HLnovel Chapter 133 Manslaughter
Chapter 133 Manslaughter
"Your Majesty, there seems to be a fight ahead. Do we need to turn back?" asked the secret guard driving in front.
A cold voice came from the carriage: "No need, speed up, I want to see who dares to kidnap Wen Chu!"
"Yes!"
The secret guard whipped the horse's back with a whip, and the horse neighed loudly, pulling the carriage quickly forward.
When Mo Ling lifted the curtain of the carriage, he immediately saw a familiar face in the crowd ahead. It was the same face that had bewitched people at the palace banquet three years ago.
"Stop it, everyone!"
Mo Ling shouted angrily, and everyone who was fighting stopped for a moment at the same time.
Feng Jiuqing glanced at Canglang and Yuebai and said, "Take Wenchu and go first!"
Yuebai looked back disapprovingly: "Master!"
Feng Jiuqing said in a deep voice: "This is an order! I will be fine!"
"Yes!."
Canglang and Yuebai took Wen Chu and quickly disappeared into the dense forest. Seeing that something was wrong, the other group of men in black also withdrew directly, leaving Qianlongwei and Feng Jiuqing, whose sword was stained with blood, to confront each other.
Mo Ling jumped off the carriage and walked up to Feng Jiuqing step by step, with joy and anger in his eyes.
"Why did Qingqing take Wen Chu away?"
There was no emotion in Feng Jiuqing's beautiful peach blossom eyes: "Your people can't protect him."
"Did the Grand Master ask you to come?"
Mo Ling stopped in front of Feng Jiuqing and stretched out his hand as if wanting to touch Feng Jiuqing's face.
Feng Jiuqing took a few steps back, avoiding Mo Ling's hand: "So what?"
Mo Ling stared at his empty hand and suddenly laughed, "I didn't know that Qingqing was the Grand Tutor's confidant and could lead the Grand Tutor's men to kidnap Wen Chu."
Feng Jiuqing: ...There are still many things you don’t know, but I don’t want to tell you.
"Someone came here to assassinate Wen Chu, and I was only ordered to rescue Wen Chu, that's all. If I had come a step later, I'm afraid Wen Chu would have been killed by now. Your Majesty, instead of questioning Ming Qing here, you might as well go back and clean up the traitors among your men."
"The mole?"
Mo Ling sneered and said, "Aren't you the spy that the Grand Master placed beside me?"
Feng Jiuqing looked at Mo Ling with a complicated expression: "No!"
"At this point, you are still lying to me?"
Sadness flashed across Mo Ling's face, and his eyes were full of pain.
Feng Jiuqing sighed: "It's not that I lied to Your Majesty, it's that Your Majesty refused to believe me."
Mo Ling approached Feng Jiuqing step by step: "I want to believe you too. But are you worthy of my trust? Let me ask you, are you the one who seriously injured Yi Ran?"
Feng Jiuqing stepped back: "Yes, but Your Majesty, don't you want to know why Mingqing hurt Yan Yiran?"
Mo Ling's eyes were slightly red, and his voice was filled with anger: "I don't want to know! Injured is injured, even if you have a thousand reasons, you shouldn't have injured Yiran so badly!"
Feng Jiuqing's pupils shrank slightly: "Even if Yan Yiran betrayed His Majesty, I can't hurt him?"
"betray?"
Mo Ling sneered: "Who betrayed me, Yiran or you? Do you think I don't know?"
Feng Jiuqing couldn't believe it. Did Mo Ling trust Yan Yiran so much? Why didn't Mo Ling believe anything he said? Sooner or later, Mo Ling would be stabbed in the back by Yan Yiran, what a fool!
"Am I really not worthy of your trust, Mo Ling? Why would you rather trust Yan Yiran, who betrayed you, than trust me at all?"
