Murong Lingche froze in place, a wry smile on the corner of his mouth. In twenty-five years, I have never been so out of shape in front of a woman. He only realized today that he was really in love with her...

Maybe it's from the first sight. She was dressed in a red wedding dress, with long hair in a shawl, and rode on a white horse, and just like that, she came to him under the gaze of the crowd. At that moment, he had a strange affection for her...

During the worship ceremony, she playfully slammed him on the head, he has always been the embodiment of the ghost-faced Shura, and no woman has ever dared to provoke him like that, except for her...

On the night of the candle in the cave room, she broke through the wind with a dagger in her hand, and even used beauty tricks to confuse herself, just for the opportunity to unsheath the silver needle... For the first time, she felt at ease when she learned that her bloodthirsty eyes were never directed at her, that they were not enemies...

He raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking in the direction in which she had disappeared for a long time. Woman, you can't run away...

The Imperial Study of the Purple Feather Palace.

"Today, I have deeply realized what it means to be a man, not as good as the sky. Originally, Xiao Yan was seriously ill, and for me, it was the best opportunity to take back his military power. Who knew that a Murong Lingche was killed halfway..."

With a "bang", the things on the dragon case were shattered, and the ground was full of falling copywriting, and Murong in a bright yellow dragon robe was shocked, and his anger was rising in a straight line. The chief eunuch on the side was standing quietly in fear, not daring to provoke the angry Son of Heaven.

Prime Minister Yan Su stood with his hands underneath, his face unshocked, "Princess Ling has set off to the Valley of Dreams to find the Youlan Grass to relieve Xiao Yan's poison. Although I don't know who ordered the 'Youxian San', it can be regarded as helping us indirectly. No matter what, I can't let her come back alive..."A hand slowly stroked his half-length beard, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

"Then this matter will be handed over to the prime minister." The big hand in the long sleeve squeezed it fiercely, and his face was ruthless. Princess Ling, it's the path you have chosen, don't blame me for being ruthless, if you want to blame, you can only blame you for being Murong Lingche's princess...

"Can the prime minister know Xiao Luoyu's whereabouts?" The anger gradually dissipated, and his face became calm.

"Xiao Luoyu has evaporated from the world since yesterday, and no one knows his whereabouts. As soon as Xiao Luojue came back, Xiao Yan fell ill, and Xiao Luoyu disappeared. Your Majesty, is there any inside story in this? ”

"No matter what the secret is in, Xiao Luoyu is missing, it's best never to come back..."The voice was low, and an evil smile climbed up the corners of his mouth, and he picked up the teacup on the dragon case casually, and pinched it fiercely, leaving only fragments in his hand, and the water splashed. Murong Lingche, I want to get rid of the people around you one by one...

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes shone brightly, "Chen understands." ”

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Mu Zhiyu was dressed in a lilac dress, the long black hair on her head was gently pulled up with a thin pink hairband, a silver hairpin lay on it, and the broken hair on her temples floated quietly in the wind. only wears a little light makeup, and a simple and neat dress, but it is also high-spirited, and it can't hide the charming charm at all.

Riding a handsome white horse, his whole body exudes an icy aura, which makes people salivate but dare not blaspheme. is in response to Xiao Luoyu's words, an absolute iceberg beauty.

Next to Ling Feng was dressed in white, flying with the wind, his head full of green silk was tightly tied behind his head, and there was a wisp of oblique bangs on his forehead, looking dashing, flamboyant and evil. With sword eyebrows and starry eyes, thin lips and moderate lips, he was already handsome and dignified, and he did not have the pretense of coldness in the past, but at this moment he revealed his true nature without scruples. Holding a sharp sword in his left hand, he raised his whip in his right hand and followed Mu Zhiyu.

The task of his trip was to protect the princess's safety as much as possible, find the orchid grass, and rush back to the imperial city within a certain period of time to rescue General Xiao. Although he knew that the secret guards who would be following the prince behind him, he didn't dare to relax at all. Ahead, or in the dark, it's hard to tell the danger. And the princess is the most important person of the prince, and she is the person he guards with his life.

The sky gradually became dark. Night is quietly falling.

"Madam, in the wilderness, it is difficult to walk at night, let's find a place to rest for the night, and then hurry tomorrow." Ling Feng called her Mrs. outside according to Mu Zhiyu's request.

"It's fine. See if there's a good place to rest ahead. ”

Stepping on the moonlight, the sound of horses' hooves in two places gradually drifted away. Ahead, there was a light coming from the city, indicating that there were people living there.

Looking for the light past, it is a simple inn. In the wilderness, it is also rare to have an inn for guests to settle down.

Ling Feng tightened the sword in his hand, remained vigilant, and took the lead in entering the inn. There are only a few tables and chairs in the hall, and there are two tables of guests sitting and eating, who look dusty and should be people who are traveling at night.

