Transmigrating the Book: Concubine Side She wants to change the script

Chapter 252 If She Can Come Back
In Guanghua Hall.

The crown prince stood in the hall, bearing his father's heavy gaze like Mount Tai, his face was indifferent, but cold sweat was faintly streaming down his back.

In the empty inner hall, the candlelight reflected on the clean ground, flickering and flickering, making people feel inexplicably flustered.

The emperor finally spoke, and said: "Now is the time to recuperate, Qingyuan's voice among the people is getting louder and louder, and your East Palace seems to be much inferior."

This sentence implied accusation, and added a dash of king's wrath, which made Mu Hengling look uncomfortable.

He bowed his head and said: "My son failed to go out to serve the father, let Qingyuan steal the limelight again, it's..."

The emperor said: "Why, if you go out in person, can you drive Zhou Liang a hundred miles away?"

These words carried a poisonous knife, and a wound was drawn on Mu Hengling's body, which continued to fester.

Mu Hengling gritted his teeth, and said, "If you go to the battlefield, I will give my best."

The emperor said a few insignificant words, "Qingyuan is often not in Beijing. I heard that he has been looking for Mrs. Lin. He even rarely went to Wuce's barracks. I think I treat him too leniently..."

When Mu Hengling heard this, a thought came to his mind.

It seems that the father is also a little jealous of Qingyuan.

That being the case, it will be easy to handle.

He quit the palace, and when he returned to the East Palace, he called his subordinates, "Urgently summon the captain to return to the capital, if you don't return..."

He wrote a secret letter and handed over a sign.

The man took it respectfully, and soon disappeared in the East Palace.

Mu Hengling looked at the dancing candlelight, and he thought in his heart, Qing Yuan, you and I have been like siblings since we were young, and I don't want to go to this point.

By the riverside, Mu Yanqing was riding on horseback. The early spring wind swept across the snowy peaks in the distance with frosty cold, and the cold wind hit his face.

A few hundred meters ahead, a group of people blocked the way.

The world is desolate and silent.

After a stalemate for a long time, the leading man finally said: "Lord Colonel, my master has said, please go to Zhou Liang to visit our princess."

"If the captain goes, and the captain hurts the princess, let it go."

Mu Yanqing's black robe billowed in the wind, and his Lingrui eyebrows were stained with cold frost.

There was a smile on the thin lips, and a casual chill appeared on the seductive and handsome face.

This casual indifference made these people feel as if a boulder was crushing the top, and they were a little timid before they fought.

Mu Yanqing said: "I spare her life just to let her see with her own eyes that Zhou Liang will be buried in her hands one day."

The crime committed by Zhou Qi, even if it ruined Zhou Liang, would not be an exaggeration!

After hearing this sentence, Zhou Liang's people drew out their swords one after another, "Master Captain, are you a little too arrogant! Let me remind you, you are only a courtier, so you are not afraid of the master of high achievements?"

The sneer on Mu Yanqing's lips deepened, and his deep eyes were endlessly empty and desolate.

Master of high power?If she could come back, he would never let her suffer that kind of grievance again.

If the world cannot tolerate her, he will destroy the world!

Amidst the sound of horseshoes, the cold wind in front of him instantly moved to him with a powerful impact.

Mu Yanqing drew his long sword out of its sheath, and the sharp sword drew a stream of air in the air. The air stream went up head-on, and the sound of weapons clashing resounded in the air.

The person on the opposite side turned on his back, Mu Yanqing flew up and took the sword in his hand, his figure was like a ghost moving through the crowd, and his voice soon fell silent.

Someone was still riding on the horse, staring blankly, as if he didn't know what happened.

Mu Yanqing fell to the ground from the air, and he stood with his sword in his hand, the edge of which was dripping with blood.

The man wanted to turn his head, but suddenly a stream of blood spewed from his neck, and his body was broken into several pieces and fell under the horse.

Qixuan was not frightened at all, as if he was used to such scenes, he raised his hoof to avoid the scattered corpses on the ground, and walked to the side of his master.

Mu Yan turned on his horse and galloped along the river, heading towards the distant mountains.

Among the snowy peaks, Qixuan walked along the mountain path, and turned for a long time before stopping in front of a path.

Mu Yanqing got off his horse, and he meandered up along the bluestone path. When he reached the top of the mountain, there was a house built on the edge of the snow peak.

The house is among the lofty mountains, on the majestic peaks, integrated with the ice peaks, especially hidden and spectacular.

When a guard saw the master came back, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Master, Gao He and Li Xing have been kneeling for nine days and ten nights."

Outside the gate, two men were covered in wounds, kneeling on the ground with their backs straight.

They didn't know how long they had been kneeling, the blood on their bodies was mixed with sweat, many wounds had festered and attracted flying insects, and they still didn't move.

Mu Yan waved his hands and called the two of them, saying: "The stick is responsible for eighty."

What he was talking about was naturally this ignorant shadow guard who pleaded for mercy.

He said that no one should intercede for the evil obstacles that have been removed.

The two guards understood Shizi's meaning, so they had no choice but to take the man down for execution.

Mu Yanqing didn't look at the kneeling person, he strode into the door.

Walking through the corridor, a middle-aged man came face to face.

Tan Feng bowed his hands and saluted, he observed the expression of Shi Ziye, and he seemed to be unable to see anything.

After thinking about it, he still boldly said: "My lord, you must recuperate well from your injuries, and you should not use force anymore, if not..."

Mu Yanqing didn't listen to him, and hurried into the room.

Tan Feng is afraid of the cold-faced rakshasa of the son, but the injury of the son can't be left alone.

The horns of the different horned beast pierced through the abdomen, and it was poisonous. If it were an ordinary person, it would have died already!

Even if you have the strength in your body, you can't be careless about such an injury.

Tan Feng hesitated, but still did not dare to follow.

He knew Shizi's temper, but he was afraid that he would be kicked out, and no one would even care about changing the medicine.

Mu Yanqing closed the door, and he sat at the table, with a little pain on his brow.

He unbuttoned the robe with one hand, and the white inner garment was already soaked in blood.

He casually threw the robe aside, sprinkled the sore medicine on the wound, put on a clean dark blue robe, walked to the bookshelf, and took out two sealed letters from the bottom of several books.

After reading the secret letter, Mu Yanqing burned the secret letter to ashes, his long fingers were a little unsteady.

He took a deep breath and sat down by the window.

Looking at the ice and snow outside through the window, I didn't realize that this world is too lonely.

Xiao Yu has been missing for eight full months.

He searched every inch of land in Yuzhou, but he didn't even find a piece of her clothes.

Even if you are attacked by a fierce beast at the bottom of the cliff, you will not see the slightest shadow.

Mu Yanqing spent many sleepless nights, and every night, the abyss-like loneliness would drag him down to hell, deeply gnawing at his thoughts like a lonely soul.

He regretted it countless times. If he jumped down with him, he would definitely be able to save her.

At least it won't let her be like this now, without any news or trace.

(End of this chapter)