C189 Finally out …

The Raging Flames were in her space, so she could only let Beiming Han take the Fly. This landing plane had no protection, so she really didn't feel safe.

It was because they were on a mountain road. They didn't look for a small village to stay in for the night until nightfall!

The next day, they rode on an ox cart from the village to the nearby counties. The two of them rented a Carriage and continued to head south. Yun Daimeng said, "If we just hang around like this, when we get to Nan Tong, the yellow flower would probably turn cold."

Beiming Han smiled and pinched her nose, "Things have already been resolved, so there's no need to hurry. This King will accompany you to have a look at the scenery on the way, it's enough for me to feel relaxed!" It was winter, and the moon was in the middle of winter. What was there to look at?

Yun Daimeng: "Is Nan Tong very far away from Darknorth?"

Beiming Han: "Not too far, just a month's journey."

Yun Daimeng: "You said that the Emperor of Nan Gong Country wants to kill the Fourth Prince. Is that true?"

Beiming Han: "Didn't you already have the answer?" Well, she still couldn't believe that a father would do something to his son.

Yun Daimeng: "Then you said that the person who had secretly interacted with the Prime Minister was the Fourth Prince? That pervert Red is following him. "

Beiming Han: "I'm not sure yet, I will understand when we get to Nan Tong." Yun Daimeng exclaimed, then laughed: I'm afraid that once we reach Nan Tong, that place will already be a mess. This Fourth Prince doesn't seem to have any brains, but once it turns black, who knows if it will do something like murdering its father.

Beiming Han, "This Fourth Prince is truly pitiful. His birth mother was a palace maid, and after being favored by the Emperor, she became pregnant, and after a few setbacks, she was finally able to give birth to the Fourth Prince. It was only that palace maid who was a little brainy, and raised the Fourth Prince as a man. Just because he was in the way of his other son, he was going to kill him?

That Nan Gong Emperor doesn't sound like a good person either!

Beiming Han: "This is not uncommon in the royal family." Didn't Beiming's former brother want to kill him and the Royal Brother just for that man? If not for his mother, how could he and the Royal Brother have survived until now?

If they didn't kill their father, how could they survive?

The reason for killing was to survive! There was no other way ~

Yun Daimeng sighed: "To put it bluntly, this is something that the daughter-in-law has stirred up, if it was only one daughter-in-law, would the Child that was born would still kill each other?"

Beiming Han: "That's why I married a daughter-in-law."

Yun Daimeng: "But you still have a secondary wife!" The problem with flipping through old debts was not good. He had to change it!

Beiming Han said, "Then, wasn't it sent by this king to the guest courtyard? Besides, This King only married her for a purpose! "

When Beiming Han married Yun Daimeng, it was also for a reason. It was just that later on, she used his impressive scheme to subdue this man, otherwise, he might have ended up like Xiao Mei Er and stayed in a different house.

This time, Yun Daimeng and the rest did not meet any more Nan Tong killers, the group of killers appeared very suddenly, now that they thought about it, could they be the killers from Fourth Prince? And she just happened to run into Beiming Han?

But why did he want to kill Beiming Han? She couldn't figure it out!

framing Fourth Prince?

It shouldn't be ~ ~ Could it be that the person secretly contacting the Cloud Prime Minister wasn't the Fourth Prince but someone else?

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. He didn't want to think too much about it.

They decided not to walk along the bumpy mountain road, but to walk directly on the official road, not worrying about other assassins coming to kill them. It was partly because the Carriage was too old and worn-out, so even if the killers passed by, as long as they did not show themselves, they would not lock their eyes on them!

The second reason was that both of them had made up. Unless their eyes were extremely sharp, how could they see that something was amiss?

After walking and stopping on the road for five days, Beiming Han told the coachman to return, and he brought Yun Daimeng to meet her good friend, Yun Daimeng was solemn, did Beiming Han have any other friends in the martial arts world? The two of them walked up the mountain hand in hand …

When Yun Daimeng saw the building on the mountainside, she was dumbstruck. This was the work of the devil, the devil!

With such a grand courtyard built on top of a mountain, it would require a lot of manpower and resources.

The two of them arrived at the gate. The guard was dressed like a man from the martial arts world. After seeing Beiming Han, he respectfully greeted, "Greetings, King Beiming." Then, he opened the door and let them in. Eh? It seemed that Beiming Han was very familiar with the owner of this courtyard.

He didn't even need to notify them, he just directly let them in …

Once they entered the courtyard, Yun Daimeng finally understood what it meant to have a special domain, to have elegance, and to have a fresh air about him. Bamboo was the most prized symbol of men in ancient times. This place was filled with bamboo, and even in winter, it was still green and lush.

Other than the fact that the outside walls were made of stone, everything inside was made of bamboo and wood. It was very high-end, high-class, low-key, luxurious, and had its own connotations! If he came here in the summer, it would be best if he could take shelter during the summer. He would be built on a mountain and surrounded by trees!

Don't mention how cozy and comfortable it was! This was the life she longed for the most ~

Before they even met, Yun Daimeng was already very curious about the owner of the house.

"Prince, our Young Master is here to invite you."

Eh? Young Lord? The title was very high, it should have a certain position in the martial arts world!

Attendant brought Beiming Han and Yun Daimeng to the front of a building. Before they even went in, they could smell the strong smell of medicine.

Yun Daimeng: "What a strong smell!"

Attendant: "Young Master's health has not been good since he was young, so he has been taking medicine all year round.

Eh? It was previously the Pingyang Princess who almost died because of a little poison. Beiming Han was poisoned by the fire poison since he was young, and today this young master who had yet to meet with him is also in a bad condition.

Thinking back to the modern era, there were meat essences, ripening agents, pesticides and the like everywhere. It could be said that humans had been raised by a pile of poison and were still alive and kicking … If this ancient people were to return to the modern era, they would definitely be poisoned to death in less than three days!

"Cough, cough ~"

Hearing the cough, Yun Daimeng raised her head and saw a white-clothed youth sitting by the window on the second floor. He was calm and natural, refined and refined, with a temperament like an orchid.

"You're here?"

You're here? Yun Daimeng could guarantee that this young man was not talking to him, but to Beiming Han. Please ignore her ridiculous thoughts. It's just that the temperament of these two people were completely opposite ~

Seeing her like this, Beiming Han didn't need to guess to know that she was imagining things again. He could clearly remember those dirty thoughts in her head. It seemed that after not being able to 'clean' her for a while, her skin was itchy!

Beiming Han couldn't help but hit her on the forehead and said, "What are you thinking? "Let's go in."

Yun Daimeng was pushed in by Beiming Han …

Why did the items inside all look so priceless?

When the two of them went upstairs, the young man had already put down the book in his hands, and laughed: "You said long ago that you wanted to come see me, and even after waiting for half a month, you still haven't come. There was a heavy tone of complaint in his voice!