Rong Qian took the book of resignation very accurately, looked at the ink that had not dried on it, and the corners of his mouth hooked a subtle arc, this book of resignation is really not easy, today's scene is not in vain, and it is also a loss that she deliberately revealed to Rong Fu earlier that she did not keep the palace sand, and she repeatedly provoked her to attack her, and that Fu Yurong is worthy of being the daughter of the eldest princess, and she is well versed in women's fighting methods, not bad, she is too lazy to appreciate the gloating expressions of those people now. Thinking of this, she turned to leave.

The voice of the eldest princess of Wuyang suddenly came from behind her, "Rong Qian trampled on the majesty of the royal family, someone came, and arrested her to the palace." ”

Rong Qian's eyes were slightly sunken, did you catch her? The marriage has been withdrawn, and they have called their hearts, will they still let her go? She tilted her head slightly, looking at the servant who suddenly rushed over, and a cold light crossed her eyes. Behind him, Hongyu also looked at those people coldly, and he even dared to move the Lord, don't die?!

Suddenly, a clear and clear male voice sounded, "Is this how the royal family bullies innocent and weak women?" Some people have no eyes and don't know right from wrong, how can they be worthy of the girl's intelligence and sharpness, don't want such a man! ”

Behind the rockery, Mu Jingqi saw that Rong Qian was in trouble and was about to go out to help her, when he suddenly heard this voice, his steps paused, and a look of shock crossed his eyes, it was him! Is he here too?!

The breeze was blowing, and the pleasant sound of silk and bamboo floated above the garden, and everyone unconsciously looked at the source of the sound.

At the corner of the garden, a man in a light purple embroidered magnolia brocade robe carried it with one hand, walked out slowly, his sleeve robe danced in the wind, the crimson flame pattern embroidered on it was as free and easy as flowing clouds, and as hot as a burning fire, the silver belt around his waist shone brightly, and his figure was long, the handsome face seemed to be carved by the heavens, noble as a peony, cold as a lotus, that pair of light purple eyes glanced at the front faintly, silent like water, not alarmed, but with the pride of the thunderbolt world, every step he took, the brocade robe dragged up to the ground, fell again, and the surrounding air currents were all affected by him, as noble as a god, proud of the world, he was talking about such a man.

Rong Qian looked at the man who walked out with a slightly heavy gaze, and four words unconsciously popped out of his mind, reigning in the world, what he said is such a grace.

The famous ladies around them all looked at the handsome man who came out with dull eyes at the moment, such a peerless man like a god really existed, and then looked at King Xuan, who they were obsessed with in the past, faded, in front of him, it was really too light. Who is this man? It's not their Beichu people.

Chu Hanxuan's hand clenched slightly, looking at the man who suddenly came out, as a prince, he actually had a feeling of being suppressed by him all his life, he actually said that he had no eyes and didn't know right from wrong? He sneered, "You help this slut so much, are you also her concubine?" As he spoke, he looked at Rong Qian and said angrily, "This king really can't see that with your face, you can make a man mess up for you." ”

Fu Yurong also came back to her senses, she glanced at the man in purple, there was a man who was better looking than the third brother, but now was not the time to sigh about this, she immediately pointed at Rong Qian and said sarcastically: "Rong Qian, you are so shameless, you openly hook up with a man, don't blame the third brother for divorce you." ”

As soon as these words came out, the people around looked at Rong Qian and the purple-clothed man, and a burst of discussion started.

The purple-clothed man had a smile on his handsome face like a god, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, his light purple eyes overflowed all the people in this garden, and the surrounding voices suddenly disappeared in an instant, and even Fu Yurong's original arrogance was instantly erased. His gaze suddenly fell on Rong Qian, and with a smile, the elegance was peerless, and the flowers were discolored.

Rong Qian's expression froze, she didn't know him, her eyes sank slightly, her aura was so strong, purple clothes, purple eyes, the long figure was frozen in her eyes, according to intelligence, there seems to be only one person in this world who looks like this!