Dijun, your bride ran away again

Chapter 923 Flexibility and Stretch
"I asked you to take him down, didn't you hear?"

Murong Bo yelled angrily, and questioned the head of the guards.

The guard replied: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, the Marquis has ordered that the Seventh Young Master will be responsible for the safety of the Eighth Miss from now on.

This person is a member of the seventh son, and his martial arts are so strong that we can't help him even if we go together.

So son, please rest assured, with this person taking care of Miss Ba, Miss Ba will be safe and sound. "

"you!"

Murong Bo didn't expect Ye Mingjue to have such abilities, but he couldn't swallow this breath, and he didn't want to hurt his son's face, so he said angrily: "Really? Then this prince wants to see what kind of abilities he has ?”

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and has been taught by famous teachers. He is outstanding in martial arts in the entire capital, but he rarely fights with others.

At this moment, Murong Bo was already dazed by his anger, he was full of murderous aura and attacked that person.

The person Ye Mingjue stayed in Fenghexuan to protect Mu Youning was Mo Ying, who used to be the secret guard responsible for protecting Mu Youning.

After Mu Youning was stabbed by Yuan Qingchen and had an accident, he went to retreat to refine his martial arts because of his guilt for dereliction of duty.

Now, his martial arts has improved a lot, and if he is lucky enough to return to Mu Youning's protection, he naturally cannot live up to his master's high hopes.

In an instant, Murong Bo's palm struck towards Mo Ying, and the two began to fight, but after a few moves, Murong Bo was locked by the throat by Mo Ying.

Fortunately, he knew how to measure, let go of his hand, took a few steps back and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Shizi."

Murong Bo had never been defeated so badly before. He lost in less than ten moves from Mo Ying's hands. A guard is so powerful, so what about his master?
He knew that he had met a real master this time, and he also knew that what he did tonight was because he was too reckless.

Murong Bo is not a person who easily admits defeat, even though he loses face, he still straightens up.

He looked up at Mo Ying who was not far away, and praised: "The martial arts are good, and I can rest assured that you will protect Miss Ba."

Saying that, he waved his sleeves and turned to leave.

Mo Ying watched Murong Bo and a group of guards walk away, and had to say that this prince was able to bend and stretch, but he was also a man, but it was a pity that his obsession was too deep.

He shook his head and hid himself in the darkness.

In the room, Mu Youning was about to rest when he heard a faint voice outside and asked curiously: "Why do I hear something outside?"

Bai Xue curled her lips and said, "A mouse has sneaked in."

Mu Youning rolled his eyes, and said contemptuously, "Then why don't you catch him?"

"I dare not catch the mouse that your man sent me."

Bai Xue yawned, stretched her waist lazily, and said, "I have to get used to the routine of people, it's getting late, Miss, go to bed early, I'm going to bed too."

From now on, someone will watch the night for them, and she, the cat, can also sleep in late.

Mu Youning: "..."

She waved her hand to let Bai Xue go down to rest, then lay on the bed staring at the bed curtain above her head, her mind was full of the scene that happened in the carriage.

Really ashamed.

Mu Youning lifted the quilt to cover her head, and gradually fell asleep amidst wild thoughts.

At this time, a carriage stopped in front of the National Teacher's Mansion.

Ye Mingjue got out of the car and looked at the wide open door, the corners of his lips trembled a few times.

It seems that Xi Ze was sure that he would come tonight, so he specially left the door open for him, this annoying stick!

Ye Mingjue cursed a few words in his heart, then stepped into the door with a cold face, and as soon as he entered, the door behind him closed with a bang.

For a moment, he felt as if he had become a turtle in a urn.

　Prince, are you comparing yourself to a bastard?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)