In the Jingyang Palace, Murong Shuo stood in the courtyard. He pulled out the long sword in his hand and stared at it for a few seconds, and turned the long sword in his hand as Shangguan Jing danced the sword. He felt that he was more and more like her now, a little scary, and even her would always appear in front of him. A smile is deeply embedded in my mind.

In the past, he carried a jade flute in his hand and could afford to play a pleasant little song. Now he can also hold a long sword, miss the old man, and imitate her posture.

It's been more than a year, and Murong Shuo will go to the place where Shangguan Jing disappeared by himself from time to time to go around a few times, and he hopes that God can favor him and let him meet her again.

However, every time, one person goes out and one person returns.

Murong Shuo put his sword into the sheath and stood in place with a wooden face, panting softly.

It's been a long time...... He didn't wear a sword anymore.

"Your Royal Highness, the noble concubine Niangniang, please enter the palace for a while." Ling Feng had been standing in the distance and watching Murong Shuo until he had withdrawn his long sword.

"Is there any news of Ah Jing?" Murong Shuo asked a little excitedly.

Ling Feng lowered his head slightly and was silent.

Seeing this, Murong Shuo was naturally clear. The feeling of loss in my heart couldn't help but come to my heart.

"Your Highness, don't think about it anymore, we have been leading people to look for the place where Jing Gongzi fell off the cliff this year, and almost turned over the entire bottom of the cliff, but we still haven't found any trace of Jing Gongzi. You...... You still ......" Ling Feng wanted to persuade Murong Shuo, but when he raised his head to meet Murong Shuo's sharp eyes, he swallowed the last sentence stiffly.

"Let's go, let's go to the palace." Murong Shuo said softly.

Ling Feng nodded, and didn't persuade him anymore. He knew Murong Shuo's stubborn temper very well, if it was something he decided or someone to wait for, he would definitely do it, and he would wait. He's always been that kind of person.

Murong Shuo rushed to the palace non-stop, he didn't know what Murong Ruolan was looking for him now. Although it was only a description of entering the palace according to what Ling Feng said, the true meaning of it was unknown.

"See His Royal Highness."

Tao Yao, the palace maid in charge of Youlan Pavilion, walked in front of Murong Shuo with steps, although the person was far away, the voice had already reached his ears.

Tao Yao bowed her head on her knees, this is the basic rule. Even if she was also the one who walked out of the Jingyang Palace, she was also well-behaved when she saw Murong Shuo.

Murong Shuo looked at Tao Yao and asked, "Where is Sister A?" ”

Tao Yao bent down and bowed to the front of the road, and said, "Your Royal Highness, Niang Niang is in the dormitory, and she has been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Murong Shuo responded lightly, holding his sword and holding his hand, and walked into the hall with steps.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, a strong smell of herbs rushed into his nose, which was very punchy.

Murong Shuo furrowed his brows, and a wave of uneasiness welled up in his heart.

He quickened his pace and walked into the inner hall, and the door of the inner hall was not guarded by the inner chamberlain, and Murong Shuo pushed in.

Murong Ruolan sat on the dresser, with a tray on her right hand, on which was a silver medicine bowl, the medicine had been drunk, and only scattered medicine residues remained.

Murong Ruolan had already seen Murong Shuo through the bronze mirror.

She combed her long hair and stared at the bronze mirror, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Sister......" Murong Shuo called her gently.

Murong Ruolan was still holding her hair up, over and over again.

"Ah Shuo, look at me...... Isn't it a lot haggard? Murong Ruolan spoke weakly.

"Nope! Sister is still the former sister, and she is the person I respect the most. ”

Murong Ruolan smiled bitterly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

He gently put down the comb, picked a silver step decorated with orchids, and inserted a pair of silver hairpins on the back bun, elegant and elegant.

Murong Ruolan Xisu only wore a gorgeous dress once in her life, and that was only when she was named the imperial concubine.

Murong Chen insisted on making her a concubine, and it was from then on that she became enemies with the Empress Dowager Leng Yang.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Murong Ruolan took a long breath and seemed to chuckle.

"It's okay, I just miss you a little."

Of course, Murong Shuo would not believe her words.

"Sister, did Your Majesty do something to make you unhappy again?"

Murong Ruolan shook her head and did not answer.

Murong Shuo secretly clenched his fists.