"Princess, please save the prince!"

The old housekeeper of the Regent Palace's trembling body broke into Xi Yue's small building, his old face was wrinkled with worry, his face was already full of tears, he trembled and knelt down and kowtowed, which made Murong Xi stunned.

The old housekeeper touched a handful of tears and said: "The prince was beaten by the concubine in order to ask for a royal doctor for the mother, and he was punished and kneeled in the courtyard, the old slave was afraid, afraid that the prince's body would not be able to bear it!" ”

Murong Xi was stunned.

Did the man kneel for being beaten and punished?

Murong Xi, who should have been happy, was suddenly in a trance.

"Princess?"

"Yezi, change the clothes for the main palace."

"Princess!"

Seeing that Murong Xi lifted the brocade quilt and was about to get out of bed, Ye Zi was so shocked that he hurried to help, his eyes were full of worry.

But Murong Xi didn't say much, and only sat down in front of the dresser to put on his makeup.

The old butler and the imperial doctor behind him all retreated.

Murong Xi looked at himself in the mirror.

The skin is still sickly white, there is not much emotion in a pair of eyes, the long hair like a feather naturally droops, and a goose egg face has been overwhelmed by the country without powder, just like the day she got married.

Murong Xi changed his bedclothes for himself by Ye Zi, put on a red brocade long skirt, pulled up his long hair, and drew his eyebrows and lips.

She got up and headed for the palace.

Murong Xi didn't want to owe anyone, especially Mu Qing.

The carriage rode the blood-red of the setting sun towards the palace.

Murong Xi was dignified, and he walked into Yanqing Palace step by step, making Mu Qing, who was pale and could barely maintain his upright and conscious face in the courtyard, couldn't help but be stunned.

He stared blankly to the side.

The big red figure flew over the skirt, with bursts of floating dark fragrance, and in the sunset, the girl's side face was dyed a little gilded, which looked so beautiful and so distant.

The sound of clothes started, and the woman who seemed to be a nine-day Xuannu knelt straight beside her, without saying a word, and the palace maid on the side saw Murong Xi and hurriedly entered the main hall to tell Concubine Gao.

Murong Xi was still arrogant, and only turned back to the person beside him: "Help the regent return to his house." ”

The woman's cold voice rolled into her ears with the thunder in the sky, making Mu Qing a little inaudible.

The palace maid beside him didn't dare to move, and Murong Xi spoke again: "Help the regent return to his house." ”

With his last strength, Mu Qing grabbed Murong Xi's wrist and exclaimed, "Murong Xi, you!" ”

The man's slender hand kept trembling, without the warmth it had before, and the coldness frightened her.

The dark clouds on the horizon gradually gathered together, the dazzling lightning slammed down, illuminating the faces of the two people pale, the wind in the autumn was cold and biting, Mu Qing, who had been kneeling for an afternoon, was like a ghost, and his long hair was a little scattered, but a pair of eyes looked at the person beside him steadily.

"Don't get me wrong." Murong Xi's voice was soft, but it pierced Mu Qing's heart like a needle, "This palace doesn't want to owe anyone, especially you. ”

The icy rain suddenly poured on his face, and the gorgeous long dress was immediately wet.

The body that had just recovered from a serious illness trembled slightly, but it still looked firmly at the main hall.

"Murong Xi!"

"Why do you hate this king......" Mu Qing's voice murmured, the hot pain on his back made him blur his consciousness, and the question that had been lingering in his heart was asked.

Murong Xi didn't speak, only quietly looked at the pale face of the man in the rain.

Concubine Gao was supported by the maid to the door of the hall and saw two people kneeling side by side.

Seeing that his son still refused to let go of Murong Xi's sleeve, the hand that tightened Murong Xi's sleeve was angry at the moment, and the low roar rolled over with thunder.

"If you want to kneel, you will always kneel down for this palace!"

"Fu the regent returns home." Murong Xi's voice sounded clearly, and the guards on the side couldn't care about anything else, and quickly helped the man who had stiffened his body and blurred his consciousness to put on a heavy cloak.

Mu Qing raised her hand to pull the corner of her clothes, but the whole person passed out.

Murong Xi got up, but heard the concubine Gao behind him shouting: "Murong Xi! Don't think it's still Murong now! ”

"That palace is still the ninth princess of Murong Kingdom." Murong Xi's eyes were pale, and in the rainy night, Murong Xi's eyes were cold, which frightened Concubine Gao for a moment.

"Concubine Gao fell in love with Ah Xi's identity, and she was also afraid, wasn't she."

——Now the four kingdoms are in full power, Murong, Mu, Shengjing, and Later Tang, only Murong is the strongest.

Concubine Gao didn't dare to gamble with her son's country!

"Murong Xi, this palace can tell your father that you died of a sudden serious illness, and there is no need for you to threaten this palace here."

Murong Xi sneered, and only said calmly: "The fact that the concubine Niangniang used Ah Xi's identity to rebel is well known. “

"Boom-"!

Suddenly a thunderclap sounded in the sky.

Murong Xi's eyes were illuminated by lightning, and his voice was blurred in the rain, but it hit Concubine Gao like a magic sound.

"Even if Hongu is dead, you and your son will be buried for Hongu!"

"You!" Concubine Gao was so angry that her face was so blue that she almost fainted, but she saw a little eunuch running at the door in a hurry.

He shouted in his mouth that the emperor was scared when he first recovered from a serious illness, and asked Murong Xi to accompany him in the Heart Cultivation Palace.

Concubine Gao gritted her teeth and hurriedly closed the door of Yanqing Palace.

Murong Xi was puzzled.