Polyfiber Academy!

Murong Yan raised her head and glanced lightly, her indifferent expression did not change in the slightest.

At the beginning, the four girls around Murong Yan were all left to Murong Yan by the Lan family himself. As soon as Lan died, the clever and intelligent Jiang Pu was killed, the versatile Lingzhi was sold to the Spring Building, and the talented Chi Peony was forced to marry Zhou Gu, the son of Mrs. Feng's companion. Yuzhu, the youngest, looked like she could still be trained, and was left behind by Mrs. Feng.

Mrs. Feng didn't know that looking at the weakest and most honest Yuzhu, she was a good hand with excellent medical skills and deep concealment.

Murong Yan walked over with an indifferent expression, Yuzhu didn't dare to make a sound again, and raised her feet to follow Murong Yan quickly. sighed in her heart, Sister Lingzhi was sold into this kind of fireworks land, even if she asked for the grace of the young lady to redeem herself, she couldn't wait by her side.

Ransom?

Yuzhu was taken aback by this rush idea, and it has been a few years since Ganoderma lucidum was sold, right? How could she never have thought about it?

Yuzhu raised her eyes to look at the slender figure in front of her, and bit her lip, Miss is really, different from before.

The young lady looked much more terrible than before, and more ...... Much more indifferent.

But Yuzhu is sure that such a young lady will definitely save Sister Lingzhi from jumping out of that fire pit.

Murong Yan jumped into a carriage, threw a tael of silver at the coachman, and said, "Go outside the city." ”

Yuzhu hurriedly climbed into the carriage.

***

In the prince's mansion, Ling Jin was drinking and playing in the magnificent hall with the twenty dancing girls who were raised in the palace, and the sound of bells and drums and silk and bamboo was endless. There were delicious wines and delicacies on several tables, and Ling Jin was eating fine wine while admiring the dancing waists of the dancing girls.

Baibu came to Ling Jin expressionlessly, Ling Jin waved his hand, and the dancers immediately retreated cleanly.

"Your Highness, when Master Wuchen died, one of his subordinates had left the small pavilion." Hyakbu Road.

"Who?" Ling Jin shook the wine in his glass and asked casually.

"Prince Rong's guard, Qingyue."

"Sure enough, it's him!" Ling Jin swallowed the wine in the cup and said with a slight smile, "I'm just wondering, when Fengxing is here, even I, an idle prince, are interested, why is he indifferent." ”

"Your Highness......" Baibu wanted to speak and stopped, thought about it, and immediately knelt down and said: "Your subordinates are brave, the person Your Highness has to guard against at this time is not Prince Rong." ”

It's the East Palace.

The people who want to eradicate the Fifth Highness are the crown prince Ling Yun, and the third prince Ling Xin.

No, the prince wants to eradicate not only the fifth highness, but also the third highness, the sixth highness, and even the ninth highness who was born recently, as long as there is a prince who inherits the throne, the prince wants to eradicate it completely.

Ling Jin sneered.

"Rong Huan is a tiger napping, and Ling Yun is just a monkey jumping on his feet. Tiger and monkey, cooked light and heavy? Tiger, naturally I'll deal with it, monkey, just have a third brother. ”

It is an indisputable fact that the crown prince and the third highness are fighting day by day.

"But Your Highness, now the situation in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty seems to be peaceful, and the reality is surging." Baibu said, "Your Highness has no heart to fight for the prince, and you can't ......" sacrificing his life in vain.

"Heroes come out of troubled times, so which clowns who jump off the beam are not to be feared." Ling Jin said with a smile, "It's better to be a guard with peace of mind, military advisor, this is a technical job, hard work and labor, not suitable for the chief guard of the Five Princes' Mansion to the end." ”

Baibu hesitated and persuaded: "But Your Highness, you have to ...... with the emperor" to mend the relationship between father and son, right?"

When Baibu said this, he saw Ling Jin's face turn cold, and he didn't dare to continue.

"Baibu, you're overstepping." Ling Jin's voice was as cold as his face.

"Subordinates should be damned." Baibu immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Ling Jin waved his hand and said loudly: "Come on, change into fine wine again, tonight the palace will not be drunk and will not return, and it will be happy all night until dawn." ”

On a wasteland outside the city near the city gate, Murong Yan was standing on a skateboard, flying wantonly.

Sliding and slipping, Murong Yan gently closed her eyes.

Her skateboard was taught by a tyrannosaurus rex.

He just taught her, but she skated better than him.

Unconvinced, he would rush onto her speeding skateboard when she was at her most proud. In order to balance and not fall, they had to hug each other tightly.

How did you think of that bastard?

Murong Yan slammed on the ground and stopped.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

"Miss is amazing." Yuzhu shouted excitedly, and a pair of small hands were already red.

There was a faint moaning sound in the grass over there, but the master and servant pretended not to hear and no one paid attention. Yuzhu looked at the grass several times, but the young lady didn't move her brows, and Yuzhu had to pretend that nothing happened.

"Save ...... ......The voice was faint and almost inaudible, vaguely indistinguishable.

Murong Yan skated again, and then put away the skateboard, "Go back." ”

"That person ......" Yuzhu couldn't help but glance at the grass.

Murong Yan glanced at Yuzhu lightly.

Yuzhu's tongue suddenly knotted, and he hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the skateboard and keep up.

Murong Yan had only walked a few steps when she heard a scream of "ah" from Yuzhu behind her. When he looked back, the man had crawled out of the grass, covered in blood, and his hands were clutching Yuzhu's ankles.

The man seemed to have exhausted his strength and had fainted.

Yuzhu was shocked and angry, desperately trying to break the hands that were holding her tightly, but she couldn't break them.

"Miss!" Yuzhu's voice was already crying.

Murong Yan's gaze fell on the bloody man, his luxurious silk robe was torn, his limbs were broken, there were sword wounds on his shoulders, legs, and chest, several pieces of his scalp were torn off, and his nails were all pulled out, revealing bloody flesh buds. Several wounds have become thick and foul-smelling.

If it weren't for the fact that the man still had a glimmer of breath hanging, no one would have suspected that he was a dead man.

How much hatred must this have tormented people like this, not the result of a sword.

"Call the coachman and bring him back to the city." Murong Yan sighed and commanded lightly.

She still can't see death without help.

With Murong Yan's temperament, she would not be able to save such a person with a complex background. But looking at that lifeless face, she couldn't help but think of the companions who were born and died with her in the previous life, often died in front of her, and she couldn't save it in order to keep her identity secret.

It's a really unpleasant taste.

And she also wants to see where her medical skills go and whether she can bring a dying person back to life.

When night fell, when the lights were on, Murong Yan returned to the Autumn Wind Courtyard.

The autumn wind courtyard was full of wreckage, and all the valuable furnishings sent by Murong Hou were swept to the ground, and the fragments were all in the end.

The cook stood in the courtyard and trembled with fear.

Murong Yan only glanced at it lightly, and then withdrew her gaze.

"It's so hateful, it must have been done by Miss Seven." Yuzhu said angrily.

"Call the butler." Murong Yan was not angry at all.

The cook didn't wait for an order, she pulled out her legs and ran out.

The housekeeper Li Guan was dumbfounded as soon as he arrived at the Autumn Wind Courtyard, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping.