After returning to her dormitory, the more Qi Yue thought about it, the more wrong it became, Rong Huan's gloomy face gradually enlarged in her mind, and the uneasiness in her heart gradually amplified.

The people sent out by Rong Huan in the past few days have returned in vain, Rong Xun is like a weekday, he is closed in the house on weekdays, and occasionally goes out, and he also spends all day drinking with fox friends and dog friends on the surface.

also left the title of a merry prince in the market, but behind this title, there are also people chewing the root of their tongues: they are all the prince's own brothers, and now the emperor of Daqi has snatched away the favorite concubine around the prince, and the prince has become like this.

Gossip is inevitable, but gradually, the gossip gradually turns sour.

Some people say that Rong Huan robbed Rong Xun's favorite concubine;

Some people say that Rong Huan seized Rong Xun's military power;

Some people also said that Rong Huan robbed Rong Xun of the throne that originally belonged to Rong Xun......

In the market, there are mixed fish and dragons, but when I hear such a letter, regardless of whether there is evidence or evidence, it spreads like this.

One spread of ten, ten to hundred, and it reached Rong Huan's ears very quickly.

At that time, Rong Huan was sitting in Qi Yue's Qiluan Pavilion, holding a book, dangling on the swing frame, and Liuhuo reported the news to him in one ear.

Rong Huan finally raised his head from the book after hearing the news clearly, squinted his eyes, and stretched his waist: "I see my brother, it's finally time to do it." ”

Qi Yue, who was peeling grapes on the side, froze his hand and looked at the man on the swing frame fixedly: "You...... What do you want to do to Rong Xun? ”

"How can she release the news to him like this, it is equivalent to rebellion, and it is a big crime to punish the nine clans." Rong Huan closed the book and looked back at Qi Yue.

At this time, Qi Yue's face was completely bloodless, and she was all frightened by Rong Huan's words just now - Rong Xun will die.

"Hahaha," looking at Qi Yue's appearance, Rong Huan suddenly smiled again, "How can it really be the Nine Clans, I'm also his brother, aren't I?" ”

Rong Huan returned to the posture he had just now, sat on the swing frame, and looked at the book in his hand for a while.

In Qi Yue and Liuhuo's opinion, Rong Huan didn't seem to want to do it for the time being.

It's just that he can hold it down here, but Yun Huan can't hold it down on his side.

She was afraid that her brothers would kill each other, so she went to visit Rong Xun early one morning.

Rong Xun changed his previous flying appearance, but he looked like he was sick, and his face looked haggard.

Seeing Yun Huan coming, he still pulled out a smile that was not very good-looking.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Yun Huan looked at Rong Xun in surprise.

"It's not a serious illness, it's just a little cold, and it will be fine in a few days." The wry smile on Rong Xun's face never faded.

Looking at his brother's sick appearance, the words that had already reached his lips were not spoken in the end, and when Yun Huan was about to return to the palace after a few words, he was kept by Rong Xun again.

Rong Xun's eyes were a little red, and against the backdrop of his pale skin, he looked like a terminally ill patient.

"Yun Huan, can you, let me meet Qi Yue, just see one side......"

Yun Huan had never seen his proud brother say such a request to her almost pleadingly.