Zhao Mingyue sat on the chair of the inn with a pretty face, and the sword packed up her luggage and came over and said, "Master, it's all packed." ”

"Let's go." Zhao Mingyue popped out a word.

The sword nodded, and opened the door for Zhao Mingyue with his burden on his back.

The master and servant got on their horses and left the inn and set out on their way home.

However, along the way, Zhao Mingyue's horse walked very slowly, crookedly, walked three steps and took one step back, and did not leave Youzhou City in the afternoon.

"What's wrong with my horse? Why can't you go fast? Zhao Mingyue sighed.

Shi Jianxin said that if you don't catch it, how can it go quickly? The brute is smart, and knows that it's you who doesn't want to go. However, she couldn't talk to her master like this, so she just said vaguely: "Maybe you're hungry, why don't you find a place to sharpen it." ”

"Alright, let's go to the inn in front of us." Zhao Mingyue agreed.

After the man had eaten the horse, the two continued to get on the horse, but the horse was still at that speed.

Zhao Mingyue's face sank like water, and her silver teeth bit her lower lip deeply.

Just as she was leaving the city gate, she suddenly turned her horse's head and said, "Don't go, go back." ”

"Go back?" Squire asked.

"He is my person, and he has to die in my hands, and he can't be cheapened by the princess of Liao." Zhao Mingyue patted the horse's back, and the horse rushed towards the city like an arrow off the string.

It is not easy to become the mount of a beautiful princess, not only to run fast, but also to be able to figure out the master's mind.

Emotional intelligence is very important, even animals are like this, let alone people?

The dance party in the Nanjing Palace of the Liao Kingdom was once again prepared, and after a day of fermentation, everyone in the palace was full of interest in this kind of play. Officials, soldiers, guards, palace maids, and even family members all gathered in the square early to wait.

The drums sounded, and the first dance was still opened by the princess and Ling Kun.

Under the eyes of everyone, Xiao Ran felt nervous and uneasy, and his pretty face was hot. He almost buried his head in Ling Kun's chest.

After Ling Kun's gesture, the others rushed in with their dance partners.

Squeezed into the crowd, Xiao Ran's nervousness suddenly eased a lot, and he took a long breath, his head leaning softly on Ling Kun's shoulder.

The two of them hugged each other tightly and writhed, thinking that in this dim light, no one would notice. But they didn't expect that there was a pair of eyes like nails that never left her.

At the end of the song, everyone went to rest. Ling Kun and Xiao Ran returned to the seats specially prepared for them hand in hand. At this time, a cook brought over the chilled watermelon juice and handed it to the princess's personal palace maid, and then the palace maid brought it to Xiao Ran.

"Why don't you have a cup, bring a cup to Ling Kun too." Xiao Ran said angrily.

"Yes, Princess." The palace maid agreed.

Xiao Ran handed the watermelon juice to Ling Kun and said softly, "You drink it first, I'm not thirsty yet." ”

Everyone around her was surprised, the princess was really good to this man.

After dancing for a long time on this hot day, Ling Kun needed this kind of cold and delicious watermelon juice very much, so he planned to take it and drink it.

However, the cook who brought the drink was in a hurry, and said loudly: "The slave should die, the slave should die, so bring another cup." ”

Ling Kun was taken aback when he heard this voice, this was clearly Zhao Mingyue's voice, since it was the drink she served, there must be something wrong, and it must not be drunk.

Will you give Xiao Ran back again? No, what if Xiao Ran is poisoned. They got along well in the past two days, and the revolutionary friendship was bottomless, and they must not watch her die in front of themselves.

He wanted to find an excuse to spill the drink, but after thinking about it, there must be no poison in it, and if Xiao Ran was poisoned, none of them would be able to leave. Zhao Mingyue must not be so stupid.

At the moment when Ling Kun took the drink, countless thoughts had already turned in his heart, and after weighing it, he handed the cup to Xiao Ran and said, "You drink it first, I have a bad stomach, just drink boiling water." ”

"Really? Then I drank. Xiao Ran picked up the cup and took a few sips, then instructed the palace maid to bring boiling water to Ling Kun.

After it got dark, Zhao Mingyue and the servant sword were just like yesterday, and they were familiar with the road to the palace, and at this time, two cooks came over with fruits, drinks, tea, etc. prepared for the princess, so they decisively knocked out the cooks, changed their clothes and went into the open-air dance hall.

Fortunately, the palace was in the most chaotic moment in its history, and if it were the past, they would never have been able to do so easily.

Seeing Xiao Ran drink a drink, Zhao Mingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief. She saw that Xiao Ran was about to stand up and dance again, so she shouted, "Slow." ”

Xiao Ran looked back in amazement, not understanding how a cook dared to talk to herself like this.

Ling Kun stood aside and swallowed his saliva desperately, nervous to death. What will be the result of these two women fighting, God forbid, don't hurt anyone.

Zhao Mingyue walked across from Xiao Ran and said with a smile: "The drink you drank just now not only contained watermelons, but also the Seven Steps of Soul Breaking Scatter in the Secret Poison Secret Poison of the Southern Tang Kingdom Palace. ”

Everyone was taken aback, and the two saints of Baishan shot out like ghosts, controlling Zhao Mingyue.

"Who are you? Why do you do this, believe it or not, I slapped you to death. Bai Yuming shouted angrily.

"Believe, of course." Zhao Mingyue still smiled and said: "But I am a cheap life, and it is worth it to have Princess Pingnan to accompany the funeral." ”

"What do you want?" Bai Yuming asked.

"It's very simple, if you let Ling Kun go, I'll give you the antidote." Zhao Mingyue said.

"You're here to save Ling Kun? Who are you? Xiao Ran asked.

"I am his master." Zhao Mingyue said with her head held high.

Xiao Ran looked at Ling Kun suspiciously, and Ling Kun nodded to her.

"Since he is your servant, then it is easy to do, you can sell him to me, and you can open it as you like." Xiao Ran said.

"No, it's not for sale." Zhao Mingyue refused.

Xiao Ran sneered and said, "You can think about it, I have a lot of people in the Great Liao Imperial Palace, and it may not be possible to cure your poison." ”

"Then you can try it, if you take seven steps and break your intestines, you will be out of breath when you take one step, and you will not breathe well when you take two steps, and you will die of breath if you take seven steps in a row."

Xiao Ran didn't believe it, took a step forward, and sure enough, he felt his blood surging up, dizzy, and felt like he couldn't hold on.

Seeing this situation, the Shuangsheng of Baishan was very anxious, they were ordered by the Empress Dowager Xiao to protect Xiao Ran, if something happened, the glory and wealth of the second half of their lives would be all in vain. So he hurriedly persuaded: "Princess, promise her first, this kid is useless, just let it go." ”

"No, don't let it go." Xiao Ran refused.

"Don't let everyone die together." Zhao Mingyue shouted

"Don't, don't, you can't die." Ling Kun was anxious, and hurriedly persuaded Xiao Ran: "Princess, you see that it was wrong for you to arrest me, and it is troublesome to watch it every day, if you let me go, won't we be able to get along normally?" ”

"But what if she runs away with you?" Xiao Ran pouted and said.

"Oh, as the saying goes, there is a fate to meet thousands of miles, but there is no chance to meet on the other side, if we have fate, we can't run."

"Really?" Xiao Ran looked at Ling Kun, his eyes full of reluctance and entanglement.

Zhao Mingyue also looked at Ling Kun, her eyes full of anger and resentment.