Meng Po’s Husband Chasing Diary

In the year of Emperor Xianzong, the beginning of May forty-three years, summer time.

The two instrumental cities in Guangling County were dead. The corpse gas and the heavy fog that could not be turned around around here, and the city was dead. The streamers hanging in front of the restaurant exposed the broken holes, and there was no wind, but it wobbled back and forth gently.

There were dead corpses all over the street, maggots all over the corpses, and the air was disgusting.

Suddenly I heard the sound of horseshoes breaking the silence, with several black horses heading, a very ordinary carriage clustered in the middle galloping on the official road, and a slight dust splashed.

The carriage is ordinary, but as long as the careful person carefully recognizes it, you can find the special inscriptions and flowers, birds, fish and beasts engraved on the carriage shaft, as well as the glazed pendants hanging on the carriage, all of which no longer show the identity of the people in the carriage.

This is the exclusive status symbol of the royal family.

The horse-drawn carriage went straight to the most prosperous area in Liangyi City and stopped in front of a big door.

The man in the mansion was obviously in a hurry when he walked. The ground had burdens that he could not pick up. The door was open. From the outside, he could see the shadow wall pushed down inside and the messy flowers and trees smashed in the courtyard. The blood stains everywhere can silently tell people what the mansion has experienced.

The leading man in black came down immediately, rolled the carriage curtain, and whispered, "Your Highness, here you are."

A white slender hand then grabbed the edge of the car, and the person inside stooped out and slowly got off the carriage.

He was only eleven or twelve years old, his face was still very immature, but the outline of his face had already appeared a little beautiful. Dressed in a thin shirt with black clothes, a white-collar worker put up embroidered a group of pythons with a golden text. A pair of narrow and long eyes swept toward the messy mansion, with deep eyes that were not matched with age.

He stepped up to the steps step by step, like a mortal god.

He stopped at the gate and glanced at every piece of land in the mansion.

Afterwards, His Highness opened his lips lightly: "Sou."

"Yes!" The men in black behind him echoed together and flashed in to search.

The young Royal Highness himself turned to the back garden along the Jiuqu promenade, picked up a **** magnolia flower from the ground, and listened to the personal guard's report on the situation of the mansion.

"His Royal Highness, a total of more than 120 people from the upper and lower spirits of the Mon family, all died of mischief. The murderers shot fiercely, beckoned and killed, and had been prepared for a long time. Fake the outbreak of the Liangyi City plague, so that local officials were afraid to check the situation The Liangyi City is now the same as the Dead City. I'm afraid no one knows that the famous hexagram master Meng's group has been ruined."

Sheng Jiayan narrowed his eyes narrowly. He pulled a sharp arrow from a cadaver's body and looked at the fine lines on the arrowhead. The above is the logo of the Lin family of today's spice king, Sheng Jiayan sneered and threw the arrow to the ground.

The **** immediately stepped forward: "Your Highness, do you want to send someone to check the Charing family?"

"It's not necessary, just blindfold." Sheng Jiayan held the **** magnolia flower in his hand and walked in the courtyard where the corpse was old, as if walking in his own courtyard, with a casual and comfortable contentment.

"His Royal Highness, I found it, and I have a live mouth!" The call of the bodyguard not far away made Sheng Jiayan stop. He hardly thought of it, and turned to walk in that direction quickly.

Walking on the wet and dark steps, listening to the sound of water droplets falling on the ground, Sheng Jiayan saw the girl in ragged clothes and shrunk in the corner with the help of the weak fire.

She leaned tightly in the corner, half of her face buried in her arms, but her bright eyes stared at the person with vigilance.

Two carmine shades at the end of the eye are very conspicuous.