My princess is the national flower

Taking advantage of the surprise of the people in the room, Yang Qianhao ran to the backyard several times, jumped out of the wall in an instant, and escaped without a trace.By the time the people in the mansion ran out, they would have been nowhere to be found.

"I didn't expect to be discovered." Yu Mujin sighed.

"It would have been discovered, but only that one person is more threatening, and the others are nothing to worry about." Yang Qianhao obviously considered the consequences long ago, and he lifted the tiles earlier because he saw Yu Mujin's enthusiasm, so he decided to Go with the flow.I don't know since when, Prince Hao has mastered the skill of how to pamper the national flower, as long as he is willing, he will pamper him infinitely, even if it is to startle the snake.

Yu Muqin is so smart, she quickly figured out the other party's intentions, wanted to be angry but felt embarrassed, after all, it was because of herself that she made a fool of herself, and there was no harm in doing so.Hongcheng is too weird, and they don't have many clues. What exactly is the red land must be figured out.

If you can draw a line tonight, follow this line, and find out the reason for the formation of the red land, everyone will be happy.And Yu Mujin also has one of the biggest gains, the paper ball hidden by the old man.

Back in the inn, and lighting the oil lamp, Yu Mujin didn't rush to unfold the paper ball, but looked at the flowerpot first.The little chick is very small, although he is bathed in warm water and buried in a flower pot, but just in case, it is better to take a look.The flower pot came over, and under the light of the oil lamp, the chick's furry head was outside the light golden soil, and the bright yellow mouth was slightly opened, panting.

"Fever?" Yu Mujin hurriedly stretched out his hand to dig the soil away, and dug out the little chicken.

The fur on his body was carefully wiped dry by Yu Mujin, but now it seems to be lifted out of the water, and the round body can feel the scalding heat in the palm of his hand.The little wings lifted up and waved, the short legs kicked, and the whole chicken suddenly turned over and continued to sleep, almost snotty.

...It turned out that the little chick was not feverish, but was covered in the soil and was covered in sweat.

Return the little chick to the flower pot, the whole chicken is shaking, the lower short legs are hidden under the belly, and it is lumped up like a ball.When Yu Mujin turned to study the ball of paper, the big caterpillar wriggled secretly and slowly hid under the belly of the little chicken.

Finally, I can sleep soundly. I was in close contact with the chicken's bright yellow mouth before, and the whole worm was a bit uncomfortable. I was afraid that the chicken would eat itself in a dream.Of course, with the extremely simple mind of the big caterpillar, it is absolutely impossible to think of sleeping separately from the little chicken.

Slowly unfolding the ball of paper, Yu Mujin put it next to the candlelight for a closer look, and then decisively handed it to Yang Qianhao.The latter also studied it carefully for a while, Yu Mujin asked: "Did you see anything?"

"Is this a map?" Yang Qianhao's tone was a little uncertain.

Yu Mujin asked in amazement: "How do you see it?" After the paper ball was unfolded, ink was splashed on it, it was completely pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

The slender fingers hold the flattened paper, and the nails are particularly conspicuous under the light of the candle. Unlike other people's square or flat nails, Yang Qianhao's fingers are not only slender, but also vertically long. Five fingers The hair has a beautiful crescent white, which Yu Mujin had seen during the day.His gaze shifted with the pretty fingers, and turned under his eyelids, revealing the back of the ball of paper, "There are traces." I don't know why, but Yang Qianhao's voice is particularly sexy tonight.

"Ahem." Yu Mujin forced herself to regain consciousness, but after looking at the ball of paper, she found some twists and turns on the back, "This is not left by a brush, it should be charcoal. There is no inkstone in the old man's house, so it is not easy to get it to the ink, or . . . this is not ink."

The two looked at each other, both a little excited.Whether it's bloodstains or heavy red, once it becomes rich, or if it takes too long, it will turn black.The candle was not bright, and Yu Mujin felt that the ink she saw was not pure black.

In order to prove the idea in my heart, first find out the paper and copy the traces on the back of the paper ball, then cut off a little corner of the paper ball, put it in a teacup, and pour boiled water.

The water turned red, exactly like Chickie's bath water.However, the water looked redder, with a hint of blood, and it smelled tasteless, but it looked oozing.

"Tomorrow, find a way to get the layout map of Hongcheng." Yu Mujin lowered his voice, "Comparing it, the line can always be found. It seems that the old man really knows something, and he is contrary to the opinion of his children and grandchildren." And that mansion The young people in the mansion, who don't know their identities, now have Santiao accepting their fate, looking at the appearance of the Hongcheng people in the mansion, it seems that they have long been familiar with it.

So, who is Hongcheng ruled by? The county magistrate, or the horse-faced man's organization, or the young man in the mansion who caught a glimpse.Who is the person in charge, and what roles did other people play in it? Do all the people in Hongcheng agree, or only some of them.No, the last question can already be answered, at least the old man's opinion is at odds with others.

