After that, Xuanyu was personally escorted back to the palace where he lived before, although he was forced to stay in Erzhong for several years, this Yuhua Hall is still exactly the same as when he left, even the servants inside have not been changed, the inside is wiped clean, the dust is clean, the overall layout is luxurious and exquisite, and the bed is covered with a delicate silkworm quilt.

"Let him rest for the night." Seeing that Zi Lao and the others wanted to stay and guard it personally, Murong Su sighed, it was not easy for them.

"You all go back and rest, I'll just stay alone." Zi Lao waved his hand, it was impossible to really leave, and he didn't plan to leave until Xuanyu woke up.

Who knows if something will happen in between.

Seeing that he insisted, Murong Su no longer persuaded him, the Ghost Emperor had not returned, and she did not plan to leave.

"It's okay, there are so many of us, but we disturbed the rest of the Second Highness, so it will be hard for Zi Lao and Murong Nephew." The elders looked at each other, nodded, and retreated.

The entire Yuhua Hall was extremely quiet, and Murong Su leaned on the soft couch next to him to meditate, and the whole person was tired from this busyness.

When it was close to the wee hours of the morning, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the Yuhua Palace, and Murong Xu and Zi Lao Huo Ran woke up in shock, and they couldn't wait to get up, but they saw the Ghost Emperor dragging Xuantian, who was covered in blood, standing outside the main hall.

"I'm a little injured, take it down and get some rest." The Ghost Emperor said lightly, and handed Xuantian, who was seriously injured, to Zi Lao.

Murong Su next to him glanced at the man up and down, and saw that he was fine, so he put his mind at ease, and then looked at Xuantian next to him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, he was so seriously injured, and he was a little injured?

"I'll show him first." Murong Su was about to check Xuantian's wound, but was pulled into his arms by the man.

"I can't die, accompany the deity to rest." After the Ghost Emperor finished speaking, without saying a word, he swept Murong Su towards the direction of the Qingzhu courtyard.

Xuanyu injured the little woman to treat him, as for this man, a little bit of flesh and skin, plus the special location of the wound, he was reluctant to Murong Su to do it himself.

Zi Lao stood in place, opened his mouth, and finally couldn't say a word, although the girl was his apprentice, with this great god, he had no status as a master at all.

Back in the Qingzhu courtyard, the two washed and fell asleep hugging each other, this was the first time Murong Su took the initiative to sleep with him.

Holding the little woman's soft body, the Ghost Emperor was satisfied for a while, and felt that even if he did more things for her, it was worth it, so that he would not be like Xuantian, who was a fool, he obviously liked it, but he still wanted to push the other party out.

In his opinion, he likes Su'er, this girl can only be his for the rest of her life, and no one wants to rob it.

"Rest!" Feeling the man's burning gaze, Murong Su stretched out a hand and covered it.

God knows how uncomfortable those deep and burning purple eyes burned her.

"You too, don't think about it after a tiring day." The Ghost Emperor snorted lightly, took the little woman's hand covering his eyes, and took her into his arms.

The corners of Murong Su's mouth twitched, who was thinking too much?

A good night's sleep, early the next morning, Murong Su woke up from the arms of the Ghost Emperor, and met the man's gentle and doting eyes, Murong Su couldn't help but imprint a kiss on his forehead.

It's good to have this man, waking up in his arms every day, and the two will be together for a lifetime, so it's not good to grow old like this.

After breakfast, Murong Xu came to Yuhua Palace again to check on Xuanyu's injuries.

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