"Poof~" A subtle voice came from the flowers on the side of the corridor, and the group in front didn't notice it at all, but Mu Qingqing who was nearby listened to it.

Yo he~

She jerked her head to look in the direction where the voice had come from, and her eyes were right on one of the flower-ponds wearing a black scarf and a black scarf.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching: Assassin?

The man in black stared at him, and raised his right hand to wipe his neck.

Mu Qingqing was amazingly bright, smiled evilly and pointed to the group in front of him, and then pointed at him: "You can just peek, and you dare to laugh at me?" ”

There was a touch of contempt in the eyes of the man in black, and seeing that Mu Qingqing was not in a hurry and had no intention of telling the truth, the black shadow flashed and disappeared.

"Ugly girl, what are you rubbing? Hurry up and go, and let the young lady wait for you? There was a maid's urging voice in front.

Mu Qingqing twitched the corners of his mouth and retorted silently: "My name is Mu Qingqing, you are ugly, your whole family is ugly." ”

Cursing and scolding, he walked a few quick steps and followed.

The group turned a corner, and no one was seen again.

After a while, a small guy came out of the flower pond, and came to the root of a wall in the house with a normal face, and came out of the wall with a light posture, and disappeared after a few flashes.

Imperial Palace.

Although the Imperial Palace, known as the second palace of Chenyuan, is only half the size of the palace, it is also an absolutely over-the-top building, but no one dares to make a fuss about it, just because the person who personally supervised the construction is the current saint, and the younger brother of the current saint's relatives, the royal king, Gu Jue.

In the center of the palace is an ink-colored world, no matter how the king wears it, only black and black, and other colors do not enter his eyes.

The Molian Lake in the center of the palace has taken a lot of effort to gather people who are proficient in floral art to cultivate it for three years to reach such a scale.

The winding path paved around Molian Lake is paved with the entire treasury of ink jade, and it is priceless.

Only the lake pavilion surrounded by a pond of ink lotus is embellished with different colors, and the whole piece of ink jade is carved into a ingenious lake pavilion, only the top of the pavilion is covered with jade.

That jade is a magical thing that can make the whole room warm like spring in the legend that only one piece is a piece of it, but in this royal palace, it is actually used as a tile, bearing the wind and rain, which can't help but make people feel the luxury of this royal palace.

A gust of breeze blew, stirring the lake water slightly, and the provocative ink lotus pendulum, even the tulle around the lake pavilion supporting the owner couldn't help but twist his waist.

"Lord Wang." The man in a black suit knelt on one knee outside the Lotus Lake, obviously a distance of 100 meters, but the voice was extremely clear and heard in the ears of the owner of the Lake Heart Pavilion.

On the long couch of Moyu, the long figure of Xin Chang leaned lazily: "Huh? ”

It's just one word, but it's like a cold snap blowing from an extremely cold place.

The ears of the man in the black suit trembled, the voice of the prince was really...

If the woman in the world heard the voice of the prince and shook her body, the picture was too beautiful to continue thinking about it.

"Master Hu's mansion chose a 14-year-old ugly girl." After that, as if he remembered Mu Qingqing's face, his body couldn't help but tremble.

He looked like this, but he fell into the eyes of the man in the pavilion: "How ugly? ”。

The black man in the power suit had an expression on his face that he couldn't bear to recall: "Dry, small, black." ”