concubine, you cant do

Chapter 422 A Song of Dissolution (2)
In the next moment, I heard the sound of thin bamboo rustling like sand and rocks, and the sound of surging waves overflowing from Leng Yannuo's lips, heartbroken and relieved.

No matter how powerful Empress Zongwu was, she was just a woman who didn't know martial arts. Although she was calmer than ordinary people, she still didn't like snakes, which were cold and swishing. Fortunately, the black shadow beside her protected her from injury.

And the eldest son Shu who was at the side had already turned pale with fright, and sat on the chair blankly. That woman, in this life, she was no match for her.

In the main hall, only the four elders of Miaozong were different from everyone's expressions of gratitude, surprise, and surprise. On the contrary, they were thick.

There is a legend in the country of Lie.

Anyone who can retreat the snake must be a god of the sky, must be sent by the sky, if such a god is found, he will be regarded as a master by Miaozong regardless of the other party's identity or hostility.

After Miao Zong disappeared a hundred years ago, the snake song disappeared and was forgotten by the world, but Princess Li actually played the snake song, why?
Yue Liunian also looked at Leng Yannuo in surprise, his eyes full of disbelief.

The hall was quiet and chaotic, chaotic and quiet, the cups and plates were overturned, and it was a mess like a war. The ministers, eunuchs, and court ladies all had dirty faces and unkempt appearances at this time, but they looked at the snakes that gradually stopped moving and stopped running around. They all looked at Leng Yannuo gratefully.

That picture is funny, but most human.

And the snake-attracting song in the dark seems to have started from the sound of Leng Yannuo, except for the initial tit-for-tat confrontation, it gradually faded away, until finally, the snakes suddenly turned to Leng Yannuo, and their movements seemed to be very afraid of him , and then everything receded like a tide, as fast and fast as when it came.

"Thank you, Princess Li." Nan Muchen walked down the jade steps just now, with a friendly face.

"You're welcome, the concubine just learned this serpentine song by chance. It seems that the prince still has a lot of work to do, and the banquet is almost over, so I'm leaving the palace." Before Leng Yannuo could speak, the person beside him Murong Shengrui replied first.

After saying that, Murong Shengrui really didn't stay any longer, and pulled Leng Yannuo towards the entrance of the hall.

Only the people in the main hall were left to look at the purple and black figure from a distance, so the combination of the whole world, a back view can also make people linger.

The breeze is coming slowly, the water is calm, it is probably the same kind of person. The man in the ink robe has flowing ink, and his steps are calm and gentle. The woman in purple is bright and beautiful, with a demure and elegant posture.

Nangong Yu'er and Rong Qingyin also looked at the backs of Leng Yannuo and Murong Shengrui. The former's eyes were complicated, although he was extremely annoying, but he resolved the crisis for Leng Yannuo and helped Nanchen Muchenxie. Grateful, the latter was sad, but it was only for a moment. After glancing at Nangong Yu'er, he looked at Prince Rong next to him, with a firm and slightly melancholy face, "Father, from today onwards, Qingyin only has a way forward in her heart, and there is no way forward." Back off."

Prince Rong was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then looked at Rong Qingyin. Her face was bathed in the moonlight, against which the blood mottled around her, but it still did not damage her elegant and free spirit. He knew that as long as his daughter said something, she would be happy. Will definitely do it.

"Prince, did you arrange this snake too?" After all, it was Empress Zong Wu who quickly regained her composure and sternly accused Nan Muchen. Since Leng Yannuo knew about her plan, it's good for her to leave now.

Hearing the angry voice of Empress Zong Wu coming from behind, Leng Yannuo frowned slightly, Nan Muchen has such a mother who hates death and hate, it really is...

Looking up at the gray and cold sky, Leng Yannuo sighed softly in his heart, Nan Muchen has fierce means, and he has the response he should have as a prince. Seeing that he is calm and unhurried from beginning to end, he has already thought about it. The preparations, just look at tonight, the third prince didn't show up, but Empress Zongwu was still too confident that she didn't see through the situation.

This game is in the middle of the game, strategy in strategy, chess in chess, who can tell who is the master, who is the guest, and who is the follower, but it is very good after all. Pulling out the clouds and seeing the fog, I got what I wanted.

Thoughts were flying all the way, and in a blink of an eye, the two of them put aside the faint voice behind them, and as soon as they left the Rongqian Palace, they coldly said that they turned back to the guests, pulling Murong Shengrui to make Qinggong leave the palace as soon as possible.

"I have the antidote in my hand, I have to go back to Jinhua Liufang and find a quiet place to detoxify." Leng Yannuo looked at Murong Shengrui's paler and paler face, his tone couldn't help being anxious.

Murong Shengrui suddenly grabbed Leng Yannuo's hand, and said in a doting and helpless tone, "Leng Yannuo, I'm not that weak, I'll take you to another place."

After the words fell, he immediately hugged Leng Yannuo for a moment, leaving Qing Yi on the ground in a daze, neither following nor retreating.

"Qingyi, you go out of the palace to meet Hanshuang." The words of cold words floated from afar, Qingyi nodded and went out of the palace.

The night was like water, and when it was almost midnight, Leng Yannuo leaned against Murong Shengrui's arms and let the cool wind blow on his face, let the light gauze and mist float faintly, passing through the palace with many cornices, bringing the golden and green glazed tiles of the Southern Palace to life like golden dragon pillars, The flowers fall in the west, the pavilions and mountains, the atmosphere is thin and wide, and you can have a panoramic view.

Looking up again, the mist and veil as fine as light clouds shrouded the world in the distance, setting off the shadow of the distant Shandai.

At this moment, it seemed that still water was flowing, and his heart was extremely full, Leng Yannuo subconsciously rubbed his head against Murong Shengrui's chest.

When Murong Shengrui suddenly lowered his head, his heart moved like that, looking at the person lying quietly in his arms, looking at the slightly closed lips that were pink and soft like peach blossoms, his heart suddenly moved, and he was about to bury his head.

"If you die after a while, I will immediately turn back and marry Nan Muchen, and I will piss you off." Leng Yannuo looked at the lips that were close at hand, although his heart was throbbing and hot, he still spoke cruelly Stop Murong Shengrui from moving.

The halo of the full moon is still in the sky, and his body is already so cold, if he still... Isn't it a life-threatening.

Murong Shengrui suddenly looked at Leng Yannuo, and his lips curled slightly, "Then you live well, if you die, I will definitely marry her seventeen or eight times, flopping every day."

"Bah, bah, my aunt will live a long life, you want to marry seventeen or eighteen, with your broken body, you are not afraid of hurting others." Leng Yannuo snorted softly.

"So, it only hurts you." Murong Shengrui concealed the flow of lust in his eyes when he saw such a pretty cold promise, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and whispered softly.

Leng Yannuo's heart skipped a beat, the soft kiss was slightly cool and warm, like the most beautiful phantom in the world and the colorful clouds winding down like flowers, making her heart soft and flowing for a moment.

However, this feeling of wandering affection quickly receded, because Murong Shengrui had already let go of his cold promises and stopped in an abandoned palace.

Leng Yannuo glanced around, and recalled the layout of the entire palace of Nangong Palace in her mind. If her memory is correct, this place should be an abandoned palace behind the Shuyi Palace of Empress Zongwu. It is said that more than ten years ago, someone The concubine hanged herself to death, and the concubine she lived in afterwards was either insane or committed suicide. The first emperor felt that it was not good, so he simply sealed the palace.

(End of this chapter)