However, before her fist touched the little girl, the phantom of the little girl dissipated.

After that, it's the scene where I'm standing on the edge of a cliff. What he holds in his hand is his short sword, that short sword, which they have always said is a murder weapon!

"Lord Wang! What do you want! ”

His hands were suddenly grabbed with a strong force, and a tingling pain came from his chest.

Zhuang Wanqin came back to her senses, but she fell into Xu Ruqing's anxious eyes at a glance. His eyes lit up with anxiety and fear, as if the treasure he had just found was about to be lost again.

His lips trembled slightly, and his eyes were slightly red.

When he looked down, he saw that the man's hands were tightly clenched into his own. And in his hand, it was the short sword he was holding.

Wherever the tip of the sword pointed, there was already red blood gushing out. In Zhuang Wanqin's white skin, a little cinnabar mole is reflected.

Her belly pocket wasn't completely off, it just showed the part of the scar. There was still a quilt covering it underneath, but Xu Ruqing's movements were too big, which made Zhuang Wanqin struggle unconsciously, and the quilt had already slipped to the navel at this time.

The skin as white as snow looked delicate against the light green sheets. It's just that there's more to the horse than just a scar on the chest.

Deep and shallow, large and small, all of them are scars of all kinds......

Also, she used to be the one who fought on the battlefield. Moreover, he is accustomed to infiltrating the enemy's camp to take the head of the person.

Feeling Zhuang Wanqin's struggle, Xu Ruqing moved his gaze to Zhuang Wanqin's face again. Her face did not have the annoyance of a woman being seen by a man, but frowned slightly, and her body trembled slightly.

"You let me go."

Maybe it's because she's disheveled now, and she's less domineering. Now she looks like she is just a woman in Xu Ruqing, a woman who still needs the care and care of others.

Yes, for a long time, that person appeared in front of people with a strong face, and almost made people forget that she was just a woman.

Now, seeing Zhuang Wanqin like this, I remembered that she was once spoiled by her as a prince, and her face was a little hot.

"Did you hear me speak? Let go of me, I'm cold ......"

The last two words, Zhuang Wanqin said helplessly, but Xu Ruqing was even more embarrassed when he heard it. just cared about preventing her from sticking a sword into her heart, and forgot to help her cover the quilt.

Xu Ruqing snatched the short sword that almost killed her from her hand, threw it far away with one hand, and helped Zhuang Wanqin cover the quilt with two hands.

Looking at Zhuang Wanqin, who now only had one head left outside, Xu Ruqing suddenly remembered the conversation between the two of them just now. So, the heartfelt son began to ask Zhuang Wanqin what he thought again.

"Well, this time you are done with the comparison, believe what we say."

Xu Ruqing looked at Zhuang Wanqin's somewhat discouraged expression, and suddenly felt how she hadn't found this person so cute. This kind of confused and somewhat puzzled look is like a little baby who can't find its way, and people can't help but laugh.

Indeed, Xu Ruqing also smiled.

It's just that what he smiled at was not Zhuang Wanqin's expression, but Zhuang Wanqin's inner recognition of her own identity. She doesn't have any rejection of her identity anymore, so it doesn't matter if she can't remember what happened before.

Those dirty things that she repels, let him deal with them.

"Lord Wang?"

Xu Ruqing tried to scream, but saw that Zhuang Wanqin really didn't reject it, but just continued to frown, as if she was thinking about something, obediently, and let Xu Ruqing talk nonsense.

In fact, Zhuang Wanqin really didn't hear what Xu Ruqing was saying now, she only knew that her brain was very confused. She tried to make sense of all of this, but she didn't know enough to connect the pieces.

Are those pictures that appear in front of her eyes, originally she thought that it was because she heard about that person's deeds, so she thought about it day and night. What I see is just a dream.

But now? Almost all of them can prove that it is true, and he is really the prince.

It's the one, a little weak, a little stubborn, and the prince who makes him very unappreciated!

"Didn't you say you could find evidence to expose the face of Xuanyi? What about the evidence? ”

Hearing Zhuang Wanqin's words, Xu Ruqing knew that she was completely relieved, and hurriedly got up and went to her study to get evidence. If she hadn't shown those things while she was still interested, she probably wouldn't have had a chance in the future.

His steps were a little flustered, but that didn't affect his efficiency.

Zhuang Wanqin felt that she was just lying on the bed for a short while, and before she even sorted out her basic thoughts, Xu Ruqing came to her bed again.

His eyes drifted down his body, and he saw a roll of bamboo slips in his hand.

It seems that it should be Zhuhua's recital.

It's just that she asked him to get the evidence of Xuanyi's betrayal of himself, what did he do with a concerto?

"Do you know that you are actually the authentic royal blood of the Nan Kingdom. And the person who sits on the throne now is actually born to your father and his ex-lover. Moreover, I found the whereabouts of his lover, in your father's country. ”

Zhuang Wanqin really didn't know this, she didn't think of anything about her and Zhuang Wanyan's life experience. All she knew was that they were twins. It's just that, now it seems that the two of them don't look alike.

With a full stomach full of doubts, Zhuang Wanqin took the piece handed to her, opened it and read it carefully.

It's just that the originally calm and waveless eyes gradually set off stormy waves. The words on the piece were like one sharp sword after another, stabbed into one's heart.

It turned out that the reason why Nanguo was attacked by Zhuhua was because Xuanyi told Emperor Zhuhua about the situation of the moat. Moreover, she also tried her best to persuade Emperor Zhuhua to send troops to attack Nanguo, and also despised Nanguo's system of equality between men and women in the recital.

Those things were deeply engraved on the bamboo slips, so that even if Zhuang Wanqin wanted to ignore them, he couldn't lie to himself.

The mark on it that belonged to Xuanyi was too obvious, so she didn't dare to take another look.

With a snap, the bamboo slip fell to the ground. Flowing down the river were Zhuang Wanqin's tears.

She remembered some more, remembered how she trusted Xuanyi when she was in Nanguo, all her plans Xuanyi knew, and all its secrets Xuanyi knew well.

But now it seems that it is just a matter of luring the wolf into the house.

It's ridiculous that she is still immersed in the dreams she has made......