Mu Yunjing's voice was like water, and the clear spring was murmuring, "Raise your head." ”

Qianqian couldn't help but raise her face a little shyly, looking at such a jade person, she seemed to have forgotten the scene she had just seen, and she was a little fluttering. Could it be that King Yu also looks at himself? Didn't he want to try the taste of women?

In an instant, Qianqian seemed to see Ronghua Fugui flying towards her, close at hand.

She slightly opened her lips delicately, "Lord Wang, slave maid......" Before she finished speaking, she caught a glimpse of a cold and piercing killing intent in Mu Yunjing's eyes.

Qianqian's eyes widened, and she heard the sound of her throat breaking, and before she could react or scream, she fell to the ground with a thud. It was a pair of dark and bright eyes, but it gradually dimmed, as if there were still two lines of tears rolling out.

It was not the first time Mu Yunjing had killed someone, but it was the first time he had killed an unarmed and defenseless woman.

After all, his heart was a little unhappy, but when he looked back at Xiao He lying on the low couch on the side, his heart hardened a little more. The singer didn't know how long she had been standing outside, how much she had heard their conversation, how much she had seen.

He will never allow anyone to hurt Xiao He in anything, he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.

claimed to the public that this singer's words collided with herself, disobeyed discipline, and was unruly, so she was given death by herself and let her body be carried away. It's just that in this way, it will more or less attract the attention of the outside to the East Palace, so he had to let people send Xiao He out from the side door.

When the carriage in the palace sent Xiao He back to Xiao's mansion, it was almost noon.

Duan Heng had already woken up, and when he heard that Xiao He had entered the palace, he was bored, and when he heard that she was back, he hurriedly greeted her, but he saw someone carrying her in, and she smelled of alcohol. "Drunk like this, the emperor has a banquet?" He saw that the eunuch who sent people back was a little angry, so he asked casually.

The new eunuch had never seen Duan Heng before, but seeing that he was dressed luxuriously and was a person from the Xiao Mansion, he didn't dare to slack off, and replied, "It's not the emperor who holds a banquet, it's my master, His Royal Highness King Yu, who invited Lord Xiao to a banquet." ”

"King Yu?" When Duan Heng first heard about it in Bingzhou, he was also a little surprised, but he didn't expect that the first prince would leave an orphan alive. At that time, when Mu Yunjing was canonized as the king of Yu, it was also a happy event to announce to the world. Duan Heng didn't have any special feelings, in terms of seniority, Mu Yunjing still had to call himself Uncle Wang.

It's just that this Mu Yunjing actually seems to have a friendship with Xiao He, which makes him really incomprehensible.

Xiao He is not bad at drinking, and being able to get drunk like this is not an excellent friendship, nor can it make her drink happily. When he talked about this layer, he was a little jealous. When Hongzhu brought the decanting soup, he took it and fed her with his own hands.

Xiao He slept in a daze, was poured a mouthful of sour soup, and choked and coughed.

Hongzhu was on the side, looking at the clumsy prince, he couldn't help frowning, and reached out to fight for the medicine bowl, "Lord, it's better to let the slave maid serve the prince and drink the medicine." Duan Heng was also worried that he would choke her again, so he returned the medicine bowl to Hongzhu and stepped aside.

After Hongzhu came over, she was much more careful, first called Xiao He softly, helped her to get up, half leaned on the bed, and then fed her a small sip to drink. After drinking this decoction, it will relieve drunkenness, and it will also detoxify alcohol, so that people will not wake up top-heavy.

When Xiao He finished drinking, Hongzhu cleaned up the bowl and withdrew, "The prince will take care of one or two, and the slave will come back immediately." ”

"You go, don't worry, I'm watching here." Duan Heng waved his hand.

After a bowl of soup and medicine, Xiao He also woke up a little, sat up, half-opened and half-closed eyes, watched Hongzhu exit the door, and looked at Duan Heng again before he raised his forehead and asked him, "How did I come back?" ”

Duan Heng saw that she was finally awake, so he smiled, "You, you came back lying down." ”

Xiao He couldn't laugh, although she was drunk in the East Palace, she also vaguely remembered that a woman came in to talk to Mu Yunjing, and then Mu Yunjing seemed to use her strength to use her moves, and the woman fell to the ground, and then someone came in and carried her out.

If she remembers correctly, Mu Yunjing did kill someone. Half-asleep, she didn't see the whole process clearly, but she could hear the voice clearly.

Duan Heng saw that her face was not very good, thinking that she was uncomfortable after being drunk, so he sat next to her, "What? Is it a headache? I'll rub it for you. As he spoke, he reached over and gently massaged the temples on either side of her sideburns.

Although Xiao He wanted to refuse, his power was just right, and he was much more comfortable, so she simply closed her eyes and let him go.

"Next time, don't drink this lot of wine, drink pleasantly, get drunk and hurt yourself." The two were close, and Duan Heng lowered his volume slightly as he spoke, and his voice was hoarse and a little magnetic. Xiao He listened, mumbled, and didn't say anything more.

