Murong Ling ** wore his upper body.

Cool droplets of water slid down his strong, sturdy abdomen with a bone-chilling touch.

But at this time, Murong Ling's thin lips opened slightly, but the breath she spit out was extremely hot.

His slender fingers caressed Lin Yaoyue's red-spotted face. Obviously, the woman in front of her is now extremely ugly, and she has no usual beautiful fairy face. But he still stroked her cheek at once, as if her face was still as delicate as ever, and endured by others.

The attendants on the side all stood quietly and respectfully, not daring to make a little noise, or interrupting every moment when Murong Ling was hugging Lin Yaoyue.

Because they know very well that no matter how much His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the past shows pity, no matter how lovingly he caresses them under him. All he wanted was the woman he was holding in his arms right now.

And that woman's name is Lin Yaoyue, who is the upcoming crown princess of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and the eldest daughter of Lin Chaoyang, the general of Zhenguo.

Ouyang Xin looked at Murong Ling, who was in a daze like this, and was puzzled.

Hasn't His Royal Highness the Crown Prince been making a show? He has never had Lin Yaoyue in his heart. This is something that is now well-known in the aristocratic circle of Shangjing, except for Lin Yaoyue, a fool. Otherwise, how could His Royal Highness the Crown Prince keep secretly weakening the power in the hands of the Zhenguo General's Mansion, let alone repeatedly putting the lives of Lin Chaoyang and Lin Zhenyu at risk.

Ouyang Xin couldn't figure it out. But she didn't understand Murong Ling's seemingly affectionate eyes at this moment. She couldn't help but open her mouth, but in an instant, she was pressed by the waiter on the side and pressed down.

Now, she Ouyang Xin is not only prostrate in front of Murong Ling's feet, but also in front of the feet of Lin Yaoyue, who is sleeping.

But Murong Ling didn't glance at Ouyang Xin at all at this moment. He seemed to be isolated from the world now, and there was only Lin Yaoyue's sleeping and tranquil face in his eyes. The tone is warm and gentle, as if falling into a memory,

"I remember when I was a kid when you fell off a tree and got the stamen of impatiens on your face. At that time, you were just like now, your cheeks were red, and you were still looking at Hongu and smirking. Murong Ling's tone at this time was very gentle. A warm smile gradually appeared on the cold face of the originally yin owl.

"'Brother Ling, Brother Ling', this palace still remembers that you called this palace so happily. Murong Ling caressed Lin Yaoyue's sleeping face, and couldn't help but slightly hook her face. He leaned down suddenly, his thin lips gently rubbing against Lin Yaoyue's face, extremely intimate.

But in the next second, Murong Ling's body suddenly exploded with a ruthless aura.

His voice was low and hoarse, as if it had been squeezed out of his throat. He was clinging to the tip of Lin Yaoyue's nose, but he was angry. Hearing this, Murong Ling asked word by word, "But why don't you call this palace 'Brother Ling' anymore." You even have to say in front of this palace that you love him. Love him Murong Jin?!"

When Murong Ling mentioned 'Murong Jin' in his mouth, he instantly couldn't control the hatred in his limbs. He jerked out his sword and threw it into a corner. But he nailed the guard standing there to the wall with the blade of his sword.

In an instant, the guard's abdomen was suddenly pierced, and his intestines flowed all over the ground mixed with scarlet blood. But the fury and fierceness on Murong Ling's face at this time did not retreat in the slightest, and his eyes were as red as blood.

Ouyang Xin couldn't help but jump to her feet and scream at this moment, but she was suddenly lifted by Murong Ling with the power of her palm.

Suddenly, Ouyang Xin felt that his throat was crushed, and his whole body was entangled by the death of the Yin Owl Qi, strangled into the flesh and blood.

She didn't want to die, she didn't want to die.

Ouyang Xin's delicate face became distorted at this time, and her weak voice kept pleading with Murong Ling, "Your Highness, Your Highness, Xin'er's father is the secretary of the ministry. He is a senior official of the third rank of the court, and he will definitely be useful to you. Please don't kill Xin'er. ”

But Murong Ling's thin lips slowly evoked a mocking smile. He exerted a slight force on Ouyang Xin's neck, and Ouyang Xin first fainted and fainted to the ground.

Murong Ling glanced at Ouyang Xin with some amusement, and his voice was extremely cold, "What is beyond his own strength, Ouyang Zhengde, the secretary of the ministry, has long been within the control of this palace. Even if this palace kills you now, Ouyang Zhengde won't say a word. Can you negotiate terms with this palace, and negotiate conditions?"

Murong Ling's crazy eyes turned to look at Lin Yaoyue's sleeping face at this time. In an instant, I saw Murong Ling stretch out his slender fingers and cover Lin Yaoyue's neck.

He leaned down and let him touch the tip of Lin Yaoyue's nose, the hoarse, deep voice with a hint of lamenting madness,

"Yue'er, why can't you be obedient. You have been a childhood sweetheart with this palace for ten years, but why should you fall in love with someone else. And why is that person the regent Murong Jin?!" Speaking of this, Murong Ling's anger increased even more, and he suddenly grabbed Lin Yaoyue's neck and lifted her up.

"Even if you no longer love this palace, whoever you are with in this whole world, after this palace ascends to the position of the Ninety-Five, can snatch you over.

It doesn't matter if you're married or not, whether you have children or not. You will always be alone in this palace. Murong Ling's voice was crazy and hoarse at this time. One of the hands he grabbed around Lin Yaoyue's neck gradually became stronger, while the other hand held her up. but suddenly kissed her cherry lips.

Murong Ling's kiss was very deep and even hotter.

There was a lack of madness in it. His cold and sturdy upper body tightly imprisoned Lin Yaoyue in his arms, and layers of huge waves rolled in his dark and deep starry eyes. Clusters of dangerous flames also danced.

He violently tore open Lin Yaoyue's outer placket.

Under the damp light blue placket, Lin Yaoyue's delicate figure has begun to take shape. is young, but it can arouse his heart more than the hundred women he found who look like her.

Murong Ling's eyes gradually deepened, and he pecked Lin Yaoyue's cherry lips fiercely again, as if he wanted to melt Lin Yaoyue into his body. He hugged Lin Yaoyue tightly in his arms.

But suddenly, a sharp arrow slashed across the sky.

Murong Ling quickly dodged the sharp arrow that slashed straight through, but he suddenly let go of Lin Yaoyue's cherry lips.

I saw that Murong Jin's peerless face was cold and abnormal.

Wearing a dark eight python brocade robe, it shows his slender and upright figure. But at this time, he exuded a thick black aura all over his body, which was a layer of anger that could only be possessed from hell.

And in those slender and slightly calloused palms, he was holding the legendary Ling Tian Bow at this time.

Murong Ling looked at the Ling Tian Bow and was stunned. The face that had been broken and could no longer disguise its warmth and warmth suddenly turned from anger to ridicule,

"Uncle Huang, you're late. Murong Ling's voice was hoarse, low but definitely abnormal.