Scanning the surroundings, nothing unusual was found. retreated outside the house, nodded at Mu Zhiyu, and the two then entered the inn.

The shopkeeper saw a guest coming in, and ran over to entertain him enthusiastically, "Are the two guest officers sharpening or staying in the hotel?" ”

"Let's have a few delicious meals and prepare two rooms."

Mu Zhiyu's indifferent eyes did not have any emotion in them, and he stood quietly in place, and Ling Feng on the side replied.

"Okay. You may be seated. As he spoke, he walked over to a table and wiped the table and two stools with the rag in his hand.

After a while, a few simple side dishes were served. Ling Feng glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he said in a low voice, "Madam, borrow your silver hairpin." ”

The corners of Mu Zhiyu's lips rose slightly, and he whispered lightly, "It is worthy of being a person under Murong Lingche, and his mind is careful enough." ”

As he spoke, he quietly took out a few small silver needles from his sleeve, and with a wave of his hand, he threw them into the meal accurately, with just the right strength, only revealing a small head.

"No problem." Mu Zhiyu only spit out this sentence lightly, and began to eat.

The guest room is two adjoining rooms on the far edge of the second floor, and after eating, the two of them went into the room to rest.

The night was quiet and deep, the moonlight was clear and cold, and a cool breeze blew in through the window. Mu Zhiyu walked to the window, closed the window, turned around and walked to the table, and gently blew out the candle.

After trekking all the way, I am lying in bed at the moment, but I can't sleep. The cold figure unconsciously appeared in his mind, he looked at himself gently, and said softly, he was sincere...

The smile is like a brilliant flower blooming on the face, the crescent-like arc is hooked from the corner of the mouth, a blush quietly climbs up and stretches from the root of the ear, and the heart is like a deer.

Although she is twenty-two years old in the 21st century, she has devoted herself to the barracks since she was a child, and she is like a newborn for men and women. It's not that no one chased me before, but I haven't been moved, so I naturally don't know what love is.

And after the soul traveled to ancient times, because of nature, since the ability to protect himself, except for magpies and Mama Su, he has always been indifferent to people, and he feels extremely cold. I can face anything calmly, but in front of the ghost-faced prince, I lost my original calm...

Mu Zhiyu's eyes were unusually bright in the dark night, but his heart became hazy. Even she herself is not sure what it feels like to have a heart for him, from the disdain at the beginning, to the admiration and sympathy later, and then to the present...

The stars shimmer in the distance, the moonlight is flawless, and the fluorescence is circulating. It was supposed to be a harmonious and romantic night, but it was ruined by a murderous aura.

In the lobby of the inn, dozens of men in black with extraordinary skills rushed in through the window, but before going upstairs, they were blocked by five people who suddenly appeared in the night sky. Both sides were highly trained masters, and for a moment, the speed of the sword collision was as fast as lightning, accompanied by the sound of the fierce wind.

Ling Feng's vigorous figure, who heard the sound, jumped down from the second floor and joined the team of five. Although the number of black-clothed people falling to the ground was increasing, the number was far superior to that of the other party, and for a while, Ling Feng's six people did not have the upper hand.

Dozens of silver needles pierced the night sky, swishing into the body of the man in black with the sound of the wind. In the moonlight, you can clearly see the lilac figure, accompanied by bloodthirsty eyes, and standing in the wind with long hair. With a turn of cold eyes, one flew and jumped lightly from the upstairs to the ground, like a fairy.

Seeing that there was not much left of the men in black, they suddenly heard a loud and beautiful flute sound passing through their ears, and those men in black suddenly held their heads in their hands, their faces twitched, as if they were in pain.

Mu Zhiyu and the others stopped what they were doing, stood still on the spot, and watched the black-clothed men fall to the ground in pain and die in confusion.

The door opened gently, and a man in a dark red python robe walked in from the outside, where he walked through, the cold wind drifted by, and the powerful aura gave people a terrifying majesty, but it was not as cold as Murong Lingche, and it was difficult to approach.

As the dark red figure gradually approached, he began to see his face clearly.

Xin's long body was further strengthened by a dark red robe, with straight curves and long strands of hair floating above his head. The outline is profound, the eyes are narrow and long, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are slightly thick, and the handsome face pulls out a bewitching smile, and the arrogant and invisible pressure hits Mu Zhiyu and the others.

However, despite the strong aura, it could not deter Murong Lingche's secret guards and Mu Zhiyu, who was a female special forces.

Mu Zhiyu raised his head and looked directly at the man's face, the corners of his mouth twitched lightly, "Childe's flute sound is superb, I'm afraid there is no second person in this world." ”

"The girl has won the prize." The man's voice is magnetic, low and seductive.