Feng Baizhi had to get up from the ground, and led a group of people down the secret room, there were nine bends and eighteen bends in the secret room, Mo Jinlan followed behind him with Xiu'er, looking at the various forked paths inside, and every time he chose a path, he asked the guards to make a mark at the fork.

Secretly glad that Feng Baizhi had also been brought down, otherwise, even if the guards of the Feng family figured out where the entrance to the secret passage was, it would be difficult to walk down the mountain quickly and quickly.

Half an hour later, a few people arrived at the foot of the mountain, and the people of the Feng family sent a signal flare into the night sky, and the group quickly left Tian'en Temple.

By the time the guards of the Feng family knew that Feng Baizhi had been arrested, they had no intention of fighting and chased him out, Mo Jinlan had already taken Feng Baizhi onto the ship......

When you come, you take the land route, and when you leave, you take the water route.

Mo Jinlan stood at the bow of the boat with Xiu'er in her arms, watching the stars twinkling in the sky, thinking about the scenes in the past, and the taste was inexplicable.

When she goes, she is really betraying the Mo family, and she will never come back.

With a "poof", something rolled into the water.

Mo Jinlan leaned over and looked down, only to see the raging river, turned his head and asked the guards who chased him: "What's the matter?" ”

"Feng Baizhu jumped down." The guard held the long whip in his hand with both hands: "He lost so much blood that we thought he had fainted, and we were going to loosen the rope that bound him and tie him with a rope instead."

Who knew that we had just loosened the rope when he jumped up from the splint and into the river. ”

"Jump, jump." Mo Jinlan took back the clean long whip that had been wiped, tied it around his waist, and walked to the cabin with Xiu'er in his arms: "The water is turbulent, and we are far from the shore, and he has suffered a gunshot wound.

If he drowns, he drowns, and if he can live, he should not die, look at his creation. ”

When Xiu'er woke up, it was already dark, he looked around, but he didn't see Mo Lingwei, and there was an anxious and frightened look on his face, and he wrapped his small body tightly in the futon.

Mo Jinlan came in with the food, smiled very gently, rare patience, learned from Mo Lingwei's usual appearance of coaxing Xiu'er, and said softly: "Xiu'er is awake?"

Your eldest aunt has something to do, and your little aunt plays with you and takes care of you, okay? ”

Xiu'er ignored her.

Mo Jinlan coaxed for a long time, and saw that Xiu'er just refused to take care of herself, and was afraid that Xiu'er would be hungry, so she had to put the food and water on the little Zhuozi in front of him: "Is Xiu'er hungry?" Is it okay to eat by yourself when you're hungry?

The little aunt still has something to do, go out first, in this room, except for the little aunt and Xiu'er, no one can come in, Xiu'er don't be afraid. ”

Mo Jinlan saw Xiu'er covered her head, so she had to stand up and go out.

After half a sound was heard, Xiu'er's little head came out of the futon, and seeing that there was no one left, she crawled to the small table, grabbed the spoon, quickly took a few mouthfuls of food and drank a few sips of water, and retracted back to the innermost part of the bed to hide......

Mo Jinlan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xiu'er eating something through the gap in the window.

It's good to be willing to eat, and before returning to the Feng family, the little guy will at least not starve to death.

......

When Mo Lingwei woke up, a sound of shouting and killing outside the wing room came into her eardrums.

"Xiu'er." She touched the position next to her and felt the residual heat in the bedding, but the child was nowhere to be seen.

Mo Lingwei sat up from the bed in fright.

The envelope in her hand fell to the ground along the edge of the bed, and she didn't have time to take care of it, so she lifted the futon, searched and searched, searched and searched, but she didn't see Xiu'er's figure.

"Xiu'er, where have you been?" Mo Lingwei's voice had a crying tone in it.

There was a slight knock at the door, "Young lady, are you awake?" The little master of Xiu'er was taken away by Miss Mo, you can see it when you open the letter and look at it......"