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Looking at Murong Ao, who was hurrying over, Murong Yi immediately burst into tears, and ran down the steps and threw herself into Murong Ao's arms, "Dad." The full-text and ad-free novels are all on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info" Murong Ao also rubbed Murong Yi's back emotionally, and said in a trembling voice, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back." ”

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ling Hu Jue's heart was also a little embarrassed, and he subconsciously touched the magic necklace in his arms, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Will I have a day?" he muttered in his heart.

After a long time, Murong Ao let go of his arms, walked in front of Ling Hu Jue, bowed his hand, and said sincerely, "Ah Feng told me, the old man is here to thank Ling Hu Xian's nephew for his kindness." ”

Ling Hu replied with a hurry, "Master Murong, you have seen the outside, and besides, Miss Murong can get out of trouble this time, all thanks to her wit." ”

Murong Ao had no intention of staying for a long time, and as soon as his eyes tightened, he said goodbye, "Then the old man will go back to the house first, if the virtuous nephew is free, he might as well walk around more." After speaking, he beckoned Murong Yi and the generals who came with him to hurriedly go out.

Xi Luo looked at Murong Ao's distant back and muttered, "Boss, looking at the absent-minded appearance of the head of the Murong family, it seems that there is something to hide from us?"

Ling Hu Jue also felt this way, but since he didn't sue him, it was inconvenient to say anything, so he just nodded and said, "I'm afraid this matter is related to Murong Yi's disappearance this time." ”

It really made Linghu guess correctly, before he sent someone to inform Murong Mansion that Murong Yi had been freed, Murong Ao received a mysterious letter, which was handed over by a strange man in blue to the guard in front of the mansion. There were only a few words on the letter, "If you want to redeem Murong Yi, at noon on the third day, you will exchange it with a long sky sword duel at Fengqiao." It was this letter that added a strong touch to Murong Ao's originally heavy heart.

At the beginning of the lanterns, Murong Ao stood in front of the half-open window in the study with a solemn face, his mood was like a dark night, and he did not get any better because of Murong Yi's return. "It seems that Ah Qiu is right, there must be a traitor in the house, otherwise there would not be so many things in succession so coincidentally, so who could it be?" he secretly pondered in his heart, revealing a strong sadness between his eyebrows.

As if remembering something, Murong Ao quickly closed the window and closed the door, his eyes showing a look of vigilance. After standing quietly for a while, he walked to the bookshelf, flipped through a few books, and then naturally took one down. This is a very ordinary book on the art of war, except that it is a little old, and it doesn't see anything special.

Murong Ao opened it with a solemn expression, if someone saw the book in Murong Ao's hand at this time, he would definitely be surprised, because there were a few neat big characters written on the ink-colored page, "Sky Sword Duel". It was too surprising that Murong Ao would put such an important sword score in such a conspicuous place, but Murong Ao wanted this kind of accident.

At this time, Murong Ao's expression was a little strange, joyful and fanatical, but more regretful and disappointed. It's no wonder that since he got this peerless sword book by chance, he doesn't know any of the other words except for the four big characters on the page. Not to mention that he didn't know him, even several famous imperial capital scholars who had been consulted by him also shook their heads and said they didn't know. Occasionally entered Baoshan, but returned empty-handed, this kind of strong emotional contrast can only be done by a person in the city government like Murong Ao. Even several important people in the Murong Mansion didn't know that this sword book was actually just some waste paper.

After checking the sword spectrum in his hand, Murong Ao finally made a decision that was difficult for him to accept. At this time, in another room in the Murong Mansion, two black shadows were also bowing their heads and ears, the cool breeze outside the window was coming, and the dark clouds were rolling in the sky, it seemed that there would be a big storm in the next few days.

The next morning, Koro III, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was dressed in a yellow robe and sat on a dragon chair, with several maids in white dresses standing behind him with fans. He coughed a few times, and his thin face no longer had the majesty it used to be. I just habitually looked around the hall with a tired gaze.

This hall, which represents the supreme power of the Mingsi Empire, is all made of the finest dolomite. More than a dozen hard white jade pillars support the roof full of all kinds of magic crystal lanterns, and on each jade pillar are embossed several blue-eyed blue crystal flying dragons, soaring through the clouds and mist, lifelike. Coupled with the hard black and bright marble floor, the whole hall looks majestic and magnificent.

