Ling Luoyu stunned in his heart, turned and jumped up, flying onto the beam of the room, raising his hand and wiping to the darker colored area.

"Mo Bing?!"

Ink ice is a kind of paint to outline murals and can be attached to the wall.

There was also a faint smell of grass in the ink ice, indicating that there were other things mixed in the ink ice.

Condescendingly, Ling Luoyu looked at the ground and sketched out the imprints of the handwriting, with a sense of understanding.

Mo Xuanchen should have added something to Mo Bing, and then smeared them on the beams of the room.

As time passed, the ink and ice reacted chemically and then dropped to the ground, which formed a mark.

In other words, Mo Xuanchen did not come back.

This handwriting was left by him a long time ago, but only then did it drip to the ground and form a mark.

"Mo Xuanchen..."

Ling Luoyu felt an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

What is Mo Xuanchen doing? !

Why is it so mysterious?

They have been living and dying together, what else she can't know? ?

Suddenly--

Ling Luoyu's suddenly shrank, suddenly looking at the mark in front of him.

"The Queen..."

Speaking of which, the Queen is Mo Xuanchen's grandmother and his mother's biological mother!

Could it be that his departure was related to his mother? !

Ling Luoyu once again thought of what Jinzhu said to her!

She said that she knew where Mo Xuanchen's mother was imprisoned! !

Could it be that Mo Xuanchen was going to rescue his mother? !

Turning over and jumping off, Ling Luoyu put on his shoes, grabbed a coat, and flew out of the terrace.

"Wow!"

The big wings of Huhuo Shenfeng suddenly appeared, and when she was about to fall to the ground, she suddenly caught her, screamed and flew into the night sky, and flew towards the apse.

Standing high in the sky, Ling Luoyu turned over and jumped down, steadily landing on the ridge of the apse, and then falling under the corridor on one side.

As soon as he stood firm, he pierced his neck with a touch of coldness: "Who?!"

Ling Luoyu raised his hands lightly and turned slowly: "It's me!"

Xue Jie was startled, and quickly took away the long sword.

"Miss Ling, it's midnight..."

Xue Jie was wearing a shirt and holding a sword barefoot, apparently awakened in his sleep.

"I want to see your master!"

"You now?!"

Xue Jie subconsciously looked at the faint candlelight hall.

"But the master is asleep!"

Ling Luoyu didn't want to explain to her, turned around and pushed open the door.

Ning Zi and others who were watching the night woke up a long time ago, and they were all a little confused when they watched her come in.

"Miss Ling, what are you?!"

"Hush!"

Ling Luoyu pointed his lips upright and motioned to Ning Zi and others to silence.

"You all go out!"

Ning Zi looked at Xue Jie, and as she nodded, she withdrew.

Xue Jiefang was about to leave, but was summoned by Ling Luoyu.

"Sister Xue!"

Xue Jie understood, closed the door of the palace and led her to the queen's bed.

On the bed, the queen was sleeping sweetly holding the brocade.

Ling Luoyu stood tall, looking at her with frowning eyebrows.

The literal left by Mo Xuanchen has another meaning--

Here is the clue of his mother.

Seeing her speechless, Xue Jie became more nervous: "Miss Ling, you..."

"For your lady, what rumors can you hear?!"

Xue Jie's pupils suddenly shrank: "What do you ask this for?!"

Ling Luoyu's pupils were dark, suddenly turned his head and looked at her eyes.

Xue Jie's answer, to a certain extent, was tantamount to rumors.

Otherwise she would give an extremely negative answer instead of asking her the other way around.