It wasn't until the housekeeper took Long Rin out of sight that Zi Feilin slowly put away the low-eyebrow and pleasing expression on his face, and slowly measured his steps.

But instead of going to the kitchen he had just mentioned, he walked towards the study.

By the time I got to the study, there were already people standing there waiting, frowning and pinching their goatees.

Seeing Zi Fei coming in, he hurriedly bent down and saluted Zi Feilin: "See the Third Highness."

Zi Feilin hurriedly helped him up and said gently: "Lone said a long time ago, when Lone is not there, Mr. Murong can just sit."

"Your Highness, the ceremony must not be abolished." Mr. Murong looked disapproving, looked at Zi Feilin and hurriedly said, "Your Highness, someone has already come to tell the old man about this, but who is this Mr. Rin, who deserves such treatment from His Royal Highness?"

Zi Feilin was very satisfied with Mr. Murong's proportion, after so many years, he had never once held his hands on him: "Sir, have you ever heard of an evil dragon in the inner lake?"

Mr. Murong twisted his eyebrows, he didn't expect Zi Feilin to suddenly mention this matter: "The old man has heard a little, but how can this kind of rumor like a mythical story be taken seriously?"

There were rumors circulating in the market about the appearance of a real dragon, but he never took it seriously.

"I saw it with my own eyes, and Gu was on the scene that day, but my father thought that I was not good and deliberately suppressed my reputation." Zi Feilin said lightly, sitting at the desk, looking at a ninja word on the table.

Mr. Murong sighed and looked at Zi Feilin: "Your Majesty is too ruthless to His Highness!"

However, his eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Zi Feilin: "Your Highness! Could this Mr. Rin be the dragon? ”

Zi Feilin nodded, and Mr. Murong gasped, he really didn't expect it!

Surprised, he hurriedly said, "Does Your Highness already have a plan?"

"Mr. Murong, this matter still needs to rely on you a lot, we must restrain the people on our side, no matter what, we must hold this Mr. Rin well, if there is a long-term collision, then we can't be blamed."

Zi Feilin narrowed his eyes, and a sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He is not the kind of flower that Zi Dongyi keeps in the greenhouse, these people have been in his territory long enough, and he must clean up all these tumors before leaving.

"Yes, Your Highness, rest assured, the old man will definitely do this errand!" A flash of excitement flashed in Mr. Murong's eyes, and he was very satisfied.

After Mr. Murong chattered a few more words before retiring, Zi Feilin suddenly collapsed his shoulders, and was patted by Long Rin on both sides, and now the whole person was particularly heavy.

If he hadn't made a few gestures at that time, I'm afraid those dark guards around him would have fought hard with Long Rin.

A black shadow with a masked face appeared beside Zi Feilin, still holding medicinal wine in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice like a smoked voice: "Your Highness is uncomfortable."

"Rub my shoulders for me." Zi Feilin rubbed his shoulders tiredly, completely relaxed for the people behind him.

"Yes." The masked black shadow stepped forward, placed the medicinal wine on the table, and reached out to gently put it on Zi Feilin's shoulder.

However, an aqua-blue light flicked past him, flicking his hand away.

"What's wrong?" Zi Feilin tensed up suddenly.

The masked black shadow looked at his hand and furrowed his brows fiercely: "Your Highness, is it okay to touch yourself?"

Zi Feilin stretched out his hand and touched himself, but there was nothing wrong with him.

The masked black shadow frowned: "Your Highness, something is biting me on your shoulder."