This princess is inappropriate

Chapter 109
As the flute sounded, a colorful bird flew to the window. The gentle man raised his hand and stroked its little head, then tied a note with two lines of writing on its leg. Flew out the window.

The gentle man bit his lip, and sighed thoughtfully. Will he...will save her?
After half an hour.

Hearing a gust of wind, the doors and windows of Changyun Palace were all closed with a "snap", and in an instant, all the maids in the room fainted and fell to the ground.

Wen Liangren wanted to turn her head, but her body was too stiff to move. The tendons in her body seemed to be manipulated. She bent her knees and slowly knelt down on the ground.

She frowned in fright, her heart was beating fast, and she opened her lips and said, "Teacher, Master, is that you?"

"Besides me, who else has such a great ability?" The voice of the man behind him was magnetic, and his slightly low tone had a strong sense of suffocation, making it hard to catch his breath.

Even she, who had known him ten years ago, couldn't help but shudder.

The words fell, and with the sound of slow footsteps, the talking man came into her eyes.

The man stands tall and slender, dressed in a red robe, with exquisite facial features, his long eyebrows are flying like clouds, his beautiful phoenix eyes are slightly raised, and the dark pupils reveal a strong sense of oppression, making it difficult to look directly at .

His existence is like the manjusawa blooming on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness, and there is an evil and sycophant air all over his body, he is not a good person.

This is the leader of Yousheng Sect, the feared big devil, Mo Wuyou.

Wen Liangren swallowed his saliva, and said: "Look at Beiming, no, look at the Four Kingdoms, no one is a match for the leader, dare to ask the leader, what kind of miracle is this, why... the subordinates can't move..."

Hearing this, Mo Wuyou snorted coldly, raised his hand slowly, and moved his fingertips upwards slightly. The gentle man stood up immediately, and his chin was forced to lift up, looking into his gloomy eyes.

"This is my seat's closed-door practice, which was created by Xing'er's water-controlling magic--blood-controlling magic." After speaking, he suddenly let go of his hands and stood with his hands behind his back.

Wen Liangren escaped from the confinement in an instant, quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at his face, and said: "The leader is really powerful, but a few months ago, I invited the young leader to live in Longyin Peak for a few days, and then I can learn from her." His Water Control Divine Art created such a powerful divine art."

Mo Wuyou narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and said, "I'm only out of customs for a day, what's your business?"

Wen Liangren pursed his lips and said, "This subordinate has no intention of disturbing the leader. Dare to ask the leader if there is an antidote for the Linglong Lock?"

Mo Wuyou was silent for a moment, then slowly frowned, and said, "Who got the Linglong lock?"

"It doesn't matter who wins... But the person who asked his subordinates for help was framed because of Linglongsuo, and that person... is the young master's younger sister, Chu Jiaoli."

Hearing this, Mo Wuyou's eyes were cold, and he slowly approached her, as if she was a little dissatisfied because she had waited for hours to trouble him, and said, "You know, I only care about Xing'er, even if there is someone close to her... People have nothing to do with this seat."

Wen Liangren looked flustered, and immediately explained: "However, the character Chu Jiaoli is likely to be the future princess, if she can be won over, it will be beneficial to the leader.

Hearing this, Mo Wuyou became a little interested, stopped in his tracks, and said, "Oh?"

Wen Liangren turned his eyes and said: "There is one more thing. I have investigated before. Her biological mother is the young master's mother's little cousin. I also know that Yan Shi loves her as much as her own daughter, and if she dies, she will love her..."

"Speak up!" He yelled, exuding obvious coercion, and the huge real power buzzed and vibrated in the air.

Wen Liangren was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground and said, "The leader, calm down!"

Mo Wuyou frowned and pondered for a while, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, opened it, took out a red pill from it, and stretched it out in front of her.

Wen Liangren raised his eyes, reached out to take the pill, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master, for giving me the medicine."

Mo Wuyou narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "If she is really the princess, you should really have a good relationship with her."

Wen Liangren nodded and said, "Yes."

Subconsciously, Wen Liangren didn't want Chu Jiaoli to die. Although she was an internal agent of the Yousheng Sect, she liked this girl who had no interests.

If the Yousheng Sect annihilates the imperial city in one fell swoop in the future, Chu Jiaoli, the princess, may not escape death...

Thinking of this, she looked around for proofs and reasons why Chu Jiaoli was able to survive. Fortunately, she had something to do with Yan Shi, and it would come in handy right now.

After half an hour.

Liu Mansion, Liu Rushuang's room.

Liu Rushuang lay on the bed like a deep sleep, her breathing was steady, her face was rosy, as if nothing had happened.

Chu Jiaoli sat by her bed, held her hand, looked into her tightly closed eyes, and said, "Liu Shangshu, thank you for trusting An He."

Liu Shangshu sat on the chair outside the bead curtain, sighed softly, and said: "Liu is a sensible person, and he also believes in the character of Princess Anhe. The Lord has no reason to harm her."

Chu Jiaoli nodded lightly, and said, "Right now, I only hope that Rushuang can wake up."

"Princess, the palace sent someone to deliver the medicine." Zi Lin hurried over from the door and handed her a ball of paper wrapped with pills.

Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli's eyes flickered a little, she opened the paper bag and took out the red pill inside.

Looking at the pill, she bit her lip nervously.

Success or failure depends on one action, can Wen Liang be trusted?

"Liu Shangshu, An He is not completely sure." She opened her lips and said seriously.

Liu Shangshu frowned seriously, and said: "The old man trusts the princess."

Chu Jiaoli pursed her lips, and said, "If anything happens to Rushuang, An He is willing to take responsibility."

When the words fell, she put the pill into her mouth.

"Peach Blossom, give Miss some water." Liu Shangshu said to the servant girl guarding Liu Rushuang's bed.

"Yes!"

A quarter of an hour later.

Liu Rushuang slowly frowned, her eyelashes trembled slightly, Chu Jiaoli slowly opened her eyes wide, and said, "Rushuang? Rushuang? Are you going to wake up?"

As soon as these words came out, Liu Shangshu and the servant girl came over immediately.

Liu Rushuang slowly opened her eyes, and yawned sleepily. She looked at Liu Shangshu and the servant girl who looked tense, and was a little puzzled. Then she looked at Chu Jiaoli, who was holding her hand, and raised her eyebrows slightly. Said: "Jiao Li? You...why are you here?"

Chu Jiaoli frowned, and said, "Ru Shuang, you were poisoned three days ago, and the poison flared up this morning, and you became numb, and you almost couldn't wake up."

"You should also thank Princess Anhe for this matter." Liu Shangshu was so excited that he cried with joy.

(End of this chapter)