Chapter 287

Qiao Yan Ran looks at his movement, in the heart already knew.

She knows that Hua Mo Chen is a spy. How can she not guard against him? These days, Hua Mo Chen thinks her little actions are very secret, but in fact they are all in her eyes.

Qiao Yanran also knows part of their action this time, that is, Hua Mo Chen is responsible for bewitching, fainting and stabbing her to death.

But She really didn't pay attention to this dose of Mongolian and sweat medicine.

Qiao Yanran thought of this, put a chopstick dish, and ate it. After eating half a bowl, she put the chopsticks down.

She rubbed her eyebrows with her hands and said to herself, "I'm very tired today, I'm a little tired."

Flower Mo dust heart a tight, he carefully observed Qiao Yan Ran's look, after confirming that she has not doubted herself, opening a way: "Your Majesty, I help you to bed."

Then he stood up.

"Well."

Qiao Yanran, let him help him to the bed and cover the quilt.

But after a while, Qiao Yanran's even breathing sound came from the bed. It looked like she was asleep.

Hua Mo Chen watched her fall asleep, took out a dagger with cold light from the position in her arms, and stabbed Qiao Yan Ran's neck.

His hand stopped on Qiao Yanran's neck, only a little distance away, had easily cut her skin, let her sleep thoroughly.

Hua Mo Chen's hand is a little stiff. He can't get off it for a while.

"Sorry..."

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said.

Qiao Yan's bed

Sorry what? Sorry? Are you sure you can kill her? It's so naive.

Just as Qiao Yanran wanted to open her eyes and kick Mo Chen's wrist, a faint wind suddenly came.

"Bang bang -"

almost instantly, several flaming arrows were shot into the tent, and the whole tent burned instantly.

Hua Mo Chen, who closed his eyes, heard the sound and suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw this scene, although expected, but the location of the heart, or vaguely feel a bit of pain.

In fact, whether he succeeded in assassinating HunJun or not, he would not stay. He knew such a big secret, so naturally they would not let him go.

It's so fast

It's good.

Today, let him be buried with this fatuous king. It's not a loss.

Hua Mo Chen looked at the burning fire, put away the dagger in his hand, walked to the table very calmly, and poured himself a cup of liquor.

This wine is also filled with Mongolian medicine and sweat medicine, but the concentration of Mongolian medicine and sweat medicine in this wine is much higher, and it almost pours as soon as it touches the glass.

On the bed Qiao Yan quietly sat up.

She knew for a long time that the third prince could not bet on Hua Mo Chen alone, but she didn't expect that he would choose this way.

The tent has caught such a big fire, and no one has come in to explore. Does it mean that something has happened to the soldiers outside?

Qiao Yanran thought of here, eyebrow frown up, Ma Liu put on shoes and socks, toward the flower Mo dust walked in the past.

"Plop -"

Hua Mo Chen fell directly on the ground.

Qiao Yanran:

She hurried over, explored his breath, found that there was still breath, and took his pulse.