although the girl only sleeps a lot on weekdays, she has a light sleep. It's the first time she has seen her like today.

To put it seriously, if Ling Yue's breathing was not quite regular, Zhiqiu would have been panicked and thought it was her own girl who was unconscious in her sleep!

"Therefore, the maid is reluctant to bother the girl Qingmeng." So much blood flowed away from her body. How could she do it if she didn't take care of her body well?

The first step to nourish your body should be to have enough rest time. Zhiqiu naturally would not follow Ling Yue's instructions and insisted on waking Ling Yue out of her sleep.

In fact, it was not something that ordinary dreams could be compared, so even if Zhiqiu really spared no effort to do what she told her, she might not have any reaction.

It was Funing who deliberately led her into a dream, and she would not want to break out without conveying her purpose clearly.

Since they were not controlled by them, there was nothing worth saying: "Then let it be." Ling Yue stared at the night outside the window and was alone in her mind. This was really not an ordinary dream.

Every scene and every conversation I saw in the illusion still echoed in her heart over and over again.

Perhaps it was too terrible to be true, Ling Yue couldn't help but curl up as much as possible, but she accidentally affected her injuries and she was sweating all over her cold sweat.

The double discomfort in the body and mind made her feel even more desolate in the night: "Zhiqiu, go and see if the window is not closed?"

Zhiqiu also discovered something wrong with Ling Yue. Why is this sad and down-and-out appearance worse than before going to bed?

But she didn't dare to ask too much, and soon stopped the work she had not finished. After a blessing, she quickly walked to the window: "Yes."

Unexpectedly, just as she walked to the window, she saw a black shadow that was not melting into the night swiftly by her eyes.

This scene seemed too frightened in the depressing atmosphere today, and Zhiqiu couldn't help but exclaim.

She knew that the most annoying thing for girls on weekdays was a surprise, so the other maids and servants selected in Jinyu Garden could be placed in a row in the back, and the first thing to consider is calmness.

"Aunt, girl." Zhiqiu was still in shock, and his eyes looking at Ling Yue couldn't help but blink frequently: "I just saw it."

"What did you see?" Of course Ling Yue would not blame Zhiqiu, but he would not be able to defend Japan, let alone the troublesomeness now.

"Black Shadow." Zhiqiu swallowed hard and almost blocked his throat, and then he calmed down a little bit: "I just saw a black shadow passing by the window."

Looking at Ling Yue's silent appearance, Zhiqiu was afraid that she would not believe it, so he quickly explained: "Although it sounds quite mysterious at first glance, but girl..."

"It's me." As the voice suddenly arrived, there seemed to be only a light breeze behind me.

Zhiqiu thought to himself that such a group of people were more chasing than a dog. It seems that he could not escape this disaster today: "Girl!"

Zhiqiu took a step back and turned around. When he wanted to blurt out, he froze on his lips. He had to thrust a little, but he was surprised and happy: "Young Master Wuying! Why are you?"

"Zhiqiu thought he was the King Jing'an." Although Ling Yue had never made such a guess, she was really raised: "Why have you been there for so long?"

The place where they met with King Jing'an was just stepping into the border of the suburbs of Beijing, and this place was even more deviated from the imperial city, but the distance between the two was not far away.

With Wuying's ability, without the drag of her and Zhiqiu, it was not difficult to escape. Ling Yue had never doubted this.

Therefore, I couldn't understand why Wuying only met them now. I think something might have tied his footsteps.

Wuying turned around and fastened the window, but did not sit down, but only bowed her hand, and replied: "After getting rid of them, the prince who reported himself to his family really had many suspicions."

Ling Yue also looked thoughtful, but Wuying refused to mention it. Based on this, she felt even more suspicious: "So, have you returned to Beijing to inquire?"

I have to say that this step is really a dangerous move, and only Wuying alone is still a little sure of winning.

If someone like her and Zhiqiu were brought by her, who were not skilled in martial arts, he would probably be caught by the group of people if he didn't even touch the gate of Kyoto.

Wuying nodded, and there was a rare trace of worry on his always-stifled face: "King Jing'an was indeed leaving Beijing today. According to reliable information, his appearance, body shape, and even his voice and posture are all right."

Ling Yue didn't care what the reliable news was. She only knew that Wuying was a killer in the past, but now even if Jin Bain washes his hands, it would be impossible to break the people and things associated with the past.

What's more, who can tell whether the past will help him in certain specific situations?

"If so." The candles in the house had already burned with layers of wax tears, and it became increasingly dimming at this moment, which complemented the current situation: "Let's put aside our situation, what are the plans of King Jing'an?"

Zhiqiu yelled, a little anxious, immediately picked up the corner of his skirt and walked to Ling Yue in front of the bed where he was lying: "Girl, when is it now? Do you still care about their ideas? How to save our lives is the most important thing."

"Zhiqiu, please be calm first." Ling Yue was a little amused when facing Zhiqiu's uneasiness.

Now they are trapped here, unable to move forward, and unwilling to retreat. If they still cannot know what King Jing'an wants, they will drag themselves into a state of being bound by themselves.

"Now, we can only make further plans if we know the purpose of King Jing'an." Although Ling Yue's shoulder was injured, she fell asleep in such a daze, and her mind became clearer: "Wuying, didn't you say, have you inquired about reliable information? If possible, we can continue to use this relationship."

If a prince like King Jing'an is able to lower himself to force him to force him to death, there must be some secret behind him that he has to do.

They had never met before, nor had they heard of any involvement with the princes in Tongzhou. It was either the old grudges or the newly added hatred.

Memories flashed by. If she had any intersection with King Jing'an, then there was only Jin Ge, a seemingly unimportant person: "I think we can start from Miss Jin."

He threatened to eradicate her, and the first one who had been talking about her was Jin Ge.
Chapter completed!