Chapter 112

The situation was more serious than expected, so Mo Lian didn't plan to tell her mother what happened on her way back.

Hearing that the prince returned to the city so dangerous, Queen Zhao's face was a little white with fear. She grabbed the prince's hand and asked, "is there any injury?"

"Don't worry, mother. My son is not hurt." Prince Mo consoled, "as for the source of this matter, my son has ordered Yushu to check it, but now it seems that it is related to the variation of the dead body. In this way, the city needs to be guarded for several days and carefully searched, focusing on the home where the funeral is to be carried out in the near future. "

After hearing the words, King Zhao nodded.

"Empress mother, I'm afraid mission hills will be in chaos for a while. You and twelve younger brothers will stay in the palace for the time being. Don't go out in the near future. "

"I know for my mother." The king of Zhao frowned and said softly, "it's you. You should be more careful when you go out of the palace."

Mo Lian nodded and said a few words with her mother. She left in a hurry to go to the Royal study.

If something like this happens, it's natural to report it to the king so that he doesn't fall into the trap again.

Walking slowly on the quiet path of sweet scented osmanthus like snow, the pace of ink lotus is not slow, and there is a sense in my heart that this cataclysmic disaster, now I'm afraid it's just the beginning.

*****The line of division of our vegetable Prince has stopped raining, but the ground is a little wet.

"Dada." In the open street, only a horse and a car pass by.

In the busy street of Anshan Town, there is no one in this time and space. At first, there were no stalls on both sides of the street. Now, there are no stalls.

The gate of the baozi shop of the grain shop had been smashed by people, and it was turned into chaos. It was so miserable.

Qiao Zhongxing sighed softly, pulled the reins of his horse and stopped the car. He turned his head and looked into the car. "Joe, it's Anshan town."

Arbor sleeps a little bit vaguely, hear the call of two uncles, opened a few tired eyes.

Yesterday, I closed my eyes almost in the second half of the night, but now I haven't slept for two hours.

Snack goods also wake up, but she was full of sleep, open his eyes and spirit to call sound elder sister.

Arbor speechless, simply put the little guy in his mother's arms to dress, and lift the car curtain to jump down.

"Second uncle, take a rest here." The second uncle is in a hurry all night. She has to let him have a rest.

"Miss."

Arbor turns to see, see peony holding a small package all the way trot over, "have steamed bread and water, eat some."

"Good." The tree nodded and looked behind her. He did not see the figure staying up late. He knew where he was hiding.

"Second uncle, have a bun."

It's just in time. Qiao Zhongxing is so hungry that he reaches for two white steamed buns and a bag of water.

The peony sent the food to her eyes. After looking at her, Qiao Zhongbang got in the car again to send the food. However, a discordant voice soon broke the happy meal.

"You let me eat this?" A high octave came out of the car.

Qiao Wenjuan, the eldest miss of Qiao, has been holding her breath all the way. At this time, it's all broken out!

"Pa!" She stretched out her hand to pat off the steamed bread in the old lady's hand. The water bag sprinkled the old lady's hand.

"Mother! How can such crude and low-grade food be imported? I can't say I have to eat a bad stomach! " Qiao Wenjuan did not care how much blood the old lady had in her heart. She was totally blind to her mother's longing for white bread rolling on the ground.

"No, it won't. This is made of peony and noodles last night. It's clean and won't spoil your stomach! "