The horse ran forward with him fast.

Hearing Ning Chi's words, the little general who was holding the hairpin wanted to die, held his hand again and again, and finally released his hand.

The black-clothed assassin who was chasing Ning Chi saw him riding farther and farther on his horse, and he could no longer catch up. The leader finally retreated and sought second place, tied Ye Chuijin and quickly evacuated from the paddock.

On the other side, after Ning Chi returned to the station, he saw that Prince Jing had already mobilized the forbidden army, and it seemed that he wanted to go into the forest to **** him.

Seeing Ning Chi coming out at this time, a trace of disappointment flashed across his face, and then immediately greeted him pretendingly.

"Brother Emperor, are you okay?"

Ning Chi's body was stained with blood, and those who had enemies also had their own.

He pulled the Prince Jing away, his face gloomy, like an angry snake.

Ning Chi squatted and said in his ear with a cold voice like a poison, "You better have nothing to do with this matter!"

Prince Jing was startled, but before he could react, he was pushed to the ground with a palm of his hand.

"Come here! Take Prince Jing down and take care of it!"

Prince Jing looked at Ning Chi incredulously.

What happened to him? Such imprisoning a prince for no reason is not his rather late style.

How could he, who had always had a deep heart, do such a thing that corrupted his image?

Regardless of what he thought, Ning Chi still showed no signs of calming down after Prince Jing was imprisoned.

"Wang Dezhi!"

Wang Dezhi immediately knelt down and listened to the order: "The slave is here."

"Pass the order! Mingshan martial law! Search for me! Don't let go of a leaf! Get Concubine Wen back!" He slapped the fence beside him with a vicious palm: "I want to see people in life, and die..."

He breathed for a while, his face bursting with blue veins, his fingers firmly grasped the fence, and he almost grabbed the sunken palm prints on the fence.

"Death to see the corpse!"

Soon, soldiers mobilized from nearby towns surrounded the entire Mingshan and began to search every inch of Mingshan.

The person in charge of this autumn hunt was the brother-in-law of Princess Duan. Before Ning Chi gave an order, this person had committed suicide in fear of crime.

In just two days, the entire Mingshan was turned over, but nothing was found.

Ning Chi's face became ugly day by day, and Wang Dezhi didn't dare to persuade him.

Only Ning Chi knew that he was not only mad at others, but also at himself.

If she hadn't removed the martial arts from her back then, how could she be in such a predicament now?

For the first time, Ning Chi had some regret...and fear in his heart.

If she really died...

Ning Chi closed his eyes, his fingers trembling slightly.

Since when did that person become so important in his heart?

Was it when she lay down under her obediently, or when she was swaying her yarn and disappearing from him like Fairy Lingbo that day?

Or earlier, when I first met her at the border?

At that time, she was wearing a silver helmet, with long silky black hair draped over the silver armor, and she was carrying a majestic spear that was extremely disproportionate to her, which made her even thinner.

She looked at frivolously and slackly, with condescending, slightly closed eyes, a pink-white lips from the corners of her mouth, and a pair of domineering eyebrows that seemed to be raised in the temple, arrogant. How arrogant.

Ning Chi opened his eyes, and his pupils contained blackness that could destroy everything.

At this moment, Wang Dezhi hurriedly walked in.

"The emperor! The envoy of the country is here!"

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