LRAB Chapter 314 The Beautiful Prime Minister Is Disabled (72)
Chapter 314 The Beautiful Prime Minister Is Disabled (72)
Chapter 314 The Beautiful Prime Minister Is Disabled (72)
Now, it is the first time that they really have a skin-to-skin relationship.
Rong Xuan stretched out his hand to touch the place where Zifu kissed, and the tips of his fair ears were stained red, scorching hot.
"Afu... why did you kiss me?"
"If you want to kiss, you can kiss."
Zi Fu raised her eyebrows and smiled, "No kiss?"
Rong Xuan: "..."
What should he say?
Rong Xuan didn't answer, just turned his head silently.
Zifu just looked at his restrained and shy appearance, with the corners of her lips slightly curled up, smiling very happily.
As long as Xiao Zi is alone, she doesn't care about anything.
Caring about too many things will only increase your troubles.
Just like that, always, always just the two of them, that's fine.
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Princess Dayan and Prince Wei left the banquet one after another, and the night banquet in the main hall ended soon.
The Emperor of Chu was extremely dissatisfied with the Queen's questioning just now, and even ignored the appearance of the Empress, instead he left with his arms around the pregnant Concubine Rong.
The empress had already gotten used to the coldness of the Emperor Chu, and returned to her palace as usual.
She doesn't regret what she did tonight.
Her daughter, who has suffered for 20 years, is now going to be a princess who wants to make peace and marry Dawei far away?
Emperor Chu doesn't feel bad, she does!
This is what she owes her daughter, and she is willing to help her daughter realize her true wish.
What's more, if the two countries are at war, how can it be stopped simply because of a woman?
There is no other way to truly stop the war except unification.
Even if there is a temporary cessation of war for decades, as long as the Great Wei fights hard, the Great Chu, which has been recuperating for decades, will be in a state of disunity, without any power to parry.
The queen could see clearly, and only a short-sighted person like Emperor Chu couldn't see clearly.
It's really like the seller's way of seeking glory!
Knowing that her daughter does not want to marry Dawei far away, the queen also has some plans in mind.
Fu'er is the eldest princess who is in charge of the Feng army. If the emperor of Chu is really ruthless, as the eldest princess of Da Chu, it is not impossible to completely subvert Da Chu!
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Murong Yue was not like Zi Fu, a princess who could leave as soon as she wanted. She had to wait until the banquet was over and saluted with the courtiers before rushing back to the princess hall.
He came out in a hurry, and didn't even bring the maid with him.
When walking to a corridor, a sedan chair was ushered in from a distance. Sitting on it was a beauty who was recently favored by the Emperor Chu. Now it should be the direction to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Murong Yue sharp-eyed saw the end of the group of court ladies and eunuchs behind, and the following court lady was the person she saw in Shen Qingrong's house that day.
Under the cover of the bright candlelight, the red and swollen appearance of the woman's face could be clearly seen from the beating.
what happened?
Isn't she Shen Qingrong's food court lady?
How could Shen Qingrong allow her to be beaten like this?
Murong Yue stepped forward quickly, and the beauty on the sedan chair obviously also saw Murong Yue.
Sheng Chong was in his body, with a delicate face and a rather haughty expression, and he only made a virtual salute when he got on the sedan chair.
Murong Yue ignored her, went straight to the back, stretched out her hand and pulled out the maid.
Seeing that it was Murong Yue, the palace maid immediately showed a horrified expression, she couldn't speak a word, she could only kneel on the ground and kowtow to Murong Yue continuously.
Murong Yue frowned slightly, she obviously didn't expect that the palace lady would be dumb after not seeing her for nearly two months?
"Let me ask you, do you have anything to do with him?"
Murong Yue's voice was very low, it sounded like a ghost to the maid's ears, she immediately cried and shook her head.
Seeing this, although the beauty on the sedan chair didn't know what happened, she still said: "This lowly maid has offended Princess Changle? Send it to the Clothes Bureau tomorrow!"
Hearing that she was going to be sent to the Clothes Bureau, the palace maid who was kneeling on the ground was terrified and trembled.
After getting the answer, Murong Yue casually adjusted the palace attire on her body, looked at the beauty on the sedan chair, "It's my palace who admitted the wrong person and disturbed the empress."
After finishing speaking, he immediately lifted the hem of his skirt and ran to the other direction of the corridor in the palace.
Her elder brother Shen, there is no one else...
He lied to her again!
Murong Yue blinked her sour eyes, trying not to let tears fall.
Walk quickly along the remote forest path, and push open the courtyard door.
In an instant, an extremely strong smell of blood filled the tip of his nose.
Murong Yue's heart suddenly stopped for a moment.
Looking down under the moonlight, there are black-clothed corpses scattered on the ground.
Countless blood was spilled, staining the ground in the courtyard red.
Murong Yue clasped her palms, trying to force herself to be calm.
He looked around intently, but did not find Shen Qingrong, and then quickly walked into the room with the wide open door.
Several black-clothed corpses also fell on the ground in the house, Murong Yue looked around, anxiously looking for them.
Shouted slightly crying: "Brother Shen."
Shen Qingrong, who was leaning on the bed, moved slightly, resisting the pain from the stab wound on his back, and said softly, "Xiao Liuer."
The voice was too low to be heard, but it was extremely clear in this silent night.
Murong Yue froze for a moment, followed the sound and quickly walked around the blood-stained screen and walked inside.
Seeing that Shen Qingrong's white inner garment was cut in several places, and blood was still gushing from the wound, Murong Yue's tears finally fell down.
"Brother Shen!"
Murong Yue took two steps forward, knelt down in front of him, and gently lifted his face with her hand.
Shen Qingrong opened his half-closed eyes, and what he saw was Murong Yue's face wet with tears.
A sigh escaped from her lips, enduring the piercing pain from the wound on her back, stretched out her hand with great effort, and gently wiped away the tears on her face with the pulp of her fingers.
"Don't cry."
These two words made Murong Yue burst into tears, and big tears fell on the back of Shen Qingrong's hand.
Obviously the tears were just cold temperature, but they seemed to be scalding to the heart, so hot that his whole body ached.
"Xiao Liuer, I'm fine, don't cry."
Shen Qingrong uttered these few words in a soft voice, and with slight movements of his body, he remembered it.
The moment he stood up, his body was unstable and he was about to fall forward.
Murong Yue hugged him in time, and when her palm landed on his back, the extremely sticky feeling made her heart tremble.
"Brother Shen, where is the hemostatic medicine?"
"In the second closet from the right."
After Shen Qingrong finished speaking this sentence in a daze, the pain in his back made him pass out.
Murong Yue immediately helped him to the side of the bed, and let him lie on the couch.
Only then did he see the wound on his back clearly.
The blood almost soaked the entire back, and the white clothes turned into red clothes.
Murong Yue held back the panic and fear in her heart, lit the candle beside the bed, and found scissors and hemostatic medicine.
Cut off his inner shirt, a long knife wound spread from the shoulder blade to the back waist, the flesh and blood inside almost rolled over.
Biting her lower lip tightly, Murong Yue began to slowly apply medicine to Shen Qingrong.
During this period, his wrists trembled uncontrollably, and his heart was shrouded in great fear.
Finally gave him good medicine, but the blood still couldn't stop, Murong Yue found a white silk cloth and bandaged Shen Qingrong's wound.
Seeing the blood gradually staining the white silk cloth, Murong Yue finally broke down and cried.
(End of this chapter)