Miss Jiangmen Poison Doctor

Chapter 407 Why Don't You Die?
"I'm sorry, Prince, the Crown Princess and the Crown Prince are together. If you find the Crown Princess, you will disturb the Crown Prince."

"You...this son wants to find his sister, why do you stop him?"

"I'm sorry, the prince coughed and vomited a little blood tonight. He is in a bad mood and needs the company of the princess. Besides, the prince and the princess have already fallen asleep. I'm afraid it's inconvenient for the subordinate to go in and call the princess?"

Coughing up blood again, coughing up blood again!You tuberculosis, why don't you die?
sleep!Still fell asleep so early!You are not good at that aspect, you still go to bed so early!Do you think this kind of thing can be worked hard?Can the function be barely supported by going to bed early?
Just when Murong Qingyun's expression began to twist slightly due to anger and jealousy, Mr. Jing appeared in good time.

"My son, I have something to report."

Looking at Mr. Jing's almost warning eyes, Murong Qingyun was suffocated with anger.

Ma Le Gobi!At first, he thought that through such an opportunity, he could get along with Xiao'er for at least seven or eight days, so he volunteered to lead his troops to Fengyang to escort the tuberculosis ghost back to Beijing.Who knew what the hell, he couldn't even see Xiao'er's face very often.

If I had known this would be the result, I wouldn't have come even if I begged him!

Looking at the guards who had no room for accommodation, and looking at Mr. Jing sent by his father to watch him, Murong Qingyun flicked his sleeves and left with a livid face.

From afternoon to night, I didn't even see each other.Murong Qingyun, who was sitting on the grass venting his anger, exuded a terrifying air-conditioning, and everyone expressed that they dared not approach him.

In the end, Murong Qingyun, who was in a state of desperation, suddenly felt extremely hot all over, and ran to Murong Yan's tent, and Murong Yan, who was not in a good complexion, had a turbulent night, and only left the other party's tent in the early morning.

It's a pity that the news of the incest between the eldest son of the Murong family and the second miss of the Murong family spread like wildfire the next day like a spring breeze blowing the earth, and it didn't take long for the entire team to spread.One can imagine how the news will be spread once they return to Beijing.

Murong Xiao heard the news the next day, and his complexion was extremely bad.From this day on, she didn't talk to Murong Qingyun again. Murong Yan wanted to chat with her, but she also avoided seeing her under the pretext of being uncomfortable, and stayed happily in the carriage with Qian Yeming all day long, chatting and asking for advice on the formation and the art of war.Let the two scumbags outside be depressed.

The third round: Qian Yeming, Murong Xiao VS Murong Qingyun, Murong Yan, Qian Yeming, Murong Xiao won!

When they were still 2 days away from the capital, Qian Yeming and his party were ambushed again.Qian Yeming, who had already grasped the handle of all the princes, did not plan to make a move. When the assassin came, all the guards of the Prince's Mansion retreated in unison to protect the carriage where Qian Yeming was. Murong Qingyun, Murong Yan and Mr. Jing, then Responsible for shopping with people and horses.

The personal guards of the Prince's Mansion stood around the carriage like piles of wood carvings, all of them were clearly agile, but they never thought of helping them a little bit, let the guards brought by Murong Qingyun fight bloody battles, and watched them alone One fell in a pool of blood.I secretly praised in my heart: Warrior!

Occasionally, a few assassins who could break through Murong Qingyun's line of defense approached the carriage, and as soon as they approached, they were buried in the dark crowd of the prince's mansion's personal guards, not even bones left.

Murong Qingyun wasn't angry that the personal guards of the Prince's Mansion didn't take action,

(End of this chapter)