"Get out."

Mu Xueyi confided a word coldly.

Kian Yuan almost thought that he had heard it wrong, but this seventh princess had always been uncertain, and after thinking about it for a while, she still went out.

But he didn't leave, but stood outside the dormitory, he didn't think that this lustful person would really let him go, after all, he was sent to the door.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear anyone inside summon him.

Mu Xueyi got up and took off her headdress, leaving only a hairpin for her hair, she didn't like to wear too much headdress.

Luo Yuchen also stood up and said lightly: "He's still outside." ”

"You want him to go?"

Before he could speak, she added, "As you wish." ”

Then, he pushed the person directly to this huge bed, and as soon as the plain white long sleeves were raised, the bed curtain fell.

The figure inside became hazy.

Mu Xue leaned up, covered his thin lips, and tossed and turned.

Although it didn't really look like it from the outside, the general figure could still be seen, and Kishibuchi picked his lips and sneered, and turned to leave.

He thought he wasn't interested in men anymore.

Without waiting for him to react, Mu Xueyi got up, lifted the curtain, stroked his sleeves, and walked outside the palace.

Luo Yuchen came back to his senses and followed.

Mu Xueyi avoided the palace people and went to the Fengyun Emperor's bedroom, and when she was about to arrive, she saw a man in black wearing a mask.

His footsteps never stopped, nor did he hide, and after entering the Wankun Palace, there were no guards inside.

Although the banquet was over, it was dark and deserted, and it didn't look like the emperor should be staying at all.

Mu Xueyi jumped on the roof, looked down, and saw the man in black waiting outside.

And Luo Yuchen avoided the man's gaze and came to her side.

When she heard the sound, she opened a piece of tiles, and saw a living spring palace, this emperor has really become a puppet, he is terminally ill on the surface, but in fact he is fine.

Merely...... It's a deposed emperor with no real power.

"Don't look, spicy eyes."

Mu Xueyi said, covering the tiles back, and after a long time, the movement inside stopped.

Luo Yuchen's martial arts skills are extremely high, and his hearing is naturally good, so he looks away unnaturally.

Mu Xueyi's originally cold eyes showed a hint of playfulness, and whispered in his ear: "Do you want to try?" ”

Luo Yuchen didn't expect her to ask such a question, and she was instantly stunned, motionless, as if she was petrified.

The originally cold face was flushed.

And as if he had lost his voice, he couldn't say a word.

Mu Xueyi's eyes were a little cold, and she smiled playfully: "What, you don't want to?" ”

This sentence is to use internal force to transmit sound.

"No, it's not ......"

Luo Yuchen was blushing by her, and he didn't expect her to talk like this, which would make him completely unable to resist.

Seeing the man enter, Mu Xueyi restrained a little, uncovered the tiles again, and looked inside.

The sword in the man's hand slashed across the ground with a slight sound, witnessing the emperor's shocked expression, but still showing no mercy.

Kill the emperor directly.

The face under his mask was expressionless.

This is all self-inflicted by fashion, and it is not a pity to die.

The woman who had just dressed trembled, and she didn't dare to say anything, for fear that he would kill herself.

But he didn't look at her, and when he walked out of the palace, he shook the sword in his hand, and the candlestick fell, and the curtain of the bed that hung on the ground was set on fire.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

And Mu Xueyi had already left the moment he walked out of the dormitory.