Feng Jiuqing bumped into a tree. Mo Ling wrapped his arms around him and trapped him. He looked down at Feng Jiuqing from above: "Yiran has been with me for more than 20 years and has never done anything to let me down. How can I not trust him? But what about you? Mingqing, how many times have you lied to me in these few short months? Can you count them?"
"You deceived me, poisoned me, killed someone and escaped from the palace, and severely injured someone. How can I trust you?"
Feng Jiuqing raised his head and was about to say something when his pupils suddenly contracted. He knocked Mo Ling back with a palm and tilted his head slightly.
Mo Ling covered his shoulder, bloodshot gradually appeared in his eyes, and the pain that exploded from his heart made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"You hurt me?"
Feng Jiuqing looked at the tree behind Mo Ling. He had no time to pay attention to Mo Ling. He used his legs to fly forward using the trunk of the tree.
"Mingqing, the Grand Master has ordered that Mo Ling be killed!"
The voice that came from nowhere reached the ears of everyone present. Mo Ling stared at Feng Jiuqing, his eyes filled with disappointment and overwhelming anger.
Feng Jiuqing suddenly stopped on the treetop, turned his head and looked at Mo Ling, narrowing his eyes slightly with a fierce look. The next second he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and threw it at Mo Ling.
The rage in Mo Ling's eyes seemed to burn out and burn the entire dense forest to ashes. He suddenly took a step back, and the dagger cut off the strands of hair on the side of Mo Ling, flew out along his ear, and completely sank into the tree behind Mo Ling.
Mo Ling only felt that something in his brain shattered instantly when the dagger pierced into the tree.
However, at the order of the Grand Tutor, Ming Qing actually wanted to kill him!
Fortunately, he was kind to Ming Qing. Even when he ordered a search for him, he would specifically ask those people not to harm him. But Ming Qing actually wanted him dead!
He really shouldn't be soft-hearted towards Ming Qing!
After Feng Jiuqing threw out the dagger, he continued to fly forward without stopping, and finally found the guy who placed the hidden weapon on the top of a dense tree near the river!
He actually used a very thin embroidery needle as a hidden weapon. If his martial arts skills had not been good enough to detect the slight fluctuations in the air, Mo Ling would have been pierced into a sieve by this guy.
Why is a grown man using an embroidery needle? Is he trying to cosplay as Dongfang Bubai?
Feng Jiuqing saw Mo Ling drawing the bow from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. It seemed that Mo Ling had also discovered this Xiuhua Bubai hiding in the tree? In fact, Mo Ling didn't need to take action. He could deal with this guy with a hidden weapon behind his back by himself.
The next moment, Feng Jiuqing appeared in front of the man like a ghost, clasping one hand on the man's neck and pulling him up. The man held an embroidery needle in his other hand and was about to stab Feng Jiuqing's neck, but Feng Jiuqing raised a finger and prevented the man's hand from moving forward even a little bit.
At the same time, a sound of breaking air was heard.
The man suddenly withdrew his hand, flicked his sleeves, and put his five fingers together. There were sharp needles in the gaps between his fingers, and he was about to throw them out.
Feng Jiuqing's eyes flashed. The direction this person was looking was Yan'er!
He instantly struck the man's wrist and tore off his arm before he could react.
Feng Jiuqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the needle was not thrown out and Yan'er was not injured.
"Pfft!"
In this split second, a feather arrow with a sharp cold light pierced into Feng Jiuqing's back, and the bright red arrowhead pierced through his chest.
Feng Jiuqing stared blankly at the arrow in front of his chest. For a moment he felt nothing. He only felt as if someone was beating gongs and drums next to his ears, which gave him a headache.
The man took the opportunity to break free from Feng Jiuqing's hand. Although Feng Jiuqing's pupils were not focused, he instinctively sensed the murderous aura coming from the front and his fingers tightened instantly.
"Click."
With the sound of bones breaking, a man in black fell from the treetop into the river.
Feng Jiuqing slowly turned around and tilted his head to look at Mo Ling, his eyes still unfocused.
"why?"