Strategy of Prince's Concubine's Rebellion

Chapter 47
Murong Chen put down the sleeves covering his face and looked at Princess Yingxue.

He said as sincerely as possible: "If I wanted to kill you, why would I wear regular clothes without even covering my face?"

Xiang Yingxue and Ben didn't want to bother to argue with him.

She has great faith in her brother Zhou Jing, whom she grew up with since childhood.

As for why King Chen carried out the assassination in broad daylight, he probably happened to catch the killer in action, thinking that he could kill her with one move while taking advantage of the chaos, so that he could easily blame the killer for her death.

She looked at King Chen with disdain, and after a while, she burst into laughter.

Although Murong Chen belongs to the Northern Yan royal family, his mother is Nan Chu Meiji.

He perfectly inherited the tallness and strength of his father's family and the beauty and fair skin of his mother's family.

It is precisely because the skin of the dough is so white that the redness and swelling caused by the chili powder on the face are particularly obvious.

Xiang Yingxue looked at him like a squirrel with a swollen face.

The more he looked at it, the funnier he became, so he just stared at him and laughed.

Murong Chen was originally angry because she believed Zhou Jing's lies, but when he saw her happy look, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.

General Anguo felt sour in his heart when he saw King Chen's eyes and smile.

He gently pressed his hand on the area that the princess had bandaged for him. He let out a low and heavy inhalation sound and tried to take a small step forward, staggering slightly.

Murong Chen was even more contemptuous.

You just received a slight blow from the sword on your arm. What's wrong, you can't even walk?

Do you want me to make a coffin for you to die in?
When Xiang Yingxue heard Zhou Jing's voice, she remembered that he must have suffered a lot of injuries when killing the killer just now. She wanted to suppress the smile just now, but it was difficult to do so.

While being amused by Murong Chen's funny appearance, the corners of his lips could not help but rise, while he held Zhou Jing's arm.

"Brother Zhou Jing, let's go back to the house. I'll support you and let's walk slowly."

Zhou Dingding nodded and said in a low-pitched but penetrating voice: "I will make your bed at night." "How can that be done? You were injured today. You need to have a good rest. This kind of Let the servants do the work."

There was a hint of doting in Zhou Jing's tone: "We agreed seven years ago that every time you come to my house, I will make your bed, and today is no exception."

"It's okay. I'll make an exception today. We'll wait until you recover from your injury."

Xiang Yingxue held Zhou Jing's arm gently, fearing that too much movement would deepen his wounds, and she didn't want him to have to worry about himself anymore after being injured.

Making the bed and folding the quilt was just a joke between two children seven years ago.

At that time, Xiang Jingming was defeated miserably by Zhou Jing in the shuttlecock game, and lost the bloody horse given to him by his father.

Although he was a boy and a prince, Xiang Jingming was born with a weak character. He did not dare to say anything after losing the gift from his father, and secretly hid in the house and cried.

After the young Xiang Yingxue found out, she didn't even eat dinner. She angrily entered Zhou's house and forced Zhou Jing to come out for a competition.

The Zhou family has been practicing martial arts for generations. How could Zhou Jing be inferior to a little girl with two water chestnut buns? He just gave in to her with a blushing face and a heartbeat.

Xiang Yingxue won back her brother's hard-earned horse, and she was still angry.

It happened to be getting late, and the Zhou family asked her to stay at the Zhou Mansion for safety reasons.

She arrogantly asked Zhou Jing to make her bed and quilt like a servant.

I thought it was a humiliation, but I didn't expect that Zhou Jing did it without saying a word, and he did it for seven years.

But Murong Chen did not participate in their childhood.

This sentence "I will make your bed tonight" sounded extremely ambiguous to him, even a bit like spring scenery.

His fist clenched tighter and tighter.

(End of this chapter)