Along the way, Su Yueming's mind echoed with the words that Feng Luo said-

Xuanyuan Qilin came to Daqin, he must have come prepared, is he trying to save the prince? There are still other plans.

There was a faint sense of restlessness throughout Kyoto, as if something big was about to happen.

She looked up and looked into the distant sky, where clouds like blue velvet floated in the air, ethereal, vague, as if they were close at hand, but they were out of reach.

"County Lord, it's here." Outside the carriage, the groom's voice pulled her back.

The carriage door opened, the groom squatted on the ground, stepped on the snow and bowed to his side, and Su Yueming stepped on the groom's back and prepared to go down.

"Come on."

A cold and low voice sounded, a big hand stretched out, she tilted her head slightly, and saw Murong Canghai standing in front of him, stretching out his hand to her, and his always evil and indifferent eyes exuded a colorful streamer.

Su Yueming hesitated for a moment, slowly handed his hand to him, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face.

In front of everyone, he picked her up, she was startled, and her hand couldn't help but hug his neck.

"Take you somewhere."

There was a smile on his lips, and with a wave of his hand, his red steed galloped at once, and he took her in his arms, flew up, and sat firmly on the galloping horse.

Behind them, the guards followed, carefully guarded.

"Where are you going?" Held in his arms, his fiery breath surrounded her tightly, and she felt an inexplicable nervousness in her heart.

"You'll know when you go." He clasped his hands tightly, lowered his head, and touched her lips with precision.

The wind whistled in her ears, and her long hair fluttered high around his neck.

On this galloping horse, he unpassionately embraced the cold woman in his arms, not allowing her to avoid the slightest, and he wanted her to completely surrender to his world.

Su Yueming clutched his clothes tightly, her heart was beating fast and fast, I don't know if it was because of his hug [Koubei], or because of the speed of the Mercedes.

The flush on her face was like the sunset on the horizon, about to burn.

Looking at Murong Canghai's eyes, he was extremely satisfied, because he liked to see her react because of him, even if it was only a little bit.

The horse, at last, stopped.

His domineering [Koubei] finally stopped reluctantly.

Along the way, his lips never let go of him, so intense, so rich, at this moment, Su Yueming collapsed in his arms a little weakly, panting.

"Here we are." He said, looking ahead.

Su Yueming adjusted her breath, turned her head, and looked at him along his line of sight-

Suddenly, a magnificent, splendid palace lay in front of her eyes.

It's beautiful, it's spectacular!

I saw that the antique and majestic palace was faintly shrouded in a curling fairy aura, starting from their feet, the fine white jade paved on the ground extended to the hall, shining with a warm light.

On the four corners of the palace stood four peacocks carved from sandalwood, as well as the wall panels, all of which were made of floating windows carved by craftsmen with their own hands.

In front of the palace, countless guards were in charge of guarding day and night, and when they saw their master, they all knelt down on one knee and shouted—

"Welcome to the prince, the prince is a thousand years old and a thousand years old!"

Majestic and majestic.

In the hall, the maids can also be faintly seen walking.