Mu Zhiyu was the only one left in the wide house, she looked around casually, there was no trace of red, it seemed that Murong Lingche didn't plan to let herself in here before, but why did she change her attention halfway?

After three days of long journey, his body was also tired, and thinking that the ghost-faced prince would not be able to return to the room at least at night, Mu Zhiyu quickly rushed to the bed and lay down, "I didn't expect Murong Lingche's bed to be quite comfortable." As he spoke, his eyes closed.

All day, Murong Lingche had been toasting in the hall, he really hated this kind of boring entertainment, but he still forced himself to endure it. Finally, at night, leaving Ling Feng and Ling Xuan in charge of the overall situation, he left first.

I have to say that his alcohol consumption is very good, and he has no drunkenness, thinking of the figure he saw during the day, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, and his steps became faster.

When he arrived at the front of the room, Murong Ling Che remembered what Ling Xuan had said before, the rumored timid and cowardly Mu Zhiyu actually showed bloodthirsty eyes in front of the killer, and her whole body exuded a murderous aura, she knew martial arts, and it was not low. Pushed open the door and walked inside.

What was reflected in front of Murong Lingche's eyes was the red figure lying quietly on his bed, his eyes were closed, and the broken hair on his forehead gently floated on his face, his face was ruddy at this time, like a ripe cherry, exuding an alluring aura.

He knew in his heart that this woman had to guard against it, the woman who had always been as timid as a mouse suddenly became bloodthirsty and secretly had profound martial arts, why did the emperor, who had always been taboo about him, suddenly give her a marriage to him, and there would be any conspiracy between them. In any case, he could not tolerate the slightest disadvantage to himself.

Slowly move your feet towards the bed.

Mu Zhiyu suddenly felt the man's cold breath slowly approaching, and she didn't even feel his breath when he entered the house, so, is this ghost-faced prince's martial arts strong enough?

Picked up the dagger hidden in the quilt without a trace, his eyes opened suddenly, he jumped up, and the hand holding the dagger swung towards the man quickly, the blade broke out of the air with a fierce wind, and the man dodged the sharp weapon at a faster speed, and his hand went straight to the white neck.

Mu Zhiyu felt the dangerous aura on the man's body, and suddenly took out a few silver needles from his sleeve and threw them straight at him, Murong Lingche's eyes narrowed, his body flashed neatly, and he skillfully dodged the silver needles that kept being fired, and his palm was forced, converging into a stream of air to knock the dagger in the woman's hand to the ground.

The eyes were full of coldness, a flying body, quickly arrived in front of the woman, one hand clasped the slender waist, the other hand against the white and smooth chin, the warm touch kept coming, suddenly blowing into the woman's ear, the sudden damp heat made Mu Zhiyu's body tremble, and his eyes looked at the smiling bewitching and evil man with fierce resentment.

"Are you really the rumored cowardly 'broom star' Mu Zhiyu?" There was a bit of interest in his tone, his eyes were half-squinted, and his whole body exuded a cold aura, "The martial arts are strong, and the moves are deadly murderous, is it that other people's eyes are too clumsy, or are you hiding it too well?" ”

The whole body was imprisoned in the man's arms and couldn't move, Mu Zhiyu couldn't help but sigh that the martial arts of this ghost-faced prince were not a little above her, and suddenly raised a beautiful smile, "What does the prince think?" Shouldn't the prince know everything about my condition? ”

"This king has underestimated you."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "The rumored King Ling is known as Shura, cold-blooded and brutal, and now when I see it, it's just like that, which shows the rumors." ”

"Oh? I would like to know what you think of him. Suddenly, he pushed the woman closer to him, and at this moment the bodies of the two were tightly pressed together, and he lowered his head and looked closely into the woman's eyes.

"What kind of answer does King Ling want to hear?" One hand was raised and slowly stroked the man's neck, and the soft and delicate little hand slowly slid down the man's bare chest, with a bewitching smile, and a delicate voice came out gently, "Gao Leng... Handsome... Overbearing... Or is it sexy? ”

A silver needle suddenly appeared in the middle of the other hand, and his eyes narrowed slightly, heading straight for the man's abdomen, but it was tightly grasped by the man's hand before it was launched.

Looking at the woman's stunned gaze, but without a trace of fear, the man's cold voice came out, "It's late at night, the princess should have a good rest." ”

After speaking, he let go of the imprisoned woman's hands, turned around and walked out the door.

"I hope the princess can abide by her duties in the palace." His steps paused at the doorway, and with a low voice, he stepped into the darkness.

In the dark study, the candlelight was flickering, and the slender figure sat in front of the desk, constantly flipping through the information in his hand, and his deep eyes were surging with unknown feelings.

"Mu Zhiyu, female, fifteen years old, the daughter of Prime Minister Luo Xiguo. Because of the death of the biological mother of the dystocia guide at birth, it happened that a traveling Fang Taoist passed by and left a sentence: 'This girl will have the life of a relative'. Since then, he has been spurned and called 'broom star', his father is not hurt, Erniang is not loved, and he has suffered a lot of grievances in the house. The whereabouts of the only eldest brother who loved her five years ago are unknown, and since then the name of 'Broom Star' has become even worse. Since childhood, he has developed a cowardly and timid character that is obedient and submissive.

The information obtained through the investigation of his subordinates is indeed the case, this princess should not be fake, and under your nose, it should be impossible to disguise. But the subordinates couldn't figure out why the difference between before and after was so big, it was like two people. ”

Ling Feng stood respectfully in front and whispered the news from the inquiry.

Murong Lingche closed the information, his slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

"Your analysis is correct, she is indeed Mu Zhiyu."

"Then why..."

"It is not her responsibility for her mother to die in childbirth, and the words of that Taoist priest determine her miserable life." There was a flash of fierceness in his eyes, "How can you live in such a situation without a little protection." ”

"If she has so much ability, why was she willing to endure bullying before?"

Murong Lingche frowned slightly, he couldn't figure it out when he thought about it, and spit out a sentence for a long time, "Maybe I didn't have the capital to protect myself before, or maybe I thought of that pitiful family affection." Bitterness flashed in his eyebrows, and he was not like this.

Ling Feng knew that the prince must have thought of himself, so he just stood silently on the side, not breaking the peace of that moment.

"Ling Feng, go down. I want to be alone and quiet. ”

"Yes." Ling Feng suddenly disappeared into the night.

Murong Lingche sat quietly, the woman who was different flashed in his mind, "I hope you and I are not enemies." ”

Mu Zhiyu was in a predicament after Murong Lingche left.

That man's martial arts are obviously above himself, but he has repeatedly tricked him, he obviously found out but did not embarrass himself, what does the sentence he left when he leave? Did he admit his place in the palace? As long as he abides by his duty and does not deter his interests, he can be this Princess Ling with peace of mind.

It seems that the legendary Ghost-faced Lord is not so bloodthirsty, since this is the case, his situation in King Ling's Mansion could not be better. It seems that it is necessary for him to show his feelings, he will never threaten him, and he will not be hostile to himself in the future, and it is inevitable that they will meet often when they live under the same roof in the future, which is better than the constant suspicion of the two.

That man is too powerful, I'm afraid that the person who goes against him will not end well, so he won't be stupid enough to be that kind of Cheng dù.

When you really meet your lover in the future, or the real mistress of this palace appears, you can say goodbye peacefully. When I think about it, I think my life is really good now. It's so much happier than staying in the same home as before.

Mu Zhiyu couldn't help but smirk, and secretly decided to go to Murong Lingche to make his position clear when it was dawn.

The wax oil was silently low, but this night, it was two people sleepless......