The last assassin was King Huai'an. In order to avoid making a noise to wake Luo Ci or scare her, he held the assassin's collar to prevent the assassin from falling to the ground.

As early as when the assassin came to her, Luo Ci had prepared her hairpin and was about to stab her, but she closed her eyes when she heard the movement at the door, she knew it was her father.

She turned her head to the side, only a little moonlight illuminating the room through the window, she silently watched the back of King Huai'an leaving, until the door was closed a little bit.

After a long while, she heard a very light tap on her chest, as if someone was relieved.

It was her personal maid, Ming Cui.

He was obviously too scared, but he tried to make a move in this situation to attract the attention of the next room.

Once found, it may be a sword to seal the throat.

Luo Ci slowly closed her eyes, not ready to let them know that she was awake.

...

When they continued on the road the next day, no one had made this incident in advance. Everyone had breakfast at the inn as if nothing had happened. Only Mingcui's face was a little ugly, and it should be because he didn't rest well last night.

Also, this is the first time she has encountered such a thing, and she has passed by death, and knowing that the three assassins died on the spot, how could she still sleep in the middle of the night.

When it was time to get on the carriage, Luo Ci walked to Mingcui's carriage and handed her a box of cooling ointment, "Sister Mingcui, this is for you."

Mingcui quickly shied away, but she couldn't attract the little princess who would be soft and coquettish now, so she had to accept it.

When Luo Ci walked to her carriage, Prince Huai'an looked at her softly, he didn't say anything, he picked her up in both hands and carried her into the carriage.

After the carriage started to drive, King Huai'an suddenly asked, "How did Xiaoci rest last night?"

Luo Ci replied without hesitation, "Sleep well!"

The corners of his lips curved, "That's good."

The reason for not leaving alive is very simple, it is nothing more than those few forces who want to exchange his daughter for the army in his hand, including the current saint.

Even if asked, it may not be the only force that has this idea.

Another carriage.

Mingcui was a little worried with this box of ointment in her hand. The confidant in the carriage said, "Put it on the temple to relax the mind and relieve fatigue."

Mingcui thanked him, dipped it with her index finger, and slowly rubbed it on her temples. The inside of the carriage exuded a cool medicinal fragrance, which was refreshing and pleasant, and the effect was immediate.

There was a warm current in her heart, and she carefully put away the ointment.

The confidant chased the blade and pointed, "Are you sober yesterday?"

Mingcui reluctantly responded, she didn't want to recall the scene of last night, and she still had lingering fears.

Chasing the blade did not go further.

They were not close, keeping a proper distance.

After more than half an hour, the chaser heard her breathing that was flattening, and when he turned his head to look over, he found that she had fallen asleep.

He stared at it for a while, and even when the carriage bumped, he subconsciously protected her to prevent her from being awakened by the sudden bump.

The ointment given by the little princess can soothe people's mind. She didn't rest well in the middle of the night, and she was very sleepy after applying it.

Just now, he actually wanted to say that she didn't need to make a noise on purpose, they could detect the arrival of the assassin.

But nothing was said.

*

There is no danger on the next road, those people are no longer ready to attack, or in other words, they are ready to attack when they return home.

On the third day, I arrived at Lingwu Villa at noon.

If there is no acquaintance to lead, basically no one can enter Lingwu Villa. Because it is on the mountain, the weather is relatively cool in summer.

There were people waiting at the gate of the villa. When they saw King Huai'an, they first greeted him respectfully, and then led King Huai'an and Luo Ci to the hall to see the villa owner. As for the confidant and Mingcui, they brought their luggage and were brought by the villa guards to prepare. luggage room.

Mountain Hall.

Villa Master Chu was waiting in the hall. He looked a little older than King Huai'an. His facial features were sharper and tougher, and he looked a little serious. After seeing King Huai'an and Luo Ci, he smiled, "You finally I am willing to come here."

Although it was a joke, it contained concerns about King Huai'an.

He looked at Luo Ci again, and his voice was filled with emotion, "Cici has grown so big."

King Huai'an just smiled faintly, looked down at Luo Ci, his eyebrows were soft, he rubbed her hair, and his voice was gentle, "I always couldn't find time before, this time I have time to bring Xiao Ci here to escape the summer heat, I hope my brother doesn't want it. Suspect me for being harassing."

Before Chu Zhuangzhu could speak, another graceful woman walked into the hall, followed by a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy. The boy had a reluctance on his face, but he had to bow his head due to evil forces.

"I might be annoyed by my younger brother staying for a long time, but I don't want her to leave Cici."

After that, Madam Chu pulled the boy with one hand, walked to Luo Ci, squatted down slightly and said softly, "Does Ci Ci still recognize me?"

Luo Ci blinked and said softly, "Hello, Auntie."

Mrs. Chu was a little happy in her heart, her eyes were filled with pity, she stood up and brought the boy closer to her, "This is my aunt's son. I'll ask my brother to show you around the villa, okay?"

After speaking, he turned his head and told the young man, "Take good care of your sister and don't bully her, otherwise I'll see how my mother will deal with you."

His tone was more than one degree serious, and his temper was a bit hot.

The young man glanced at Madam Chu lightly, and his slightly immature voice was calm, "I see."

Although he was still twelve years old, his eyes began to hide a little sharpness, and the shape of his eyes was slender, without the roundness of a child's eyes.

He inherited all the advantages of his parents, but the facial features are softer, and more can be described as beautiful.

His dark and beautiful pupils looked at Luo Ci, her small figure was reflected in his pupils, and his consciousness was a little dazed.

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and Chu Zhi didn't want to meet such a pair of glazed eyes anymore. He turned his head as if dodging something, and held her hand, "I'll show you around."

The young man's voice was mixed with a bit of unaware rush.

Luo Ci and her father waved their hands and left with Chu Zhi.

When they left, Madam Chu couldn't help but said, "Little Junior Brother, I think there is still some drama."

King Huai'an looked at the back of his daughter being led away by the boy, with a calm and gentle face, and said in a low voice, "As long as Xiaoci likes it, I will not object."

"Then I have to think about how to get my son to turn over the porcelain. Actually, my son is good-looking and has high martial arts skills.

Big promotion son scene.

King Huai'an chuckled, "Senior sister has to say this in front of Xiaoci."