Under his gentle comfort, Xiao He fell into a deep sleep again, and his body fell softly into his arms. Although it did smell of wine, it was mixed with her unique fragrance, and he couldn't help but look down and peck at her smooth cheek.

When Duan Heng came out of the room, he was bumping into the red beads.

"If your son-in-law wakes up, tell her, I'll go out for a walk and come back soon."

Hongzhu also knew that his current identity was not suitable to appear on the streets of the imperial capital, so he couldn't help frowning and reminding, "Be careful on the road of the prince, don't let anyone find out your identity." ”

He smiled and pointed to the red beads and said, "It's more and more like your son-in-law's tone." ”

After leaving the Xiao Mansion, Duan Heng put on a gray cloak, did not ride a horse, and walked straight to King An's Mansion. Tomorrow is Laba, worship the ancestors of the small year, since you are back, you should go to see your mother and concubine, and then go to the ancestral hall to give your father incense.

He walked briskly through the streets. When he was passing through Yongmao Street, someone suddenly bumped into him.

At that time, Duan Heng was alert that the person had deliberately hit him into his arms, and when he looked down, he saw that the piece of jade hanging on his waist was gone. It turned out to be a thief, and he chased after him. The thief was also dexterous, and ran as fast as he could, and turned his head and went into the alley, avoiding the street.

Duan Heng followed, and the little thief was running in front of him, and suddenly stopped.

Fearing that there would be fraud, Duan Heng also stopped, and then seven or eight men walked out from the front and back and joined the thief before. Duan Heng looked back and forth, and sneered, "Just with the goods of you stinky fish and rotten shrimps, you also want to stop this master?" ”

Those few people were dressed in coarse clothes and linen, although they were strong men who knew some martial arts, but their breath was as usual, and they had no internal strength at all, so Duan Heng naturally would not take them seriously. But at the moment when his voice fell, a thin needle flew from the ridge next to him, silently piercing the back of his neck.

Duan Heng only blinked, and then he fell to the ground like a sleepy person, unconscious.

Xiao He slept until sunset before waking up.

After she got up and freshened up, Hongzhu reported to her, "Prince An said that he would go out for a spin at noon and come back immediately, but he hasn't come back yet." ”

"Didn't anyone follow him?" Xiao He raised his eyebrows and asked rather uneasily.

"His temper, how can people follow?" Hongzhu explained.

Xiao He walked out of the yard and saw a pigeon parked on the roof of the front yard, walking back and forth on the tiles, as if waiting for something. Her heart sank, and she always had some bad premonitions. Flew up to the eaves and caught the pigeon.

The bird's legs were tied with thin bamboo tubes, which was Murong's way of transmitting messages.

She opened the short note, handed the pigeon to Hongzhu, and "took it to the backyard, fed it, and locked it up." ”

The letter was just an appointment for her to go somewhere. This made Xiao He frown, but she had to go, she turned around and went into the house, changed into more modest clothes and went out.

A moment later, Xiao He saw Murong.

When she entered, she noticed that the room was like a warm spring, so hot that people's faces were a little hot. Murong was sitting upright on the side of the desk drinking, and there were two bewitching women next to him, one clinging to his shoulders and the other lying on his laps. Both of them are covered with only a layer of gauze as thin as cicada wings, and the spring light inside can be seen at a glance, which is concave and convex, making the man's blood flow and the woman's face red and red.

Murong was still like that, wearing a cold mask, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. When he finished drinking, a woman poured another one for him.

It's just that after seeing Xiao He come in, he stopped and raised his eyes to look at her, "If you come half an hour earlier, you will be able to see Duan Heng being happy here." Xiao He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Why is he here with you?" Where are the people now? ”

Murong raised his hand and waved, and the two women beside him bowed their heads and retreated obediently, twisting their waists like two water snakes and fluttering away, and the faint fragrance on their bodies when they passed by Xiao He's side was like nectar, almost suffocating Xiao He.

She frowned, not knowing which play Murong was singing now.

After everyone dispersed, he beckoned Xiao He to go closely.

Xiao He took a step forward, not looking good, "What are you looking for me to say?" What happened to Duan Heng? ”

Murong smiled lightly, his right hand stopped in mid-air, and with a little luck, Xiao He seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, his body moved forward uncontrollably, and he fell into his arms at once, smelling the strong smell of wine mixed with some kind of incense on his body.

"He's still alive, I'm just curious, he's a vassal king who is now sneaking back to the imperial capital and hiding in your mansion, you ......" Murong stretched out his hand to clasp her back erect neck, although he didn't exert any effort, but the warmth from his palm made Xiao He have goosebumps all over his body. She tilted her face and looked him in the eye, pretending to be calm, "What's the matter with you?" What does it have to do with you? ”

The smile on the corner of Murong's lips became thicker, but the colder his voice became, "Don't forget that now we are people in the same boat, if you make some unstable moves, I will naturally ask." Saying that, he reached out with his other hand to support Xiao He's waist, and with a slight pull, she was on his lap.