After the divorce, I wanted to give up, but the Prime Minister took me into his arms in the street

As she was speaking, a cool breeze blew by, and Ling Mohui couldn't help but shiver, followed by a loud sneeze.

"The night wind in the north is biting. You will catch a cold if you wear so little."

Fu Yansheng was quick to pick up the blanket that had fallen and gently wrapped Ling Mohui's trembling body.

Ling Mohui raised her lips slightly with a hint of sarcasm: "I have to thank you for asking the people in Pingnan Palace to prepare such a light outfit for me."

"Hey, everything I do is just to make you smile."

Fu Yansheng smiled bitterly, and just as he finished speaking, he couldn't help but sneeze a few times.

Seeing this, Fu Yansheng gently embraced Ling Mohui's waist, slowly pressed her to sit on the bed, lowered his voice, and asked with a hint of joking: "Do you need me to warm you up?"

As he spoke, a warm breath came over her face, mixed with Fu Yansheng's unique warmth, causing Ling Mohui's heartbeat to speed up.

However, before Ling Mohui could react, a loud "bang" suddenly came from outside the tent, interrupting the intimate contact between the two.

"Who is it?" Fu Yansheng jumped up swiftly. They both turned their heads at the same time and saw Ling Zhiyun holding a lantern, standing beside the opened door curtain with a look of astonishment on her face. Under her feet was a candle that had accidentally fallen over, with wax dripping everywhere.

"Yes... I'm sorry. I just saw that my brother-in-law didn't turn on the lights here, so I wanted to come in to add some light, but I didn't expect..." Ling

Zhiyun seemed at a loss, with a hint of loss and embarrassment in her eyes.

Ling Mohui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was grateful that Ling Zhiyun showed up in time, allowing her to avoid further embarrassment with Fu Yansheng.

"Fu Yansheng! I have something extremely urgent to do. I must see King Pingnan immediately!"

Ling Mohui's expression was serious and she explained her purpose eagerly.

Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng thought to himself that it turned out that she had traveled thousands of miles just for this matter.

"You three set out together, encountered desert bandits along the way, and got separated from the prince and Fangfang?"

Fu Yansheng quickly understood the situation and without hesitation, he immediately arranged for someone to go and notify King Pingnan.

As he turned around, Fu Yansheng's eyes inadvertently swept across Ling Mohui's heavily made-up face. Under the dim light of the lantern, the exaggerated makeup looked particularly abrupt, causing Fu Yansheng to frown.

"What's wrong with your makeup? Go wash it off!"

Fu Yansheng almost blurted it out, with a hint of blame in his words.

The light in the tent was dim. Fu Yansheng couldn't help but frowned as he hadn't noticed it before. But now under the bright candlelight, the heavy makeup could not be ignored.

Ling Mohui pretended to be confused, raised her eyebrows, and said playfully: "Why, I think it's quite beautiful!"

She laughed secretly in her heart, wondering if Fu Yansheng could still act normally in the face of such makeup, and her mind was full of calculations.

Fu Yansheng looked solemn as he reported the urgent intelligence he had collected in recent days to King Pingnan one by one, and his words revealed the subtle changes in the situation.

Upon hearing this, King Pingnan's brows flashed with determination, and he immediately ordered his subordinates to get ready. He personally led his troops and, in coordination with the county magistrate of Shanchuan City, hurriedly left the camp and headed for an unknown journey.

As night fell quietly, Ling Mohui was worried about her friend who had gone out and had not yet returned. Anxiety was entangled in her heart like a thin rope.

She tossed and turned until midnight. Half of the month had passed, but she still hadn't received any news. Worry and anxiety drove her to make a decision.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, Ling Mohui tiptoed to the stable, selected a nimble horse, and secretly rode away from the camp.

The moonlight shone on the winding path, accompanied by the sound of horse hooves. Her riding skills were unexpectedly honed in this silent journey, becoming more calm and skilled.

Passing through the silent mountain city, as the outline of the city gate gradually faded away, a cloud of dust suddenly appeared in the desert outside the city, and a group of desert bandits in battle robes rushed into sight, their mounts seemed to be racing with the wind, galloping towards the city.

Ling Mohui's eyes were fixed on the leader. The face in her memory overlapped with the gangster in front of her. It was a face that she could not forget from her past experiences.

Just as Ling Mohui was about to speed up and follow, she suddenly noticed something strange behind her. She turned her head and found that Han Zifeng had quietly jumped onto her horse's back without her knowing.

"Miss Ling, how are you?" He smiled calmly.

Ling Mohui was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "Han Zifeng, why are you here?"

Han Zifeng asked back, with a hint of amusement in his tone: "I was just about to ask you, those people seem to be familiar to you?"

Seeing this, Ling Mohui had no choice but to whisper the truth: "They are evildoers in the desert, and my friend fell into their hands."

Upon hearing this, Han Zifeng rode his horse without saying a word, and the two of them entered Shanchuan City side by side, following the trail of the bandits.

The robbers pulled up in front of a brightly lit auction house. Two masked captives staggered into the threshold after being roughly pushed. Their figures swayed and their identities were unknown.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Ling Mohui decisively dismounted, followed Han Zifeng's steps, and sneaked into the second floor of the auction house quietly.

"Tonight, our bank is honored to present a peerless beauty slave! Untainted by the mundane world, the starting price is five hundred taels of silver!"

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, the black cloth was removed, and a familiar yet haggard face came into Ling Mohui's sight - "Fang Fang!"

Her heart tightened and she took a breath.

The greedy eyes of the surrounding buyers were focused like hungry wolves, the bidding sounds came one after another, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

"One thousand taels!"

"One thousand five hundred taels!" The price was pushed to a new height in an instant.

Ling Mohui was about to ask Han Zifeng for help when she suddenly heard a sound of breaking air above her head. A black shadow streaked across the night sky like a meteor and landed on the auction table.

The man was wearing a nightgown, a silver mask on his face, and a long sword on his back. Except for the mysterious Master Xu, no one could match his style.

"He is actually involved in this matter!" Ling Mohui was shocked, and Yuan Fangfang, who was being auctioned on the stage, also had a look of astonishment.

In a flash, Master Xu swung his sword and easily split open the cage that bound Yuan Fangfang, rescuing her from her predicament.

Everything happened so fast that the bystanders didn't even have time to react. Master Xu and Yuan Fangfang disappeared in front of everyone like a phantom.

"Chase them!" Several robbers reacted and rushed out of the door roaring.

Ling Mohui looked at Han Zifeng anxiously: "Shouldn't we help him?"

Han Zifeng, however, seemed unusually calm, sitting there leisurely and contentedly, "He has his own way, no need to worry."

The chaos in the auction house did not interrupt this evil transaction, and soon the next item was launched.

"Next, we will present a handsome young man. The starting price is also five hundred taels!"

The black cloth was lifted, and Wei Ruoming's figure came into view. Ling Mohui became even more worried.

"That's the prince!" She could not hide her worry.