Dijun, your bride ran away again

Chapter 1092
Murong Bo listened to Ling Xinyi's words, still expressionless.

It was strange that he was suddenly sent out of Beijing by the emperor, and he was assassinated when he came back. During the time he was away, many things happened in the Hou Mansion.

He came back from a narrow escape, but didn't go back to the Marquis Mansion immediately. He had his own thoughts, but he didn't know what his mother knew?
Murong Bo glanced at Ling Xinyi lightly, and asked in a calm voice: "You want to say that my assassination is the crown prince's masterpiece?"

"Who else is there besides him? You probably don't know that your real seventh brother is actually a friend of His Highness the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince pretended to use his identity to come to our Marquis Mansion just to pave the way for him as a friend. If they don't get rid of you, they How to get the position of the son?"

Ling Xinyi added fuel and jealousy, and wanted to lure Murong Bo to become an enemy of Ye Mingjue. If she assassinated in the Hou's Mansion, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would not let her go.

Now she can only use Murong Bo.

To take advantage of a person, one must grasp his weakness, and Murong Ning is Murong Bo's weakness.

It's a pity, Murong Bo's words seemed to pour a basin of cold water on her, pouring chills on her heart: "Unfortunately, it's not the crown prince who attacked me. You are injured and you should rest. I'll go find something to eat."

After a pause, he warned again: "This place is remote, and there are often wild animals. You'd better stay here and don't wander around."

After leaving these words, he turned and walked out.

Seeing Murong Bo's indifferent attitude and showing no concern for her as "mother", Ling Xinyi gritted her teeth with hatred, and even scolded Yu Zhenshu thousands of times in her heart.

If it wasn't for Yu Zhenshu's harsh treatment of her son, how could it cause their mother and son to be divorced and have no feelings for each other?
What should I do to use Murong Bo to do things for him?

Ling Xinyi closed her eyes, her mind was in a state of confusion, she finally had a chance to be reborn, not to mention the lives of her two children were still in the hands of others.

She can't lose!

……

After Murong Bo left, he walked towards the mountains and forests. At this time, it was getting dusk and there were not many people in the wilderness.

Back then, he met robbers on his way back and was knocked off the cliff by them. Fortunately, the dense trees under the mountain blocked the fatal impact for him and saved his life.

Later, he was rescued by the hunters in the mountains, and he recovered from his injuries for a few days. After his injuries were almost healed, he disguised himself and rushed back to the capital. However, the news he heard along the way was really surprising.

His seventh younger brother became the prince, his mother and the aunt in the mansion were driven to Miaofa Temple, and the real seventh son of the Hou Mansion also came back.

It seems that everyone has forgotten his existence, or maybe he is a dispensable person.

So, what is his hard work over the years?

Murong Bo has mixed feelings in his heart, but he is not a person who easily admits defeat, he knows who sent the person who assassinated him that day, and he will always have to avenge him.

Just as he was thinking, there were subtle footsteps in the distant woods.

Murong Bo nimbly hid behind the tree, suspicious in his heart, this Cangyun Mountain is located in the outskirts of Beijing, and the mountain is complicated and full of birds and wild animals, few people come here on weekdays.

It was already dark now, Murong Bo couldn't see who it was, he only heard the man's sinister laughter and asked: "Did you hear everything?"

"Cousin, I won't tell, trust me."

There was panic and fear in the woman's voice, as if she was spying on some secret.

The man's cold voice was like a ghost in hell: "Only the dead can keep secrets."

After all, I only heard the woman's struggling sound and the rustling wind, spreading out with a gloomy chill.

(End of this chapter)