Please draw your way of death

When he woke up the next day, Meng Qishu didn't find Ning Mianzhong inside or outside the room.

Maybe... went back to the candidate's residence.

Meng Qishu got off the bed, guessing silently, he wiped back the broken hair on his forehead casually with one hand, and when he glanced at the bright sky outside the window, the movement of his hand paused for a moment.

This is the third day of the Moon Festival.

Logically speaking, Ning Mian finally got what he wanted to take on this trip, so he might not stay in the hall again.

He took the clothes on the side and changed them on. Although there were no strong emotional fluctuations on his face, his gestures and gestures were somewhat dull.

The information was given by him, and what choice Ning Mian made in the end probably has nothing to do with him.

It's just that there is still an unknown sense of emptiness in his heart, which seems to remind him that in this place in the future, it will be difficult for him to have another person who will take his heart.

The Moon Festival is not over yet. In the last two days, many people will move into the main hall one after another. This is the busiest time for the main hall in a month.

Meng Qishu turned around from the front of the main hall, and there were still many people queuing up to draw lots. The crowd lined up from the inside of the main hall to the steps outside the main hall.

He only glanced briefly, and then went from another corridor towards the candidate's residence.

As expected, Ning Mian was not in his room after all, but the person who was with him yesterday was still staying here.

The expected ending didn't make Meng Qishu feel much better. He turned around and was about to leave when he bumped into a little blood who almost fell onto him.

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness!" The little blood race quickly opened the distance between the two, flushing with embarrassment when saluting neatly, "There was a fight on the west side of the hall, they sent me to invite you over. "

On the west side of the main hall, there is either Huai Wu's residence or Omeland's residence.

"Don't you know the lord and Omiland?" Meng Qishu's eyes changed, the slackness in his eyes disappeared, and he hurried over there.

"It's Prince Omeland and a candidate who are fighting. I don't know if the lord has informed." The little blood followed behind Meng Qishu step by step, explaining hastily.

"What about the other two princes?"

"No one notified."

Meng Qishu frowned, with suspicion on his face: "Who gave the order?"

Fighting at the residence, I don't know how to tell others about this kind of thing, but tell him?

"Prince Omeland."

really.

There was a flash of understanding in Meng Qishu's eyes, and a sneer was hidden deeper in the eyes.

He's the only one who would do such an unreasonable thing.

When he rushed to the west side of the main hall, before Meng Qishu turned the corner from the corridor, he heard the sound of ping-pong-pong in the courtyard.

I thought that the fight with Omeland was some rebel who was caught stealing information and trying to escape, but when Meng Qishu turned around from the corridor and saw the other party's face, he had to sigh Things are impermanent.

It was none other than Ning Mianzhong who took the confidential information in Meng Qishu's hands last night.

No, he gave this person all the information. Why did the other party not only leave the hall to complete his mission, but also ran to Omeland to beg for a beating?

Unable to figure it out, Meng Qishu squinted his eyes and stood at the corner of the corridor, not intending to disturb the two people in the heat of battle.

But someone couldn't stop someone from doing bad things deliberately, so amidst the sound of heaven and earth cracking, a stone the size of a palm slammed towards Meng Qishu head-on.

Meng Qishu flashed his eyes and hands quickly, and the stone hit the wall behind him, sinking into a big hole.

Meng Qishu raised his eyes, and when he met Omi Lande's smiling eyes, he immediately couldn't hold back a curse: "Omi Lande, can you be right when you hit someone!"

It would be too much to harm the fish in the pond!

A very strange phenomenon, after Meng Qishu yelled out such a sentence, the two people who were fighting in the courtyard suddenly stopped.

"Sorry, my hands are slippery." Omi Lande quickly took two steps back to avoid the opponent's attack range, and when he raised his head and smiled at Meng Qishu, there was no sincerity in his expression.

It was indeed the right choice to call Meng Qishu over. If there is such a person, then the person on the other side...

Omeland's peripheral vision lingered on Ning Mian Shengsheng opposite for a few seconds, and the smile on the corner of his lips deepened.

You will be afraid a lot.

He doesn't want to fight either, he is a peace-loving person, why bother to fight with someone like Ning Mianzhong, it's better to talk.

"Didn't you come to help me?" Aomi Lande ignored Ning Mian's eyes that wanted to eat people, and said to Meng Qishu, "It's a little difficult for me alone, maybe the two of us can successfully take this rebel down."