As if knowing what Yu Mujin was thinking, Yang Qianhao hugged him in his arms and stood up and walked towards the bed, saying in a low voice, "I can get the layout plan tomorrow, don't think too much about it."

The old man can almost be said to have disappeared under his own nose, Yu Mujin sighed, there is no medicine for regret in the world, and he can only do his best to do what he is doing now.A big warm hand slid from the waist to the buttocks, the clothes on the body were also lifted, and the big hand slid in, Yu Mujin immediately couldn't control her own branch, and stood up quietly.

Sitting on the opponent's body, Yu Mujin suddenly laughed, because he found that Yang Qianhao's branches were standing up faster, and he was staring at his buttocks, feeling menacing, as if he was going to fight for eight hundred rounds.I need something inside the branch, and after a period of adaptation, Yu Mujin found that this flower is still very resilient, so she took the initiative to hold the branch of the other party and got it in.

After one round, Yu Mujin took a deep breath, tried to relax as much as possible, and then sat down slowly, reaching a point where people couldn't stop, and couldn't help screaming anymore.That kind of feeling has never been felt before, and Yu Mujin feels better than the feeling of her own Lu Zhizhi.

Then, there is no more, Yang Qianhao has surrendered, and the branches are slowly softening.Feeling that Yu Mujin was going to move, Yang Qianhao immediately stretched out his hand to hug his thin waist, and said hoarsely: "Don't, do it again..."

The feeling just now was very good, Yu Mujin took a breath and agreed.

So it wasn't until dawn that Yu Muqin fainted once, woke up, and fainted again, Yang Qianhao finally vented out, helped the two of them tidy up their clothes, and covered them with quilts to sleep.Yu Mujin's body is different from normal people, even if she sweats, it evaporates quickly, her skin is still white and smooth, and the things in her buttocks cannot be cleaned and wasted, they must be kept inside, so every time the two of them are done, they will sleep.

But this time the second time was a bit ruthless, Yu Mujin was weak all over, but warm inside her body, and when the sun rose, she unconsciously turned into a flower and returned to the flower pot.Yang Qianhao was refreshed, puffed out his chest, and felt particularly high-spirited. After reminiscing about the battle last night, the branches showed faint signs of lifting, so he hurried out to find Xiaoer and asked for a secluded place to take a cold shower.

Poplar lay at the window to bask in the sun with Yu Hibiscus, and the little chick was fully alive after resting last night, kicking the big caterpillar with its claws, making sure that the whole worm can enjoy the sunshine.

The inn kitchen made tofu nao, and Yang Qianhao specially ordered a pot, and asked the waiter to bring it back to the room.The waiter or shopkeeper in the inn is only responsible for their food and accommodation, and it is basically impossible to ask questions.Thinking about it, if he casually revealed the situation in Hongcheng, he would definitely not be able to open the inn safely. Yu Mujin knew this, so he didn't embarrass them.

After dinner, Yang Qianhao went out to look for the layout map of Hongcheng. If he couldn't find it, he could draw it by himself with his hand and memory.

Yu Mujin's whole body was sore and limp, and she continued to stay in the flower pot to bask in the sun.When it was in human form, its body was sore and weak, and after it turned into a flower, it didn't like to stand up. It happened that the little chicken was lying next to it, and Yu Mujin leaned on it.The warm fur is so comfortable, Yu Mujin thought in a daze.

The muddy water washed off the chicks yesterday was poured into the backyard of the inn, and the red water seeped into the soil quickly, but Yu Mujin didn't care.And often the details will become the key to breaking through the problem. When Yang Qianhao came back, he happened to see that place, frowned, and went upstairs quickly.

The county government did not find a complete layout map, so Yang Qianhao simply used light skills to check the places he had never been to, and then came back to draw the layout map based on his recent memory.As for the problem found in the backyard of the inn, he told Yu Mujin when he came back, "There are many weeds growing in that area, which are already as high as the calf."

"Really?" Yu Mujin straightened up, eyes sparkling and said, "Poplar tree, go down and pull some weeds, and tell the inn staff that you planted those weeds on purpose, don't let them pull them out."

"Understood, Dad." The child agreed, and ran downstairs.

Yu Mujin didn't wait long, Yang Shu grabbed a handful of grass and handed it to him, "Father, look."

Looking suspiciously at Yang Qianhao, Yu Mujin was very puzzled. What I just mentioned should be fresh, strong weeds that reach the knees, not yellow, wilted, rotten grass that has begun to rot.

Reaching out to take the rotten grass and looking at it, Yang Qianhao turned and walked towards the door, "I'll go out and have a look." When he came back, he noticed that the roots of the weeds were a little yellow. It just turned yellow.