When His Royal Highness bowed and bowed three times and shouted long live, the corners of Koro III's folded eyes showed a few leisurely smiles. At this moment, he felt that the pain was a little far away from him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if there is anything to do, if there is nothing to do, then retreat. "Koro III has detached himself from the pride he had just had, and has regained his usual weakness.

"The minister has a play. Nangong Wang, who was the prime minister of the empire, took a step sideways, bowed his head and said respectfully, "The envoy of the Liulai Empire has arrived, I don't know when His Majesty will receive him?"

"The Liulai Empire, a group of villains who have fallen into the well. Koro III felt a little uncomfortable and cursed secretly. "Is there anything wrong with them here?" and perhaps because he was angry, he spoke much louder.

Nangong looked at the gray beard under his chin, bowed down again, and said, "Next year is the 3oo anniversary of the founding of the Liulai Empire, and they will hold the 6 Martial Arts and Magic Competitions in Luozi City, and invite our country to send people to participate." ”

Koro III coughed a few more times, and his voice was obviously an octave lower, "This matter will be handed over to the Ministry of War, remember, this matter is related to the national prestige of the empire, and it should not be underestimated." After a pause, he continued, "If you don't have a book, then let's retreat." ”

Murong Ao, who was standing at His Highness, was anxious, and took a step sideways and said, "Your Majesty, the minister has something to do." ”

Koro III wanted to get up, but when he heard this, he could only sit down again, and said a little impatiently, "What's the matter with Murong Qing's family, come quickly." ”

Murong Ao's expression tightened, and he said firmly, "Next month, my country will hold a national mercenary ranking competition, and the minister accidentally got a sword book a month ago, and he wants to borrow it as a prize to reward the king of mercenaries in his country, I don't know what His Majesty wants?"

Keluo III seemed to be a little uncomfortable, frowned, waved his hand and said, "Just do what Murong Qing's family wants, the widow is a little unwell, let's retreat." After speaking, he got up and left, and the hundred officials under the stairs still bowed three times and bowed, shouting and retreating.

In the back garden of the Linghu family's mansion, Linghu Ming, who had just returned from the morning court, sat in the gazebo in civilian clothes, ignoring the fragrant and brightly colored flowers in the garden, contemplating and contemplating. Murong Ao's abnormal behavior earlier today made him puzzled. He took a sip of tea and shook his head. He had also heard about the rumors that the Murong family had won the Sky Sword Duel. "What kind of medicine did Murong Ao buy in the gourd?"

"Dad, Dad, why are you sitting here? Between the flower paths, a slender figure flashed like a butterfly in a flower, standing in front of Ling Huming. The willow eyebrows are shallowly bent, the pear vortex is occasional, and the small and firm Yao nose is humming softly at the moment, which is really a thousand kinds of style, a thousand weak silks.

"Lian'er, why didn't you go out to play today?" Ling Huming smiled kindly, with unconcealed pity in his eyes.

The little princess of the Linghu family, only 15-year-old Linghu Lian pouted at the moment, and said with an unhappy face, "Dad, it's the third brother, you said you would take me to Xiangxue Mountain to play, but now you don't know where to go?"

"Hehe, then why don't you go to your fourth sister?" Ling Huming temporarily put aside the trivial matters in his heart, stood up, stroked Murong Lian's elegant length, and said softly.

"No, no, I want my dad to hang out with me. Ling Hulian took Ling Huming's hand, shook it vigorously, and said coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, Daddy will go out with you. Ling Huming replied with a smile.

Ling Huming and Ling Hulian sat in a four-seated soft sedan chair, escorted by dozens of generals, through the East Street, to the West Gate, ready to go to Xiangxue Mountain. Along the way, Ling Hu Ming was thinking about Murong Ao's abnormal behavior, and gradually, his chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he was depressed and uncomfortable.

So, after lifting the curtain and taking a few breaths, You Mu looked around, the shops lined up, and the crowd of people passing through the stream, all showed the prosperity of the imperial capital, "How long can such a day last?" made Hu Ming's heart full of sorrow. Yes, Your Majesty is getting old, and the three highnesses are all in the prime of life, and this battle for the emperor seems to be inevitable, unconscious, long, and exhaled.

Suddenly, a young man appeared in the crowd on both sides of the street and caught his attention. The handsome eyebrows under the flowing long length actually had a bit of imagination with himself, especially the special meaning that scattered all over his body made him have a very familiar feeling. By the time he wanted to stop the car and look more closely, the young man had disappeared around the corner of the alley.

Regretful!!!!!!!!!!!!

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