"Help you?" Meng Qishu let out a "huh" and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Omeland in the courtyard downstairs, "I just came to see the fun."

"On the sidelines?" Omeland shook his head, "That's not good, after all, helping me is helping you."

Meng Qishu didn't speak, but when his eyes fell on Omi Lande, he was obviously a little more confused.

"The lord will consolidate all the confidential materials today, and all the materials that are scattered in the hands of the prince must be handed in." Omeland looked up at Meng Qishu on the second floor and explained, "If this rebel is not caught, then How to hand over the confidential information of Prince Meng Qishu?"

"Or..." Omeland's eyes turned a little unfathomable, "You don't know that your confidential information has been stolen by this person?"

"The lord wants to consolidate the data, why don't I know?" Meng Qishu's gaze remained calm, as if what Omelande said just now hadn't caught his ears, "No one told me this."

"Then I'll tell you now."

"When? Are you in a hurry? I'll send it to him when I find it when I go back," Meng Qishu said.

His reaction was as if he was not the one who had the confidential information stolen, and this person could find and hand in the confidential information Omeland said within a few minutes.

So the smile on Omeland's lips restrained a bit.

"But your information is no longer in your residence," Omeland reminded, "it is in the hands of this rebel, if you don't hold him down now, then you will have no second chance to retrieve your information." That document."

"He took my document? Who said that you found it yourself?" Meng Qishu frowned with disbelief, "I saw it at my residence a few minutes ago."

So Omi Lande didn't speak any more, but just silently looked in Meng Qishu's direction.

In fact, Meng Qishu was not sure whether Omi Lande really knew that the document was in the hands of Ning Mian, but he would rather take a gamble that Ning Mian would not be so stupid as to reveal that document to others.

But this bet doesn't seem to be a good one to win.

"Really?" Omeland opened his mouth, he lowered his head slightly, and when he lowered his eyes and raised them again, there was a confident smile in his eyes, "The lord is already heading towards you, If we hurry up, maybe we can meet the lord before he arrives?"

"The lord wants to go get my documents in person?" Meng Qishu suddenly felt uneasy, "Is there such a hurry?"

"Don't worry, he won't touch your things." Omelande seemed to be consoling with kindness, "He will only wait for you at your residence, and when you go back, find that document and give it to him."

"After all, among all the materials now, only yours has not been handed in."

Meng Qishu stood still, and his eyes fell on Omi Lande, seemingly with some consideration.

Perhaps it was due to the melee combat, except that his clothes were slightly disheveled, Omelander looked decent on the surface, and there were no obvious wounds.

Of course, it's also possible that he didn't come too late, and he arrived as soon as the two of them started fighting.

Meng Qishu's eyes turned to Ning Mian's life, the situation of the other party was similar to that of Omi Rand, if he had to say it, maybe Ning Mian's state was a little bit better.

The other party caught Meng Qishu's gaze, moved the hand hanging by his side slightly, and made a secret gesture.

Meng Qishu knew that it meant to make him feel at ease.

Meng Qishu is no stranger to being able to understand Ning Mian's little hints behind his back, but now he is obviously concerned about another issue.

"Why did the lord suddenly want to integrate the confidential information?" He retracted his gaze, put his fingertips on the edge of the guardrail without any trace, and tapped twice seemingly unintentionally.

The blood clan has ruled for so long, and the confidential information has always been divided into the hands of the princes, so why must it be handed over this time.

"The lord's mind, who knows." Omeland shrugged indifferently, and didn't say much.

Doubt a lot.

Why submit information?Why are you submitting it now?Why did he inform others but forget himself?

Meng Qishu frowned.

But in the current situation, it seems that it is not his turn to say anything.

"Then let's go now." Meng Qishu got up from the guardrail, making a gesture to go downstairs.

"But before that," Omeland's voice came from downstairs again, "shall we arrest this rebel first?"

Meng Qishu turned his head and met Omeland's eyes fixedly: "Why?"

"He's clearly not a rebel."

"He is." Omeland retorted, with [-]% certainty in his tone.

"..." Meng Qishu breathed out as if he couldn't bear it anymore, "If it's because he took the document in my room, then I have already given the answer. He is my candidate, and he is completely unnecessary... ..."

"But your candidate just wanted to assassinate me at my residence." Omeland interrupted him.

Meng Qishu paused, and looked suspiciously at Omi Lande downstairs: "Actually, I prefer to believe that he was slandered by you."

Omeland: ...

What is it called?This is called love makes people blind!