"What happened?" Du Wei's voice came from behind her, and she didn't want to look back, but she also came out, standing at the door and looking out.

"It is estimated that Tsing Yi's face is to blame." Wuxin muttered, Du Wei heard and glanced at him, but Wuxin had already turned around, and the two just stood there watching Tsing Yi fight with the man.

But seeing the sword light flying, the sound of breaking the sky, Tsing Yi has recently improved his martial arts for some reason, although Du Wei is a layman, he can also see that he is much more ruthless now than in the past.

The man on the other side was dressed in a purple robe and covered with a fur coat of the same color, and just by looking at his dress, you could guess that he must be noble.

In Hokuban, only the royal family can wear purple clothes.

That person also made an extraordinary move, and the long sword in his hand moved towards the key point of Tsing Yi, and the two came and went, only to hear the sound of blades.

Wuxin had already seen that if Tsing Yi's body was a little slower, he was afraid that he would die under the opponent's sword on the spot, thinking of this, he quietly raised his toes and kicked up a piece of gravel on the ground.

The gravel instantly flew towards the young man in the purple robe, and the figure retreated sharply, taking advantage of the weakening of his attack, Du Wei shouted in a deep voice: "Stop! ”

Tsing Yi heard her voice and immediately stepped back, and the man in purple seemed to be unwilling, and hurriedly stepped forward after dodging the gravel, as if he wanted to continue to shoot.

Du Wei took a step forward suddenly, and actually blocked Tsing Yi behind him, seeing that the man's sword light was coming towards Du Wei, he unintentionally shouted beside him: "Don't be rude to the saint!" ”

This really worked, the man in purple froze, took the long sword and looked at Du Wei in front of him hesitantly.

This person is somewhat similar to King Fan, but his eyes are slightly similar to Tsing Yi, and Zhou's body exudes a rebellious aura, turning his eyes like a beast.

"Holy Maiden?" He looked her up and down, and finally took the long sword and saluted, "I've seen the holy woman." ”

Du Wei didn't pay attention to him, but turned her head and asked Tsing Yi, "Why did you do it with this person?" ”

Tsing Yi also accepted the long sword at this time and said respectfully: "My subordinates don't know." ”

A sharp light shot out of the purple-clothed man's eyes, "Fourth brother, I didn't expect you to disguise yourself like this, your father wanted you to stay in Hansha City as a hostage, you dared to go back privately, although I am my brother, but I can't shelter you, if you know each other, you can quickly restrain your hands and arrest you, and go to your father with the second brother to ask for sin, if not, your father will blame you, I'm afraid you can't afford to bear the guilt!" ”

Although the other party didn't say much, Du Wei, the little fox, immediately guessed the identity of the other party.

The second prince of King Fan, he also mistook Tsing Yi for the fourth prince He Mu Jingran.

"Presumably the second prince recognized the wrong person." Du Wei said gently.

The second prince smiled disdainfully and looked at Tsing Yi, "Admit your mistake? How could I be mistaken? Even if he changed his clothes, that face couldn't deceive people. ”

"But he is indeed not your fourth prince, He Mu Jingran." Du Wei said patiently, "He is just a guard next to me, I believe that everything was a misunderstanding just now, and now that I have said it, this kind of misunderstanding will definitely not happen again in the future." ”

The second prince obviously didn't believe it all, and was about to open his mouth to answer when he suddenly heard someone behind him: "King Fan has invited His Royal Highness the Holy Maiden to the banquet." ”

Du Wei smiled faintly at the second prince, straightened his sleeves, and left with Tsing Yi and Wuxin with the attendant.

The second prince looked at Tsing Yi's back, and his eyes were full of doubt.

Could it be that he really admitted his mistake? How is it possible, he originally thought that he could kill He Mu Jingran by the hand of the enemy this time, as long as he got rid of him, he was afraid that no second person would dare to compete with him for the position of the next king.

But just now the saint said that the man was the guard beside her...... Recalling the other party's moves when he did it just now, it seems that it is also different from He Mu Jingran, could it be that he really recognized the wrong person?

But this person looks too similar to He Mu Jingran.

Suddenly, a distant memory crossed his mind.

He remembered that when he was a child, he seemed to have heard his father mention that when the fourth brother was born, he had a twin brother, but he died at birth.

Could it be ......

No, unlikely.

Soon he denied the matter.

The Beifan tribe usually throws them directly into the mountains after the death of the tribe and allows the beasts to eat, so that the corpse can be fused with the beast and give birth to a strong beast in the next life.

Maybe it's just a coincidence, the second prince comforted himself so much.

At the banquet of the king.

Du Wei can be regarded as having seen the fierce folk customs of this clan.

There were no tables or chairs in the tent, and there were thick and beautiful blankets on the floor, and everyone sat on the floor, and the plates were full of meat.

The whole lamb has a sharp dagger stuck in it, which can be cut at any time by the person who eats it.

Du Wei's eyes wandered, but seeing that everyone was wearing weapons, she thought that if it was their emperor in this matter, she would have screamed in fright.

From time to time, people would come to her to toast, or throw grains of grain at her, or dip their fingers in wine, apply it to their own foreheads, and then bow down.

The corners of Du Wei's lips twitched slightly, trying to maintain the soft lines of her face.

Wuxin and Tsing Yi stood on both sides of her, but they heard her muttering faintly: "I wish you an early death and an early life......

Tsing Yi is used to being expressionless, but he has no intention of enduring it so hard that he has to fake cough to cover it up.

At the banquet, the performances of the fans also took turns, but they were not the songs and dances she often saw in the palace, but the dancing knives, or swallowing fire, or breaking stones in the chest.

The boulder smashed on the performer's chest, and there was a thud, and only her hairs stood on end, and even her heart ached.

The villain in Du Wei's heart hid her face and cried melancholy: What kind of world is this......

"Vier?" A soft male voice came from the head, "But the heart is uncomfortable again?" ”

raised his head, but saw King Feng Minghao standing there, with a look of worry in his eyes.

"It's fine." Du Wei smiled faintly, recovering the proper temperament of a saint, and her tone was full of detachment.

The hand holding the wine glass couldn't help but clench quietly, and the slightly cool touch of the wine glass came, which calmed him down slightly, and he lifted the hem of his robe and sat down beside her.

Looking at Du Wei's alien outfit, the king of England's heart was like a thorn, he couldn't swallow it, and he couldn't spit it out.

She is like a piece of jade, the more adversity she faces, the more she will be polished to sparkle, and every time she surprises him.

Maybe in the competition of throwing stones in the Zhou Mansion, he had planted her shadow in his heart, but he didn't realize it himself.

As time passed, that seed gradually took root, fed on his blood, used his heart as bait, and before he knew it, it actually took over his body.

"After the ten-day ceremony, the king will go back." Thinking that he might never see her again in the future, his heart couldn't help but feel empty.

But what he can't get, he doesn't want others to get, perhaps, this is the best ending.

He didn't want anything to disturb him until he took that seat, so he might as well leave her here for now, and when the dust settled, he would quietly send someone to take her back to the palace.

The beauty of the country is hearty, and he doesn't want to let it go.